Propositions Her

"'ere love," the man in the trenchcoat's accent was British, or something like it. As he spoke he moved to block her way out of the alley. "Where you off to so quick? The night is young...especially for a pretty bit like you. Whatcha got there?"

Lois grit her teeth. Carrying the idol to her belly, there wasn't much chance of her just blowing past him...or fighting him. Best to talk her way out.

"Just on my way home." She kept her voice even, clam. There wasn't much light in the alley but he seemed thin, if not particularly athletic...the light from the alleyway beyond showed he had blond hair. "And I'm pregnant, if you must know."

In the poor light, Lois figured he could make out that she was clutching her abdomen...and the gravid profile of the idol would make her look pregnant, even if she wasn't.

"Knocked up, eh?" The man cocked his head to the side. "Gotcher a boyfriend? Baby-daddy?"

"None of your business," Lois hissed.

He fumbled around in a pocket, and brought forth a money clip. "Well now, if it's business we're talking...maybe you needn't be so quick to get home then, eh? I rather fancy a little room that's already been occupied, if you catch my drift. Been quite a while since I got a chance to dip my wick."

Lois blushed as she took in what he meant.

"I'm not a whore. Just...let me go past, please." She made a move to step around him, but he moved to block her, stepping smartly in her path. Lois had to halt so that the stone belly of the idol wouldn't hit him.

"All of us have a price, love. We needn't call it any name. C'mon," the stranger unzipped his pants with his free hand, letting a fair-sized cock fall out. "We can do this real easy love. Hundred bucks American, just for a little sucky-sucky. No need for 'love you long time,' no need for your boyfriend to find out, if you have one."

The reporter couldn't see his teeth, in the darkness of the alley, but she could feel him smile. "And nobody inside has to know you've come this way. Now ain't that fair?

Lois growled internally. It was a tight spot, and she didn't have a lot of options. She would have to go through this trenchcoat-wearing-bastard one way or another.