The Anal Club

Angelica took Lois Lane's arm as they exited the bathroom. The reporter was stepping gingerly, trying to hold the cum inside her ass, which was beginning to really burn a bit now. It was like trying to hold in a particularly runny bit of needing to go to the bathroom, only there was no sense of pressure really, just...the awareness that if she didn't, she would have a sticky mess to clean up later.

They maneuvered around the dance floor, patrons laughing and twirling and moving all around them, yet Angelica never slowed, the whole crowd seeming to move unconsciously out of her way, the reporter towed along in her wake. Within five minutes they were at a freight elevator at the back of the club. The muscle-bound, bald-headed man with sunglasses and a black t-shirt marked SECURITY didn't even blink, just hit the button as soon as he saw Blaze coming.

The cage clanged down, and Angelica hit a button which had been blacked out. Lois felt the elevator begin to descend. Far away from the music and noise, they had a little space to breathe and talk.

"So," Angelica said. "There's a bar downstairs. Sort of a gentleperson's club. Special clientele, special service."

"Sex work?" Lois asked. She realized Blaze was still holding her arm, as though afraid to let the reporter go. The woman with an ass full of cum smiled, grabbed the hand, and moved it down until they were palm-to-palm. Angelica actually looked a little sheepish at that simple show of affection.

"Not quite like what you're thinking. Some of the women make side deals, but mostly it's...you've heard of that Japanese thing where they eat sushi off a naked young woman?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, sort of like that. Except it's people drinking **** out of women's asses."

Lois blinked. Whatever she was expecting, it wasn't that.

"The girls clean themselves out first. The clients order. They watch them get an enema—pint of tequila, rum, brandy, wine or whatever—and then they drink it out, however they want. Some of them prefer straws, others want the girl to sit on their face and make a mess...some people just watch, like theater. It's not a big crowd, but we don't have too many girls. They can really only do one 'drink' a night, or else they'll get **** poisoning."

Lois took a deep breath, trying to take all this in.

"And the missing women work here?"

Angelica smiled as the elevator clanged to a stop.

"Sweetmeat, it was their idea. I just got them the space and the seed capital, put out the word to a few people I know."

The cage opened, and Lois saw a bare corridor...and across from them, a very plain black metal door, on which someone had fixed in fine bronze letters:

ANAL CLUB