Thank You

Lois had been raised right. Her daddy had always insisted on the basic courtesies of life—and what to do when someone gives you a gift or does something nice for you. Granted, the reporter doubted he had in mind this exact situation, where Lois was on her knees below a bar and getting a mouthful of spunk—but she knew how to handle the situation.

"Thank you," A pause, a hope, a prayer, a flutter in the heart later. "...mistress."

The cock in front of her twitched at the word, and Lois felt her heart jump. It had been the right thing to say.

"Oh, you're a keeper." Angelica Blaze murmured. "Tell you what...why don't I take you somewhere private where I can reward you properly."

The bartender stepped back and pulled at a ring set into a niche in the floor—lifting it up to reveal a set of stairs leading down. Lois had seen similar set-ups at bars, for beer and wine cellars, but she had an inkling that this was more...interesting.

"Go down," Blaze spoke softly, still trying not to be heard. "On your hands and knees. Get comfortable. I'll be down as soon as I get someone to cover for me."

Lois did as she was told, slinking past, brushing her ass against Angelica's leg as she turned to descend the steps...hard cement steps with ridged rubber pads for grip, hard and gritty under her fingers. She hoped the bartender watched her go down, butt wiggling in the air...but she didn't turn to watch. Good girls did as they were told, didn't just tease...and Lois wanted Blaze to think she was a very good girl indeed.

As the reporter reached the bottom steps, she heard the trap door up above close, and the noise of the bar died away.

It was cooler in the cellar, much cooler than in the hot, dry room up above...and there was machinery on the right, and racks of wine bottles on the left. Light was provided by a string of white Christmas tree lights on the ceiling, and Lois followed the path straight back...to a narrow bed, just big enough for two, with red satin sheets and pillows.

But there were hoops around the sturdy-looking wrought iron frame, and on the wall. A coat tree contained a selection of handcuffs, rubber ball gags, and what looked like a horse's bridle. A pegboard that would have been right at home in a workshop held a spreader bar, selection of vibrators and dildos, a stun gun...and a number of little clips. A niche in the wall held a box of rubber gloves, and a jar of vaseline.

Lois touched one of the clips, and imagined where Blaze might put it. A little shiver went through her body, somewhere between fear and anticipation...but the reporter knew she didn't have long. Minutes, perhaps, until the bartender could find someone to cover for her. Little enough time to do what she had really come down here to do.