Angelica

The whore wore a trench coat, a large floppy hat slung down over one eye. It did little to hide her olive skin, or the length of black curls that ran down to the middle of her back, but that one, dark eye stared into and through Lois, and the smile sent a shiver down her spine. Lois could see the trace of the woman's curves...the bulge of her breasts pushing out the front of the trench coat, the swell of her hips. Not what she was expecting.

"Hello," she spoke with just the trace of an accent. Something Mediterranean, or possibly Middle Eastern. "I am Angelica... the companion you asked for the evening. You are...Lois?"

"I'm...I'm sorry," Lois stared at the prostitute on her doorstep. "There's been a mixup. I had...uh...requested a man."

The woman smiled, and spread her trench coat open...just enough so Lois could catch a glimpse of the naked flesh within. Where the crotch should have folded into a smooth cleft, however, there was a sizable prick and balls. Lois felt her cunt clench in anticipation.

"I believe I have everything you require." The shemale looked quickly left and right down the hall. "May I come in?"

"Y-yes. Please do." In fact, you can cum in me. Lois let the thought unspoken, but watched as the prostitute sauntered past, swaying her hips suggestively. Lois wasn't normally attracted to women—or transwomen—but right now she was ready to hump a bowl of fruit.

Angelica surveyed the kitchenette area, then shucked her trenchcoat and hat. Lois caught her breath at the view of the escort from behind...a taut, rounded ass, hints of visible muscles in her back and shoulders, but slim, well-formed arms and calves heightened by the heels she wore.

"The bedroom is in here?" She half turned to Lois and gestured forward.

"Uh...yes, yes it is." Lois felt her heart beat. This was her first time with any prostitute, and she was suddenly at a loss as to what to do.

Angelica, as if sensing her frustration, walked over to Lois. Delicately, she raised her left hand to caress Lois' face...and then slipped it around to the back of the reporter's neck. Lois was suddenly aware that the escort was taller than her...but as that face leaned in, all other thoughts fled.

The whore's mouth was warm, generous, and undemanding. It met Lois' lips and locked onto them, sucking gently. Lois felt a tongue play against her teeth, just for a moment, and then the reporter relaxed into the kiss. Tongues touched, retreated, touched again, exploring each other, one breath shared between them. There was a tugging at the front of Lois' robe, and she felt Angelica's body press against her own, the warm length of the escort's cock against her thigh.

They stayed like that for a long moment, and then Angelica gently pulled away. Lois let her break the kiss, and then opened her eyes—just then realizing that she had them closed.

"Lose the clothes," Angelica tugged at the sash of the robe. "And join me on the bed."