She Needs Something In Her Mouth

Lois licked her lips. She knew she shouldn't, but she needed a drink. This whole place was too much...and it was giving her some very bad thoughts.

"Let's go to the bar!" She shouted, dragging the two ladies forward.

As they walked, the reporter scanned the crowd, looking for any familiar features...would the missing women be down here? She didn't know. What she did see were dickgirls everywhere, taking their pleasure where they found it. The regular women seemed eager to worship them with their mouths, bending over to offer pussy and ass.

What's more, Lois noticed none of them were wearing condoms.

As they approached the bar, Maria stepped forward to talk to the bartender. lois leaned over to AIsha, speaking loudly in her ear.

"Isn't anyone worried about disease? Pregnancy? AIDS?"

The black dickgirl smiled and shook her head. "Lots of girls get knocked up! Take their risks for everything else. If you pop up HIV positive...there's always the queen."

"Queen?" Lois yelled. But just then Maria waved them over to the bar.

The slim dickgirl behind the bar had a heavy ring pierced through the head of her cock. A chain ran from the ring up her belly, between her bare breasts, and looped around her slim neck, held together by a catch from a dog chain. she was bent over, lining up shots of some pale brown liquid. Each glass was encrusted with a fresh, gooey grey-white ooze.

Lois had a feeling she knew what that was.

"New girl!" Maria slapped Lois on the ass. "It's your first night, so you need to do the full pistol—six shots!"

Around her, the little bit of theater was catching interest. Lois saw eyes on her, people watching how she'd react. It was a club designed for show-offs, voyeurs, sex perverts...where women let their hair down. If Lois didn't drink, she had the feeling that everyone would peg her as a prude, too square to be here...so she reached for the first shot, feeling the warm, sticky jizz frosting the glass, and brought it to her lips.

Salt and liquor burned in her throat as she slurped it down, just as she had during college when binge-drinking was a lifestyle and a survival tactic...and thinking about all that she'd already had to drink earlier this evening. At this rate, she was headed for a blackout drunk...and as the flavor hit the back of her throat, warm and went and familiar, she wondered if she was okay with that.

Tequila, Lois recognized, licking her lips and reaching for the next shot.