The Cunt Test Is About To Begin

There was a bar that took up most of the left-hand wall. Black marble bartop, black marble floor. Tables around the wall, but not many people were there. Everyone was focused around a sunken floor in the center. Something filled it...liquid, clear, but not water. Too thick, too viscous. Five women were lined up on the steps that lead down into the pit, naked except for colored chokers. The men and women around the edge eyed them hungrily. Money at the ready, bets to be placed.

The women were all young, early twenties, and at least somewhat fit and pretty. Some of them seemed embarrassed at being naked, one arm covered their nipples or hid their bush, but others were tanned, toned, smiled and winked at the punters above.

Lois Lane straightened up, her hand grasped Lana Lang's wrist. She recognized four of those women...they were the ones who had gone missing. Tonya Wong, the small Chinese business major. Mara de la Cruz, art major, probably the most heavy-set of the women there, but also the one with the biggest breasts, nipples dark. Thin, flat-chested dance major Jenny Dunlap. Diana Reynolds with her coppery-red hair, literature major. Probably the youngest one there at nineteen, and looking very nervous.

"Ladies and gentleman!" A voice said over speakers set in every corner. "The Cunt Test will begin soon! Soon, these beauties will be engaged in Carnal Combat. The last bitch standing will earn ten thousand dollars...and the rest..." The voice chuckled. "Well, they'll just be fucked."

The men and women chuckled at this. The women on the stairs smiled. Some of the smiles were hungry.

Lana leaned over and whispered in Lois's ear: "We can't just stand here...we need to get some drinks, find a table, do something."

Lois nodded. Her new girlfriend was right...and that was when slim, warm hands grabbed onto their shoulders.

"Hello," a woman said. Lois and Lana turned to see someone taller than both of them. A wild mane of dark hair. A tight, dark dress that clung to a spare, muscular figure. A long V-shaped cut revealed what little cleavage she had, and stopped just above her mons. It was the mouth that caught Lois Lane's attention though. Perfect white teeth, generous lips, turned into a tight, Mona Lisa smile.

"Ladies," she said. "I'm Angelica Blaze. I own the Black Door...and provide the entertainment."

"Joanne," Lois said automatically. She nodded to Lana. "And this is Joy, my girlfriend. This is our first time here."

"Marvellous!" Angelica said. She guided both women to the bar. "I'm sure you'll have a great time here...and, I was wondering if one of your lovely, fit young ladies might want to have an...enriching experience."

"What do you mean?" Lois asked.

"As you can see, we only have five contestants tonight. I was wondering if...one of you ladies might want to help me even up the matches?" Angelica said. "Ten thousand dollars is a lot of money...and if you lose, well, I could cover your bar tab tonight...and give you five hundred dollars cash. How does that sound?"

Lois and Lana looked a question at each other. This could be the break the reporter needed...