Sex, , & Dickgirls

Lois entered the club, eyes widening in the gloom. There were few light fixtures, mostly over the bar and at the stage at the far end. the music was a thudding, pounding beat punctuated by screams. It smelled worse than the bathroom upstairs, and Lois didn't doubt that the only bathrooms were the nearest wall...

...but as soon as her eyes adjusted to the gloom, Lois forgot about the smell.

The middle of room was an open dance floor, with standing-only tables around the edges. Bodies heaved in the throws of the dance, but many of the women here weren't "dancing" at all...and many of them weren't, strictly speaking, women.

Wherever Lois looked, she saw dickgirls like Aisha, many of them with their cocks out. On the floor not ten feet away, a blonde dickgirl was balling a topless young Asian slut, tiny titties bouncing and thighs quivering as the dickgirl laid some pipe. Standing around them were at least four more dickgirls, idly stroking themselves, waiting their turn.

Over by the bar, a black dickgirl was standing and drinking a beer—with no pants or panties, only a pair of chaps that left ass and crotch exposed. A dark young thing with freckles and dyed black hair was on her knees, sucking her prick like it was a pacifier.

Not far away, at one of the tables, Lois saw a tall waitress in a waistcoat and pants with her long dong—at least ten inches—laid out on the table, fine lines of white powder laid out on the pale skin. Two thin women in dresses that hung off their frames and barely contained their breast implants bent over with rolled-up dollar bills, snorting their share...

And the more Lois looked about, the more she noted the familiar little blue pills which every dickgirl seemed to swig down with their drinks, and the small inhalers some of the women were snorting as they eyed the larger dicks around there.

Up on the stage, the lead singer switched into a kind of demented yodel, and her mammoth erection tore through the threadbare ripped jeans she was wearing, spraying globs of cum into the crowd, who roared appreciatively at the display.

They don't look like trans, Lois thought, seeing no adam's apples, no signs of surgery. They looked like some demented otaku fantasy, women of every shape and size, only with cocks instead of pussies. What the hell is going on here?

"So hey!" Aisha yelled into Lois' ear, her hand slipping under the reporter's shirt. "You in the mood for anything?"