The Creamery

"Some women really do love to suck cock. Every one of them has their own reasons why, but I find the rare woman that completely devotes herself to it enjoys the level of skill involved. Any slut can spread her legs or let some worthless dick fuck her face. But making him cum with your mouth, your lips, your tongue...there's technique there."

They had left the bar behind, and were traveling down a back corridor, freshly painted an institutional off-white and still reeking of primer. Lois held her breathe and let Angelica Blaze monologue.

"Most women don't get enough practice to get really good at it. But for those women who do love to suck a schlong...and who do have pride in their skills...there aren't many vocations where they can put that desire and know-how to use, is there?"

Lois' lungs were burning, and she was **** to breathe. She instantly felt a little dizzy from the paint fumes, but kept on walking, staying right behind Blaze the entire way, eyes on her pert ass, rolling like two balloons beneath the dress.

"Pornography isn't a lasting career. Girls burn out quick, most under two years. Prostitution is worse, even if you can find a legal way to go about it. So I saw an opportunity...a way to give these women what they really wanted, even if they didn't know it. Where they could pursue their bliss and get paid for it. With benefits!"

They came to a large, heavy steel door. A lock thunked open as Blaze reached for the handle, though Lois didn't see any key. Angelica opened the door and ushered the reporter in...

"Oh my god," Lois said.

The far side of the wall was a large clear plane of glass. On the other side was a busy men's restroom. And set at intervals were holes, in front of which were women.

Each was dressed in a shiny white latex nurse's outfit. And each was "servicing" one of the men, who had stuck their cock through the hole.

"They can't see us," Blaze said. "One-way glass. Transparent aluminum, really. More secure, safer for the women. Look! One is about to blow."

Angelica took Lois Lane's arm and guided the reporter to the woman on the end of the line. Lois recognized her as Tonya Wong, a petite Asian woman who had, until a few weeks ago, been majoring in Business Administration. Now she was focused on getting ahead much more directly.

Tonya's right hand gripped a device like a funnel, connected to a tube leading into the floor. The tiny lips slid along the hard pink-tipped shaft once, twice, three times—with practiced precision she pulled her mouth off and brought the funnel up, just in time to catch the pearly load that burst from the tip of the erect dick.

Lois stared, slightly overwhelmed at this real-life porn scene, and realized she was blushing. One thought occupied the front of her mind, one question crowding out all others as the spent cock withdrew back threw the hole. Tonya carefully sterilized the port with a little wipe, and waited for her next customer.