The Cover Charge

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. "You ladies know the cover charge, of course."

Lois looked a question at Maria. "Your panties, and a secret." The barmaid said, as she reached up under her skirt.

"A sexy secret," Aisha said, as she fished her own panties out of her pocket. "And don't lie, because Terry will know."

Lois clicked off her heels and began to roll down her pants. The ladies whistled and cheered as she slid the tight red pants over her ass, revealing the sweat-soaked black lace panties. The next part was harder—but Lois knew the role she was playing demanded she slip them off with a smile, flashing her well-trimmed black bush to the ladies and the bouncer as she stood there, bottomless.

Maria went first, handing Terry her red satin panties. Whispered something in his ear, and he nodded her in. She went right past the threshold of the Black Door, then turned back to smile and wait.

Aisha's chocolate-colored dick was visibly hard, no hiding it. She slid the rumpled underwear into Terry's big hand, and whispered into his ear. It went on for thirty, forty seconds—and then he nodded, and she too strode past. Lois' eyes focused on the shemale's ass, wondering if that much booty was real...

Her turn. She had been mulling this over in her head. A secret. A sexy secret. There was only one that had come to mind. The reporter laid the damp panties in Terry's gigantic paw. He leaned down, seeming so much bigger. "And what's your secret, miss fresh meat?"