Chapter 12 by Zeebop

Librarians or MILFs?

Sexy Librarians

Lois Lane and Lana Lang strutted into the studio.

It was the smell that hit them first.

Raw, stagnant sex. Lois had smelled something like it once, after a long weekend when she let the sheets stay on the bed for a few days without washing, but this was worse. It was like climbing into a teenage boy's sock. The women found themselves breathing shallowly through their mouths as they surveyed the scene.

It was concrete-walled chamber the size of a large living room. There were women at tables near the door, counting money and tapping away at a laptop. Two tripods with digital cameras, pointed toward a double mattress without sheets, covered with stains...literal white flaky tracks covered nearly every inch of the surface. To the left, an open doorway showed a small bathroom. To the right, a closed door on which someone had written "Studio 2" in permanent marker; there were seven deadbolts on it. Overhead, hot white lights beamed down.

The toilet flushed. A woman came out, smoothing her black jeans, a black long-sleeve shirt on over that, sleeves rolled up to show dark arms. Curly black hair streamed down from her high forehead, sweat-free and unaffected by the heat. She had a smile like the Mona Lisa, as though she held some secret and was unwilling to share; her breasts were small, but showed to good advantage in the tight shirt. Dark eyes roamed over Lois and Lana as though judging pieces of meat at the supermarket.

Her whole demeanor, the way she carried herself, screamed "boss." The women at the tables stopped what they were doing and turned to look at her. Behind Lois and Lana, the door closed with an ominous click.

"We heard you were looking for 'models,'" Lois said.

"I'm looking for women that will get fucked on camera for money," the woman looked Lois up and down. "I'm Angelica Blaze."

"Joanne," Lois lied smoothly.

"Josephine," Lana said next to her.

"Jo and Jo," Blaze said. "Well, we do have a production and need talent...but there is an audition."

"What do we have to do?" Lois said. Her heart thundered in her chest, wondering how far Lana would go along with this...and how far she herself would go, to get her story.