You Want To Get Pregnant

"You did not really come here to find the missing women. You know that they have gone off on an unscheduled trip to Mexico."

That makes sense, Lois told herself. Her brain began putting the clues together. They were a tight-knit group...going out to clubs together...and didn't one of their roommates say they were looking up cheap flights to Cancun? In fact, Tonya Wong had a lot of chatter about Mexico on her social media before she went dark.

She was surprised that she hadn't put the facts together before. It made perfect sense. But if she already knew it, deep down...then why did she really come to the club?

"The truth is, Lois, that you want to get pregnant. You've been feeling the biological clock ticking for a while. Tracking your periods. You knew today was a dangerous day..."

Lois could hardly breathe as the darkness seemed to close in around her. She began to remember every lingering glance at the pregnant women in her office...the way advertisements on websites had started talking about pre-natal vitamins and fertility treatments...half-forgotten dreams involving empty strollers, cribs. The reporter could almost guess what the next words would be, and a part of her dreaded it.

"You came to this club to get pregnant. You put yourself in the position to act the whore, knowing you would have to have sex, knowing how risky it was for your today. Now you will admit it to yourself..."

Oh God! Lois felt the realization sink in. I did. I did come here to get knocked up. Cheaper than in vitro fertilization treatments, more natural...to just have a one night stand and get pregnant and...and I wouldn't have an abortion. I would keep it. I mean, it would be hard to be a single parent, but...I could do it.

Her heart thundered in her chest.

I will do it.

"...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 why did you come here?"

"To get pregnant," the reporter affirmed.

"And you want to get pregnant?"

"Yes!," Lois replied.

"You like having sex to get pregnant?"

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

"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 wanted to get pregnant and needed a cock in her right now.

"2..."

Just the idea of taking cock to get pregnant, her belly swelling with life...it made her pussy drip. Sure, her friends and colleagues would hardly understand, but this was her life. Her choice.

"1"

Lois opened her eyes. The madam of the brothel was staring at her with those big dark eyes. The reporter 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.

"I think that's my question for you," Angelica Blaze replied cooly. "Are you on birth control?"

"No..." Lois said.

"We have a certain customer with a particular fetish—for impregnating women. He always insists on fucking them bareback. Most of my girls won't take him. But if you're not afraid...the money is good..."

"I'll do it," the reporter said, hardly believing the words coming out of her mouth. She didn't care about the money.

"Then go through that door," Blaze 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.