Present Themselves As Whores For Hire

"Okay. We need to get into the club," Lois put her cock away as best she could, but with the tightness of her pants, there was a distinctive bulge. On top of that, Jacinda's bloated tits looked like something only a veteran pornstar would have...

"...or a whore," the reporter narrowed her eyes. "I have an idea, but you'll have to follow my lead."

Lois knocked confidently at the back door of the club. Her eye went to the little spy-hole in the center, and she stepped behind Jacinda Blood to heft and squeeze those fat, fake tits together, making sure whoever was checking them out got a good look.

The door opened an inch,

"What do you want?"

"We got a call that you were hiring talent," Lois made the tits jiggle. "My girlfriend and I are working girls. We're here to work."

The voice within grunted. "Ain't heard about that."

"But maybe your boss does, right? Why don't you let us in and talk to her?"

Lois let Jacinda's left tit drop so she could reach down and expose the skinny woman's pussy.

"We can make it worth your while?"

"I dunno..." The voice was high, but not feminine. Lois narrowed her eyes and stepped aside, showing off her crotch-cannon packed tightly into the red pants.

"Are you sure? We're pros. We can really show you a good time."

Whatever cogs were turning in the gatekeeper's brain, the promise of pussy or cock settled any remaining doubts.

"Yeah, sure. No harm in it."

The door opened wide, and within three steps, Lois and Jacinda were in...though now they had to pay the piper.