The Dealer

"We just need to make a little stop first to...fuel up." Maria said.

Lois smiled, but her stomach sank. She had a feeling she knew what the barmaid meant.

But she followed the pink-and-purple haired girl back out into the main club area. The African-American shemale, Aisha, trailed along. Lois could feel the transwoman's eyes on her ass, and gave her hips a little more swing. She needed to get down into the club—whatever it took.

The dealer was young, almost dorky looking—dirty blond hair tied back into a pony tail, thick-rimmed glasses, a cheap white suit coat over black jeans and a shirt printed with what looked like the faces of anime girls, each caught in the moment of orgasm. He was vacantly staring at the nearest cage, where a dancer flashed her tits to a crowd too swept up in the music to care.

A half-empty beer bottle and can of Pepsi occupied the table, but nobody was infringing on his territory. The trio waited as someone sat down next to him, a musclebound man with wrists thicker than the dealer's biceps. There was an almost imperceptible movement under the table, and then the meatball stood up and wandered off into the crowd, surreptitiously pocketing something.

Maria led the way as she sat down across from the dealer, and motioned Lois and Aisha to take chairs on either side.

"Hey Mel," Maria said. "We're looking to party a little tonight."

"What kind of party?" he asked.

"Greens and blues."

"That might be doable." He said. Mel turned his four-eyed stare on Lois.

"Don't recognize your friend. Is she cool?"

"Oh, she's cool." Maria said. She slipped a polaroid out of her pocket and laid it on the table in front of Mel. Lois saw her own face, cheeks hollowed, about three inches of black dick sticking out of her lips—like she was smoking a fat cigar.

She smiled as Mel looked from the polaroid to her.

"Yeah, okay." He said. "What's your name?"

"Joanne," Lois said, smoothly, giving out her middle name.

"You like to smoke, Joanne?"

Lois kept smiling, not sure if Mel was making a cheap joke or not.

"Sure. Much as the next girl."

"Yeah, I'll bet you do." Mel turned to Maria. "Usual price."

There was an exchange under the table. Mel suddenly frowned.

"Not running a charity here, Maria. You're a little light." He turned to Lois. "But I'll tell you what. Why don't we have party girl Joanne here crawl under the table and I'll take it out in trade."

It wasn't a question. All eyes turned to Lois.