Chapter 15 by Zeebop

Does Lois Go Back In Alone, or Call In Help?

Lois Goes In Alone

The reporter thought about it in the cab on the way back...but she didn't want to bring anyone else into this. For one, she was still certain she could handle it on her own. For two, she didn't want any of those Justice League or Birds of Prey ladies knowing she had just sucked down a bottle full of cum.

For three, if things did go sideways, she had Batgirl on speed-dial.

This time, Lois Lane didn't go in the front door. She went around the book, looking for fire doors, employee entrances. Found the one with all the cigarette butts. That was where the bartenders and dancers would come out for their smoke breaks. The reporter dug out her phone, looking up information on the building while she waited.

Twenty minutes, and the door cracked open. It was the same bartender that had been serving Lois earlier. The reporter smiled, pulling out a carton of herbal cigarettes she kept for just this sort of occasion. Great icebreaker.

"Hey," she flashed a smile. "Got a light?"

Fifteen minutes later and Lois was through the door, her hand rubbing against the bartender's pussy, small cold hands groping at the reporter's tits. It was a storage area, all cases of bottles, napkins, plastic cups; crates of fresh fruit and canned juices. And over in one corner, something marked XXX...

Maria, Lois remembered, her tongue plunging into a mouth that tasted like an ashtray. Her name's Maria.

The reporter's fingers struck pussy, pushing inside, making Maria squeal. Lois maneuvered them both closer to the box. It was open, the glass bottles within exactly like the one Lois had smuggled out of here, seemingly a lifetime ago.

She reached down and slid a bottle out of the box. Twisted off the top.

Maria broke the kiss, eyes wide.

"What are you doing with that?" she whispered.

"This," Lois smiled back, pressing the opened bottle against the barmaid's dripping cunt.