These Bimbos Don't Want Babies!

Towels were provided, so Lois and Lana could wipe themselves off. The secure door into the next room was unlocked. Angelica Blaze, whose only consent to modesty was to don a t-shirt.

"So, the format is a gameshow. Cum roulette. We've got four girls, beautiful, been down here for weeks just getting their cycles right, complete sluts, completely off of any birth control, and they're going to get fucked and creampied. We've got like four football teams worth of dick-meat. Those pussies are going to get pounded into hamburger."

"So, we're fluffers?" Lana said as they stepped through the door.

This was a much more modern and well-managed studio. There was a set, like something off of The Price Is Right...except the four contestants were in gynecologist's chairs, legs up in stirrups, getting their crotches shaved and makeup applied to their faces. On the far side of the room, stood a large crowd of naked, mostly muscular young men, some with hardons already. Women with clipboards were going through them, checking IDs, medical paperwork...gaffers and various other crew were checking the cameras, the lights, the microphones...

Lois recognized the four women in the chairs. Tonya Wong, Jenny Dunlap...it was the four missing women she'd come here to find. None of them looked **** or bound in any way. Excited and nervous, maybe.

"There are no fluffers in porn, hon. That's what viagra is for." Angelica said with a smirk. "No, you two are going to be the cuntlickers."

Lois stopped short. Lana ran into her, the redhead's breasts squishing into the reporter's upper arms. Angelica grinned.

"After every creampie, you go in there and lick their cunt for one minute. Get as much jizz out as you can. When the buzzer goes off, the next cock comes in. That way, the ladies in the chair have a hope, right? Maybe if you do a good job, they won't get pregnant."

Lana snorted. "That's a lot of cum to swallow."

Blaze raised an eyebrow. "It's a lot of money!"

She has a point, Lois thought. And technically, just knowing the women are alive and well and doing porn, I have enough for my article. We could just...go. Or...stay here, lick a LOT of pussy, and get paid an obscene amount of money.

Lana's hand slid into the reporter's own. Their fingers intertwined. Lois looked into those big blue eyes, blue as a Kansas sky.

"So...are you two in or out?"