End: Lois & Lana Make It Out Together

The crowd was drunk, noisy, the crowd moving as a mob to the surge of the pounding beat. The room was dark, the light focused around the cages of the topless dancers and the bars. Lois and Lana moved together in their strange dance, the raven-haired reporter's hands on the redhead's hips, her crimson cock buried in the blue pussy.

It was a dance with it's own kind of rhythm, women moving in step, joined together, both of them. Like a long, slow fuck in public, never knowing which of the watchful eyes which saw them sway and shuffle sideways toward the fire door caught a glimpse—or guessed the truth.

Lois could feel her heart thunder in her chest, and wondered if Lana felt the same mix of excitement and apprehension. The terror of being caught, and the thrill of actually doing it. And as the hot demonic pussy squeezed down on her dick, Lois thought she had her answer.

Worse, she could feel another load building inside of her. The constant rhythm of their hips, the heat and pressure of Lana's ass on her balls, the tight squeeze of her cunt around Lois' rod—all of it was coming together into a delicious pressure inside of her. The reporter's hand began to roam, hugging Lana closer, one hand running up inside her shirt, cupping a breast, a hard nipple against her palm...and Lana did not fight it.

She reached back with one hand, hanging off Lois, playing the slightly-drunk lesbian being helped outside by her girlfriend...and Lois' ass hit the metal bar of the firedoor, so they went through it backwards. Out into the cool night air and loneliness of the alley behind the club.

"Lois..." Lana gasped. "Do me."

The reporter still couldn't thrust; couldn't pull her dick out of that impossibly tight cunny. But she could reach around and run her fingers over Lana's clit. The red-head moaned in response, and Lois rubbed harder. It sent a little thrill down her spine every time Lana moaned. Every time her lover shivered to her touch, Lois' heart skipped a beat.

And when Lana came—spasming on Lois' cock, crying out into the night, juices dripping down over the reporter's fingers—it triggered Lois' own ejaculation. The hot, gasping release that had her hug Lana to her tighter, afraid to ever let her go.

Lois wondered if this was what it was like to fall in love.

They stood together, trying to catch their breath. It was Lana that spoke first.

"Are we still stuck?" She asked.

Lois tried to back up, and quickly stopped. "Yeah, seems like."

"Okay, so we'll get a cab. Go back to your place. Lube and ice, right?"

The redhead leaned back on Lois. The reporter's hands were clasped around her lover's waist, and Lana placed her hands on top of Lois' own.

"Yeah. If you don't mind sitting in my lap the whole way." Lois kissed her neck. Lana giggled.

"As if I had any choice."

It was not the end of the night, and the beginning of something else. For the moment the two women forgot everything—the missing women, the mysterious app, what people would think if they saw them together, birth control. Their minds were focused on this moment and the next; the long bumpy ride and the elevator after that, then Lois' apartment...and her bed...

Consequences be damned, for they had a long, fun, wild night left, with just the two of them.