Chapter 11 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Crave Now?

Lois Craves Dick

She didn't want to think about how that was another craving pregnant women were known to have. And the reporter didn't want to burn hours of the night trying to go out and trawl for random cock...and there were no ex-boyfriend in Metropolis she was willing to call to scratch that itch. Lois wanted something anonymous, fuck-and-forget...and she knew how to get it.

Carefully, Lois dug through a drawer of odds and ends and took out a slim black card with gold lettering. Lois dialed the number of the escort service.

The woman on the other end sounded like a kindly old grandmother. Took Lois' credit card number and address, asked precious few questions. Kind and polite. Thirty minutes.

Lois began cleaning up the apartment, which largely meant hiding the worst of the mess and putting clean sheets on the bed. She didn't bother dressing, only threw on an older robe—the red silk number with black dragons embroidered on it, which came down to just under the curve of her ass. Lube and condoms on the bedside table.

As she worked, the brunette found her mind wandering...what would her escort look like? Some slim, muscled quarterback, earning a few extra dollars to make his way through school? Or a leatherboy, one of those little twink that would go straight-for-pay? The fact that Lois was paying for sex didn't upset her, not as much as she thought it should have. Her thoughts went to the shape and size of the prick...not to long, maybe. Once a lover had managed to brush her cervix, and she hadn't enjoyed the sensation at all. But enough girth to stretch her out a little...that would be nice...

There was a buzz as the doorman flagged her guest as coming up. Lois found herself breathing a little hard, and took out a couple bottles of water from the fridge. It was the anticipation that was killing her now...

There was a soft knock at the door. Lois had to restrain herself from throwing it open, pulling the door back to welcome her coc—guest.