The White Room

Mercy led Lois along a back corridor; doors led off to offices, storage closets, a breakroom. A large man with a bald head, black glasses, and an earpiece stood in front of a door at the end of it, a heavy pistol visible in a shoulder holster—the man moved aside quickly as the brunette and her charge approached.

"C'mon, Mercy..." The reporter said huskily. "...let's play."

"We're almost there, Lane." The bodyguard had given up on trying to tear Lois' hands off her, and let the woman grope as she pleased, as long as she continued to stagger in the right direction. It had been a short walk, as far as absolute distance, but the drunk and horny reporter had made the most of it to explore Mercy's body. Already the reporter had slipped her hand down the front of Mercy's pants, fingers creeping spider-like over her panties, searching for the clit...and found it, about half way down the corridor, causing Mercy to stagger.

The man with the black glasses started forward to help, but Mercy waved him off.

"Y'know Lane," she said, half dragging the woman forward. "you're going to pay for that."

"Hmm, yeah. I've been a bad girl...gotta be punished..." The reporter was almost hanging off Mercy at this point, and gently nibbled on her ear.

"Keep it up and I'm going to cunt-punt you into that room." Mercy gritted her teeth. She wasn't used to someone invading her personal space like this. Especially not a woman. Worse thing was, she could feel her body start to respond to it, and resented the betrayal as her nipples hardened. Just her luck that lane turned to be a three-drink lesbian. The bodyguard counted the steps to the open doorway. Ten steps, and she could toss the drunk slut in, and slam the door shut...maybe go to the bathroom and frig herself in peace...

"That wasn't nice, Mercy." Lois pouted. "Not nice at all...and I so want to be nice...to...you..."

Three steps. Two. One. Standing at the doorway, Mercy dragged Lois around in front of her...and the reporter grabbed her hands and pressed her lips against Mercy's. Hot lips, pressed against her own, and a warm, wet muscular slug of a tongue that tapped against the bodyguard's lips and...despite herself...Mercy opened her mouth, just a little, to let that intruder in...and too late tasted something salty and thick and...blue.