Chapter 15 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Do Now?

Lois...Hungers

Lois groaned in frustration; her fingers weren't doing it. The reporter pulled the hand from her twat and, pulling up her pants, got to her feet. She left her underwear on the floor. The heat and sense of fullness was still there, in her belly, but the voice had faded. Still, there was a...craving within her.

Rat was passed out, genitalia looking small and bruised. She kind of felt responsible for him—but more pressing concerns had her attention right now.

Lois laid a hand on her belly, feeling the warm, firm flesh, not showing yet but... If the words she had heard were correct, if she wan't hallucinating or losing her mind, she was pregnant. She took a deep breath and let it out. Or at the very least, he'd had unprotected sex with a near-complete stranger and needed to get tested for pregnancy and other things. That was one.

Two: the reason he had come here. The missing women. Something told her that either they were still here, or there was some clue to why they had disappeared here. Either way, she had come to this club looking for answers, and she wasn't leaving until she got them.

Third and final...Lois rubbed her puffy pussy through her tight pants. She could feel the aching emptiness there, the kind that built up when she was a teenager, her sister Lucy sleeping in the bed right next to her own, unable to touch herself for fear of waking her up...the reporter hated herself for that feeling, especially after just pouncing on Rat mere minutes ago, but she was mature enough to be honest with herself. She knew what it was that was eating at her, putting her mind and body on edge, sensitive to every little impulse...that made her nipples taut and erect within her shirt, and her pussy press into her pants.

Lois needed some dick. And she knew where to find it.