The Party Is Coming Here

Aisha smiled at "Joanne" and spun around, waving her arms to indicate the shrine with the squat, ugly pregnant statue. Lois could tell the weed was coming on for her, and Maria had a lighter and was putting the tiny flame to candles to provide more light.

"You ever religious, Joanne?" Aisha said, lighting another marijuana cigarette off a votive candle.

"I haven't been in church in...a long time," Lois answered, as honestly as she could.

"This ain't that kind of religion baby," the black transsexual grinned. "Ain't no kinda voodoo either. This is old religion. People gather here are street people. They got needs. You got needs, Joanne?"

The reporter's stomach rumbled, as if on cue. She remembered what the dealer's cum had tasted like, up above. Wondered what her own jizz tasted like. A part of her even wanted to dip her hand in her pussy, just to see if she could scoop out a dollop of jizz right now...

Then they practitioners began to arrive.

Some of them were club-goers from above. Others arrived from down the corridor, wearing regular clothes. A skinny, nervous woman in a faded grey dress; she might have been a music teacher. A strong-looking young man with plugs in his ears, crawling black tattoos on his broad shoulders that resembled the graffiti on the walls, dressed in little more than a stained wifebeater and shorts, carrying a tall wooden drum. A middle-aged businessman, short and fat, wearing a suit that had seen better days, scratching at his five o'clock shadow, the bulge in his pants large and distinctive.

They trickled in by ones and twos, seldom talking, until about thirty of them were there, more men than women... Bottles were passed around of beer and ****, people sharing them indiscriminately, and more weed, the room growing hazy from the smoke, Lois breathing it in despite trying not to take more in than necessary to keep up appearances. Still, the smoke and drink started to have their effect, the heat building up inside of her, and when people began to shed clothes Lois had no real objection to skinning down with the rest of them.

While disrobing, setting her clothes in a neat pile by the stairwell in case she needed to grab them and make a quick exit, Lois recognized faces at the back that might have been the four women she had come down here to find. She wanted to go talk to them, but Aisha and Maria kept her close, clinging onto her arms, groping her tits, fingering her cock and pussy...and Lois didn't mind the attention, but there was an air of expectancy as if...they were all waiting on something.

What? Lois wondered, smiling and playing the slut, eager to bone down. What have I gotten myself into?

"Quiet!" Aisha announced, loud and in charge. Her cock was a raging erection, a big ropey chocolate vein running down either side of it, and she made a commanding presence. "We have a new initiate with us today! A spark that we might fan into a flame! I want all of y'all to give a warm welcome to Joanne!"

Maria slapped the naked reporter's ass hard, and she stuttered forward a few steps. All of the eyes were on her, drinking in the sight of her naked body. The cock between her legs stirred to life, standing tall and proud...and all of the men, she saw, were stroking their pricks, staring at her with unreadable expressions.