Used

Lois took a minute to collect her thoughts, assess her feelings. She didn't feel ashamed—it was a consensual sexual encounter and she was a grown woman, more than capable of making her own decisions. Sure, getting fucked and creampied by a gorgeous and hung dickgirl in a dirty bathroom wasn't something she was exactly proud of, but it had definitely been something she didn't feel bad about.

What hurt—what Lois was really upset about—wasn't just a sore pussy full of cum. It was the feeling of being used. Angelica Blaze had seduced her, fucked her, cum in her...and then left her naked on the floor. Like a piece of exercise equipment at the gym, without even the decency to towel it off. The reporter could still feel her sticky baby batter inside her pussy, dribbling out of her lips and into her pants.

Lois bit her lip, feeling a sudden flashback of the passion of their mating. She still couldn't believe that she had begged to be inseminated like that. Normally she was so careful...but that was part of the excitement. Throwing caution to the wind, giving herself completely to someone else, letting herself be mated like a bitch in heat. It had just felt so good to let go for a moment.

The worst part is, Lois admitted to herself. I really thought we had a connection for a moment there. Sure, it was the heat of the moment and we both wanted to get off, but I thought...I thought I was more than just some hole for her to nut into.

The reporter lifted her head high. Whatever else she was, she wasn't someone that cried over spilled milk—there would be a time to cry later, and definitely pregnancy tests and other considerations farther down. Right now, she could hear that the music in the club had grown louder and knew that she still had a job to do while there was night to burn.

What I need, she decided. Is someone to talk to. Someone who's been here, knows the people that have come and gone, someone with a little time to kill... Lois meditated for a moment. Now if I was a scuzzy employee of an illegal club, where would I fuck off to for a smoke?

The answer came to her in a flash. The loading dock out back.

Head held high, pussy squelching with every step, the reporter left the bathroom and all of its memories behind, plunging once more into the lights and music and frenetic action of the club...except this time, with a different destination in mind. She skirted the dance floor, trying to ignore the happy-looking couples feeling themselves up as they gyrated to the music, and caught sight of a familiar face ducking out an unmarked door, lighter in hand.

Lois turned and followed, a sudden wave of queasiness going through her—second-hand smoke wasn't good for pregnant women—but she wasn't even sure she was pregnant yet, and this was her chance to maybe get some answers. Game face on, she pushed open the door and stepped out into the cool night air...and realized it wasn't tobacco that they were smoking.