Walk The Streets

Outside the club, Lois Lane's heels clicked on the pavement. She was a woman on a mission, surveying the crowds, shaking her ass. A placid smile on her face.

Suicide Slum was just a block away. She didn't want to tangle with that sort of crowd. Better to hang out on a street corner, not far from the club. Where people would stop by the light, waiting to make their turn.

A charcoal grey Prius rolled up. The window rolled down. Lois leaned in. Nice looking guy, dark hair, clean-cut. Muscular. A little young for her, but...

"Hey sugar. You got a date tonight?" She said it with a smile.

"How much?"

"Fifty for a blow, hundred for sex." The smile didn't waver. Blaze had told her about the prices. Somehow, the reporter didn't think the money itself was that important, but Blaze had insisted she bring the money back. Wanted proof.

"Get in." He unlocked the door. Lois clambered into the car. The light changed.

They drove to a parking lot half a block from the club. A nice dark space, the kind of place Lois might have picked to stake out a **** deal. No words, he just parked and turned the car off. Unlocked his safety belt. Unbuttoned his pants.

"Get in the back," he said.

"Money first." She could see her reflection in the sideview mirror. Still smiling. The muscles in her face hurt a little, from all the smiling, but she couldn't really change it. Not that she wanted to try.

She clenched a sweaty hundred dollar bill in her hand as she climbed into the back of the Prius. He was there too, in a moment. Sweaty and cramped, but she could be on all fours with her hands on the door. He peeled her pants down, and then her panties. Eager fingers felt how wet her cunny was.

Lois Lane could tell her heart was beating faster as he touched her. Gave a soft moan as his cock slid into her pussy. Clutched the hundred-dollar bill with a white-knuckled hand as he began to move, to thrust. Yet it was almost like it was happening to somebody else. That little pain and weight in her stomach was still there, whatever Blaze had put in her. The slightly foggy feeling in her mind.

He fucked her and she held on, just sort of floating on top of it all. Panting gently, body growing warmer as his stiffie slid in and out of her. No foreplay, no need. She had been wet and ready to go. Lois could hear herself moan a little, soft little cries of "Oh oh oh." Unforced, no porn star dialogue. The whore knew this wasn't a performance, as such. Lois was letting him get his rocks off, plunging his cock in and out, letting him do his thing. Feeling herself get off on it, just a little, but far away.

In the reflection in the window, she could see herself still smiling.