The Bareback Barback

The last thing Lois asked Diana before she left the ethical slut to her own devices was if she knew where any of the other missing women were.

"Mara's a barback. A bareback barback!" The blonde delivered the last line with a strange smile. "You can probably find her humping beer in the back."

Angelica guided Lois back out, through the crowd toward the bar, and the door beyond it. Something worried at the reporter's mind, what Diana had said...if Mara de la Cruz was a barback, then wouldn't Blaze have known her? She owned the club, after all. Lois gnawed at the thought, a seed of distrust.

I really want this relationship to work, she thought, holding her lover's hand and resting the other protectively on her stomach. For all of our sakes. But if she's lied to me...

Angelica's presence was like a magic key. Dancers shied away as they walked through the crowd, bouncers nodded deferentially as they passed. The bartenders didn't even blink as the shemale lifted up a section of the bar and ushered Lois through. The reporter stood before the door behind the door, feeling her heart beat frantically, almost unwilling to push it open, to see if Blaze had lied to her—but she had to know.

Lois pushed the door open and they slipped through. The loud music faded, and was replaced by a more natural kind of rock-and-roll, the wet slap of flesh on flesh, the dull moans of a woman, the grunts of a man...the familiar rhythm of passion.

They wandered through the shelves, past boxes of cheap vodka and rum, cocktail napkins and beer nuts, and came into a kind of clearing among the shelves, where the storage area led to the loading dock...and that's where they found Mara de la Cruz, bent over a keg, tits spilling out of her black work shirt, black skirt hiked up around her hips. A hairy middle-aged man in a biker jacket roughly slamming his cock into her meaty ass from behind.

Instinctively, the reporter moved forward, but Blaze's hands grabbed Lois' shoulders.

"Wait," the shemale whispered.

"She's being ****!" Lois rasped.

"I don't...think so. Look," Angelica said softly.

Lois looked...and as her eyes adjusted to the pale fluorescent lights, she saw the "tip jar" at Mara's feet, overflowing with cash. And in the shadows of the loading bay, Lois made out other men...waiting in line.

"Did you know about this?" The reporter asked, not looking away as Mara bit her lip, face twisted in passion as her pussy got railed...and the reporter had no doubt that the "bareback barback" hadn't made her client wear a condom.

"Everyone is paid under the table, cash only." Blaze whispered. "No social security numbers, no taxes, everyone gives the names they want. I...heard some of the girls were...working on the side. But I didn't know it was one of your missing women. I would have told you if I did."

The grip on Lois' arms softened, turned into a light rubbing up and down.

"You believe me, don't you babe?" Angelica whispered.

I want to, Lois said to herself. I really want to.

"I think it's time for another interview," the reporter said as she took a step forward. Blaze let her go, and followed along, the devil hovering over Lois' left shoulder.

On the keg, Mara's eyes widened, shocked to see someone step out of the shadows—and behind her, the client gasped and drove himself into her, shuddering with his climax.

"Mara de la Cruz?" Lois stared the young woman in the eye. "I'm Lois Lane, a reporter. I'd like to ask you a few questions."