Why Not Both?

"How...how do you know...?" Diana looked from one Lois to the other, suddenly flustered. Her lips looked so kissable...and on instinct, Lois leaned forward and pressed her mouth against the whore's. She tasted like peppermint, their tongues just barely touching...and the moment was only lost when Diana broke her kiss to moan.

Other-Lois had freed the redhead's breasts from her too-small top, hands cupping and massaging the modest breasts.

"I think we need to get her to relax, sister," Other-Lois said, eyes flashing wickedly.

"Maybe if we were all naked," Lois found herself saying, feeling like an actor in a bad porno. "She'd feel more comfortable."

"What an excellent idea."

Diana Reynolds did not resist as the identical women stripped her down to her fishnets, shedding their own clothes in the process. Lois' breath caught in her throat as she ran her fingers down the whore's naked body...and then felt her "sister's" fingers slide up the inside of her thighs, one familiar finger slipping into her pussy, "testing the waters."

"Later," Lois promised. "Let's concentrate on her."

Other-Lois smiled. "That's right. She was going to tell us how she came here."

Whatever protest the prostitute had died on her lips as Other-Lois slipped two fingers into her pussy. They placed the woman on her side, Lois sliding in behind her. Brought two fingers up to her mouth to slicken them with saliva...and as Diana mumbled some denial, the reporter slid a finger down to the soft little knot of her anus.

"No!" Diana's eyes went wide. "Not there!"

"Talk," Lois whispered, pushing the coppery-red hair out of the way to kiss and suck gently at her neck. Diana moaned...and Lois gently but firmly pressed her finger past the sucking resistance of the woman's asshole. The muscle was tight around her finger, the ass beyond warm and squishy.

"Hmm, this hole has been used..." the reporter mused.

"...more than once," Other-Lois finished.

Fingerbanged fore and aft, showered with gropes and pinches, the whore wilted under the Loises twin attentions. Every denial grew weaker, every moan and pant grew stronger, and when Lois slid a second finger into that asshole, feeling the taut muscle stretch grotesquely around her fingers, the woman cried for mercy.

"I'll talk!" She gasped, face flushed, body sweating. Lois watched in fascination at the hard nipples, the breast rising and falling as her cunt and ass were pressed to their limit. Diana Reynolds was sobbing, **** for release. "I'll talk."

"Tell us," Other-Lois said. "What is Blaze up to? Why are you here?"