Margot Hatcher—Whore for Hire

Lois stared at the Metropolis University student ID and driver's license for "Margot Hatcher"...it had been a few years since she had used this identity. There had been rumors about the fraternity initiation on campus...that they hired escorts, and all the pledges that made it to the end would run a train on her at the end. Hard to get any real information from outside, but then Lois had found out that one of the escorts was a co-ed...one who wouldn't talk about her "work."

But she would let Lois drive her there and back.

It had been a long two hours, dropping off a fresh-faced, beautiful young woman, waiting for her to come out...and then some pimple-faced pledge had knocked on the windshield and told her to drive around back...and that's where Teri was, barely able to stand. limping her way desperately to the vehicle, climbing so slowly and carefully into the passenger seat of the car, and Lois could smell her before she could see her. Fresh piss and sex, with the weird coppery undertone of blood.

There was cum in the young woman's hair, and her mascara ran down her face. She squelched wetly when she sat down on the seat, and whimpered slightly, shifting to sit on her side rather than directly on her ass. Lois had driven her straight to the dorm, let the young whore lean on her shoulder all the way up the stairs. Hugged her as she sobbed gently, in her arms...and then they went to the shower, where Lois had undressed her like a child, looking at the bruises, the bite-marks, the rivulet of dried blood on her legs...

She had gotten the story then. The funny thing was, it was exactly what Lois had expected from the first. The boys ran a train on her, one after another, plugging her without abandon, mauling and pinching, cumming whenever and wherever they wanted. A few of them got cute at the end, stuffed Teri's raw and bleeding pussy with twenty dollar bills, pissed on her face... Lois had picked the cum-stained bills out of the cunt, spread it apart gently to survey the damage...only superficial tears...and sponged her off, the young woman moaning softly. Lois had toweled her off and washed the co-ed's hair, watched her swallow the morning-after pill, carried the young woman to bed...and Teri had mumbled, as she was falling to sleep, that she wished "Margot" would be there next time...

Lois shook her head, blinking back the memory, suddenly aware of feeling very wet between her legs...and telling herself it must be the lubricant from earlier. Anyway, Margot would do.

She didn't bother with underwear, just a black miniskirt that allowed ease of access, fishnet stockings and red pumps. A wonderbra to give "Margot" a little more cleavage, and a strapless, sleeveless blouse on top of that, a filmy pink number that just seemed to hang off her tits. Lois took her time with the makeup: heavier than she normally wore, dark rims on the eyes, rouge to bring out her cheeks, pink lipstick. The purse was a small black affair, little more than a pocket book: room enough for "Margot Hatcher"'s IDs and some cash, some condoms and lube, her smartphone. Nothing connected to Lois Lane, reporter for the Daily Planet.

Lois admired herself in the mirror.

"Fuckmeat ready for the market." she whispered, then headed for the door.