To A Motel

As Terry wilted in the afterglow, the half-dressed duo snuck down the corridor, and out the firedoor, finding themselves in the alley behind the club—dingy and smelling like stale piss and garbage, but at least there was no broken glass or winos. The cool night air felt good on Lois' pussy, but it also reminded her acutely about how she was half-naked and now in public.

Lois didn't care. Bare-assed, jacket flapping around her waist, she grabbed Maria's hand and they ran for it—past the line of people waiting to get into the club, past the slow but steady foot-traffic of Metropolis' sidewalks, dashing for blocks, hand in hand together, legs pumping, lungs burning...they only slowed down when Lois caught the flash of a police car, and she pulled Maria into an alley and grabbed her.

The cops slowed, but didn't stop as they passed the alley, only seeing two women embrace.

In the darkness, Lois suddenly felt a pair of lips pressed on hers—hungry, breathing hard, tongue pushing into her mouth—and the reporter felt herself melt into the kiss, even closing her eyes as Maria's hands reached down to grab Lois' bare ass. The woman lifted her up, and instinctively Lois wrapped her legs around her, and the two hung like that for a moment, Lois' arms limp around Maria's neck, all their personal universes collapsed into that one ecstatic moment.

"Hey," Maria said, when they finally broke the kiss to breath, eyes opening to stare into each other. "You taste like cock."

Lois giggled, despite herself. "Guess we should do something about that. Not here though."

Maria turned her head to scan the street...and Lois followed her gaze to the blinking neon sign of the Halfway Inn. Underneath read the legend: "Renting rooms by the hour since 1969."

The woman gave Lois a crooked grin. "What do you say?"

Lois grinned. "Okay. You'll have to pay them, though. I don't think I can let the concierge see me like this."

"I'll bet they've seen everything...but yeah."

They pooled their cash, and crossed the street. Lois stood out near the Pepsi machine while Maria went in, doing her best to clinch her jacket shut around her bare crotch. In the cold and dark, without Maria, she felt suddenly exposed. Jittering as the adrenaline wore off, she wondered at what the hell she was doing—getting a room at a no-tell motel with a woman she had barely met, after blowing a complete stranger—and all the adult fears came to her, thinking about how she'd have to make appointments to get tested for STDs and...and before all that there was the rest of the night ahead, and the mystery of the club and the missing women. Maria, she hoped, was a key to cracking that mystery...but how far could she trust her? How far would she go tonight, to win the woman's trust?

And was it just for the night? Lois shivered, not sure what was taking the other woman so long. She looked at all the cars in the parking lot and mentally willed no more cop cars to come by. What could she tell them if they saw her like this? Misdemeanor, minimum, for public indecency, and if they were feeling like shits they might even book her for prostitution—they'd never make it stick, but her reputation would be in ruins. The light on the neon sign flickered, NO VACANCIES suddenly appearing underneath the hotel name. Lois' heart sank a little and she turned to go, but just as she was about to leave, Maria popped back around the corner.

"The good news is, I've got us a room." She said. "Unfortunately, they only had one room left."