Walk Away

After the gangster left the alley, Lois got off her knees, wiping her pants as best as she could with her hands, and resumed her walk to her apartment.

She could still taste him in her mouth.

The reporter held her head high, shoulders thrown back, face impassive. The bottle was still secure inside of her, something she was aware of with every step.

She could feel it running down her throat. Hot and sticky. Little bits of sperm caught in odd corners of her teeth, coating her tongue. Lois' stomach gurgled in response, and she wondered when she had eaten real food last.

Lois told herself she wouldn't cry. Not here on the street. Not until she was out of the Suicide Slum, away from the gangbangers and junkies and...prostitutes.

She felt the tears, but blinked them back, breathed deeply of the fetid, warm night air.

So she'd sucked a cock. Lots of people had sucked cocks. Everyone's grandmother had probably swallowed a dick at some point in their lives, and for a lot less. It wasn't about the money. She could give away the money. Lois didn't need it. What she had done, she rationalized to herself, was to buy her safety with a consensual sexual act. Nothing wrong there. And no one would know. Even that gangster back in the alley would probably forget about it.

It wasn't like she'd blown Perry White to get a job at the Daily Planet. Or swallowed Lex Luthor's semen to get an interview. Lois was a professional. An adult woman that could make her own sexual choices. She did what she had to do. For the story. To get home safe.

The doorman greeted her and swung the glass-paneled door open for Lois. Reporters get in at all hours. He didn't suspect a thing.

A bit of luck, there was nowhere in the elevator. She rested against the brass rail at the back...and as the doors closed, the polished brass that shone back her own reflection, she saw her face for the first time that night. Looked into her own eyes.

She didn't cry. Her cunt burned where the bottle was still inside of her. She could still taste him in her mouth. Lois' stomached roiled, nothing in it but cocktails and cum. Even here, where nobody could see, as the elevator ran up to her apartment, the tears didn't come. Maybe she was numb. Maybe...it just didn't matter.

Because she knew the night was far from over.