The Missing Women

"So...do you boys come here often?" Lois Lane said, then sipped her beer.

Jorge and Mac looked at each other.

"We're not boys," Mac said. He was the Black man of the pair...and seated next to Lois, the reporter found her eyes drawn down to the crotch of his pants, and the distinctive bulge there.

"No, of course not. You're both men," Lois licked her lips. "So do you two men come here often?"

Jorge, the white one, leaned in a little, his arm on the back of the couch behind Lois.

"Sure, Mac and I come here often." He said, his pale blue eyes fixed on the reporter with sudden intensity. There was a certain emphasis he had put on to the fifth word which she caught.

The reporter fished her phone out of her jacket pocket. She quickly opened up the photos of the missing women that she had downloaded from their social media.

"Have you seen any of these women here?"

Mac and Jorge leaned close to stare at the screen. One deep breath, the reporter knew, and her breasts would brush against the back of their heads...and that was exciting to her in a way it normally wouldn't have been. She could feel a tingle in her pussy, her heart beat a little faster. The reporter ached for more beer for her dry throat, surprised she wasn't tipsier than she was. Normally this much beer would see her giggly and sleepy, but Lois felt wide awake...almost wired.

Lois Lane awaited their answer...and then she felt their hands on her thighs. Warm palms resting there, not squeezing...and she drank in thee sweat they had worked up during the beer pong game, the smell of men and beer...

"Yes, I've seen this one...and this one," Mac said.

"I've seen those two. Party girls. Heavy drinkers. They get real randy when they had a few." Jorge added. "Haven't seen them around for a few days, though."

"No, they stopped showing up a couple weeks back," Mac added.

Lois Lane swallowed hard. It sounded like a dead end. But she had to be sure...