The Bouncer

The bouncer was as wide as the door; Lois couldn't actually see the top of his bald head. He wore a tight-fitting black t-shirt and dress pants. Both of his ears looked like they had been chewed off at some point. No jewelry, not even a watch, and Lois noticed that his eyes took all three of the women in with a glance.

Behind him, she could make out what looked like a smaller foyer, with a coat-check room off to one side, and a pair of frosted glass doors.

"Miss Maria," he acknowledged in a pleasant baritone. "Miss Aisha," he said; the shemale blew him a kiss. "Who's this?"

"Fresh meat, Terry." Maria offered, as she handed him the polaroids. "Looking to join the party."

"I...see." He said, as he scanned through them. "Unfortunately, there's a problem. We are almost at occupancy. I'm afraid there's only room for two more." He looked at each of them in turn. "I guess you ladies will have to show me which of you wants to get in more."

The other women stood there as they digested his words—but Lois knew that she needed to get in that club, to find those missing women. Whatever it took. If that meant she had to be, as Maria would put it, the baddest bitch here...

Nonchalantly, Lois slipped out of her shoes, and turned around. The reporter's thumbs hooked the waist of her pants and pulled them down, panties and all, to her knees, and then down to her ankles. She stepped out of them, to make a little nest on the floor. Turned around and sat on it, her pussy facing the bodyguard.

Her left hand found her clit, and began rubbing slow circles. Her right hand she brought up to her mouth, sucking on her own fingers. Working her jaw to bring up more saliva, making them nice and slick. Three fingers. Four. Her lipstick had already been ruined in the bathroom, so she didn't care for the mess she made as she slobbered on her own digits.

The hand came out of his mouth with a wet pop. Lois smiled up at the bodyguard. "You watching?" As she brought the spit-drenched fingers down to her pussy.

She started with two fingers, as fast as she dared. Didn't want to rupture anything, but she pistoned them in and out, deeper and deeper. Aisha already had her cock out, stroking the half-hard meat to the unexpected show; Maria was a little slower on the uptake, but once she figured out what Lois was doing, shed her top and started to squeeze and pull at her pierced nipples.

Lois slipped a third finger in, and brought her left hand to her mouth. Only two of them would get in...and she was determined that one of them would be her.