Snoop Around the Back

Lois was tipsy, but not so drunk that she wasn't immediately suspicious of the Black Door. No club had just one entrance and exit, and the frontal approach was rarely the best way to get a story...

With the light of her phone, Lois walked along the wall. After about forty feet, it ended at a corner. The drunk reporter felt her knees wobble, and leaned against the wall. Heat and drink were telling on her; she could almost feel the 'XXX' she had chugged churn in her stomach, but she kept it down and staggered on.

She was, based on the light from the phone, still in the underground parking garage; most of the graffiti had disappeared from the wall she leaned on. The Black Door had been opposite of the freight elevator at the very end of the garage—probably an office space, originally—but if Lois' mental map was correct, then the freight elevator would be in the far right corner of the club, and if it was built symmetrical that must mean that in the far left corner would be...

Lois rounded another corner, to see another freight elevator...and another, much more mundane door. She smiled to herself as she staggered towards it. Even if it was locked, it would at least be an unexpected approach. The reporter laid a speculative hand on the door, when out of the darkness there came a grumble, a whisper that echoed through the empty garage, formed into words...

Seeker in shadows, stay!

Beyond yon devil's door,

Is Lucifer's whore,

Her games you do not wish to play.

Lois spun around, her sweat flung about in a circle. The musky jockstrap odor of the garage had suddenly intensified. It reminded her of when she'd done a piece on horse breeders, the reek in the stable from the stallions...

A great sniff broke the momentary silence.

Whore's breath, cum guzzler,

With a belly full of seed,

Dripping snatch, joy buzzer,

Do you seek what you need?

Lois spun again—and slammed face first into a body of hard muscle that towered over her.