To Call A Cab

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. Maria dialed a cab using the app on her phone, and the women huddled at the entrance of the alley, out of sight of passerby until it showed up, then made a mad dash for the car.

A few passers-by whistled when they saw Lois' bare buttocks and legs pumping, but in moments they were safely ensconced in the back seat.

The driver was a woman—her greying hair in cornrows, a scattering of dermatosis across her cheeks—older, but with sizable breasts barely contained in a grey wife-beater. She took in the half-dressed reporter and her friend in a long, lingering glance and smiled. "Where to, ladies?"

Lois hesitated to give the address for her apartment. She wanted to trust Maria, but at the same time, it was because of the barmaid that Lois was half-naked, with a plug in her ass and sitting in a cab after giving a strange man a handjob. And she still felt nauseous.

"Centennial Park," she said. "Just ah...circle around for a bit. We need to talk."

"Meter be running the whole time," the driver said.

"I'm good for it," Lois said, and fished the wallet out of her jacket pocket.

The driver only grunted, and took off into traffic.

In the back seat, Lois and Maria sat side-by-side. As the waited for the light at the end of the block, Lois shifted to lay her head on the woman's shoulder. She felt...feverish. But she needed answers.

"Maria," she whispered, so that the driver wouldn't hear. "In there, you said I was in danger. How? From whom?"

The barmaid reached out and gripped Lois' clammy left hand in her own right.

"It's a long story." Maria said. "Some of the people that come in...management marks them. Tell us to slip them special drinks, make sure they get good and liquored up. Then we're supposed to get them into the back and...well, it's complicated."

"Have you done this before?" Lois asked. "Set people up?"

"No," Maria said. "Last time...last time I was the one set up. They did it to me."