Where Are The Missing Women?

"The women, Rat," Lois gave his Prince Albert a gentle tug. "The ones that have gone missing. You see them around?"

He nodded. Lois noted the sweat run down his face, cold and a little rancid with fear. Sweat ran down her own ribs, but it was because of the flush of heat within her body. She shifted her hand inside his pants, to grip his half-hard member, rough thumb on the head of his trapped cock. He gave out something almost like a moan.

"Y-yeah, I've seen them. C-college cooze, for the most part. L-looking to score."

Lois' grip tightened at the word 'cooze.' She didn't like it. In response to the pressure, she felt Rat start to tighten and get hard.

"What happened to them Rat? Where did they go?" The reporter tugged, once and Rat's hips moved to her pull. He gasped.

"The...the Black Door!" Rat said. "All the girls, the lady took them down there, one by one. Never saw them again."

Almost unconsciously, Lois began a slow stroke with her hand. She never let go of Rat's arm, never let his face leave the wall. She liked to hear his little gasps of pain when the stroke ended with a flick of her thumb along his sensitive head.

"Tell me about the Black Door." She purred, as she began another stroke.

"It's the, the club beneath the club! That's where everything happens. All the VIPs and shit. I've...I've never been." He sounded a little dejected at that. Licked his lips. Lois gave pumped him a little faster. "And?" she said.

"They say...they say...it's like, we can't be supers, right? No powers. Can't leap tall buildings, pick up cars or any of that. But behind the Black Door...you can. For a price."

Lois sped up her strokes. Felt Rat respond in her hand. Varied the rhythm a little, left him on edge and stopped.

"What price?" She said.

"I dunno," Rat said through gritted teeth, breath **** through in short gasps. "Just...more than most people can afford, okay? Who wouldn't give anything for powers? People would sell their souls for that." Lois felt him relax. Her hand pumped again. He let out a croak. "But it's...it's not easy, for a supe to get off, right? Superman, he'd probably kill a normal cooze...argh." Rat let out a strangled gasp as Lois gripped him hard. "Aaa...ugh...unIess the girls are super too. I mean, some of the girls, they say, they kinda...pay their way. Get the powers and then...work it off."

Lois pumped harder. She felt Rat tense in her hand. He was close. So was she. The reporter was as hot as Rat was, gulped down air. "Who, Rat? Who is 'she'? Who is 'the lady?'"

Suddenly, unexpected, she felt it, saw it, smelled it. A white stream hit the wall, rope after salty rope. A hot spurt of liquid over her hand, and she milked it, a sticky dribble that ran over her fingers, onto his belt, his pants, the floor. She almost laughed.

"Angelica," he said as he slumped against the wall. "Angelica Blaze."