Use The Public Toilet

Lois' bladder talked to her, the drinks from earlier making themselves known. She took a deep breath, then leaned over and half-shouted into Maria's ear:

"I need to use the ladies."

The young woman grinned and nodded, slipping her left hand over the reporter's right elbow, guiding her through the maze of copulating couples and half-naked bodies. Arm in arm, they descended through the levels of the club.

Eyes wide, Lois continually scanned the club, looking at faces. If the missing women were here, their little tour was her best chance to spot them.

The reporter looked into the eyes of a woman whose asshole was stretched taut around a beefy forearm, brown eyes wide as a fist distended her gut for an eager audience of onlookers. There was a tense air of excitement and apprehension as another arm was lubed up, ready to insert in her other hole...

Two women sat on facing black leather saddles, rubbing their breasts against each other, locked into a deep kiss. As Lois watched, one of the waitresses turned on the mechanical bulls, and the saddles began to buck and vibrate between the women's bare legs, pussies drooling as they fought to stay together...

In a corner, Lois watched an older woman in a booth gently shift her hips, sliding the strap-on in and out of a young woman. They seemed oddly unaffected by all the noise and bustle around them, the pair of lovers lost in their own little world. The young woman was almost boy-like, with a shaved head and mosquito-bite tits, slim and strong compared to the bigger, older woman with her heavy breasts and thick thighs...but both buggered and buggerer were gasping, making love in the midst of all this debauchery...

...and Maria and Lois came at last to a corner of the club that was covered in white porcelain and chrome pipes, with porcelain potties and drains set in the floor. The reporter's bladder was screaming at her at this point, that uncomfortable fullness that threatened to release at any moment, but in front of every outfit was a naked woman, velvet handcuffs tying her into position.

The reporter scanned their faces...and recognized one, a clean-looking young woman with blonde hair and pert breasts with soft pink nipples that were hard and erect. She did not shiver, because the air was warm and close down here, but she was seated on a toilet bowl, hands cuffed behind her back.

Diana Reynolds stared at Lois expectantly.

"Go on," Maria half-shouted into Lois' ear. The young woman's eyes were toward the scrum of squirming bodies in the pit, the barmaid disengaged her hand from Lois' arm to slip under her own skirt. "I'm going to watch the action for a minute!"