Wait For Her First Customer

I should go out. Lois knew. This was a golden opportunity to snoop around—But if I'm caught...

She paced nervously, heart quickening. The heels were digging into her feet, but she didn't want to take them off, so she sat on the edge of the bed, facing the door, knee together.

Legs together or...spread? She straightened her skirt with her hands. Spread is more inviting but also wanton. Then again, there's no use being coy, anyone that comes in here knows what they're buying...

Her heart skipped a beat.

...and what do I do if someone does come in here? How far am I prepared to take this particular disguise? Lois focused on keeping a straight face, not wanting to smudge her makeup, but inside her head, turmoil roiled. Her stomach too was near rebellion, physical nausea warring with excitement.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she could feel her bare ass and pussy, the lube she had put in there earlier now warm and runny. They were both still a bit sore. Lois wondered how the working girls dealt with that kind of thing. Maybe she would ask, when she got a break.

How far have I gone already? The reporter admitted to herself. Bent over and offered my ass to a random stranger in an alley. Paid like a common whore. But it was worth it, right? I got the clues that brought me here. If I can just find out what's going on...what happened to those women...it'll all be worth it, right? No one has to know.

Or I can just go. Nothing stopping me. Go try that door at the end of the hall, that's probably wher—

The sound of footsteps outside the door interrupted Lois' thoughts. The knob turned—no knocking. Lois put on what she hopes was a seductive smile, eyes half-lidded, knees parted just a little, to flash some thigh...

No one has to know but me.

And her smiled relaxed into something a little more natural.