You Are A Secret Whore

"You have been using prostitution to supplement your income at the Daily Planet," the woman's voice told her. "Nobody knows, but you love it. You love having sex for money. It fulfills your need, making love to random men, complete strangers."

Lois quivered in the darkness as the words sank in. Something inside of her seemed to rail at the suggestion.

"That was why it was so easy for you to go 'undercover' as a prostitute. The line has been blurring for your two jobs for a while. Soon, you'll have to decide what you really want to be...either a reporter or a whore."

The logic seemed unassailable. Lois began to replay the events of the evening, everything that had brought her here. Yes, it made sense...if she was both a reporter and a whore...why wouldn't she had jumped at the opportunity to put both of her skillsets to use? After all, nobody would ever know.

A warm breath seemed to blow on her neck. The darkness was so close now, like being trapped inside a sleeping bag, the air growing close and hot. Lois felt her concerns and inhibitions fading gently out of mind.

I'm whore and a reporter, she told herself. The Daily Planet's best whore-reporter! I can suck a story out of anyone!

"...when you wake up, you will remember nothing of this conversation, nothing of being hypnotized, but you will know what I have said is true. It will sink deep down inside of you and become part of you. Now tell me, who are you?"

"Lois Lane," she said.

"And you're a reporter?"

"Yes," the reporter affirmed.

"And you're a whore?"

"Yes!," the whore replied.

"You like sex?"

"I love sex," Lois said, and as she said it the words seemed to be more true now.

"That's very good Lois. Very good. Now, I'm going to count backwards from ten. When I hit one, you will awake. Ready?"

"Yes," Lois said, pussy dripping. She was **** to get fucked.

"10...9...8...7..."

Something pressed against her sensitive clitoris and Lois almost came.

"6...5...4...3..."

The reporter squirmed, wanted to scream. Her pussy was so sensitive...she wanted dick. Any dick. She was a whore and wanted a cock in her right now.

"2..."

But if she got a cock in her, she would get pregnant. And that would be the end of...something. Would it be easier to be a pregnant reporter or a pregnant whore? Lois Lane wasn't sure, and didn't know that she wanted to find out.

"1"

Lois opened her eyes. The madam of the brothel was staring at her with those big dark eyes. The whore took a breath, feeling how flustered her body was.

"Sorry, I...got lost in the moment there. Did you want to continue?" She asked, her pussy throbbing, **** to get fucked.

"No, that won't be necessary." The madam told her. "In fact, I think you're ready for your first client. He's a little difficult, so this one will be for double the usual fee. Walk through that door there." She pointed.

Legs shaky, Lois Lane stood up and adjusted her crotchless Star Sapphire uniform.

This is what I came here for, she told herself, and walked confidently toward the door.