Chapter 15 by Zeebop

How Do They Handle The Prostitute At The Door?

Pose As Twin Sisters

Other-Lois opened the door. From her position sitting on the edge of the bed, Lois recognized Diana Reynolds—19 years old, a barista, Freshman majoring in literature, reddish copper hair, green eyes, and a winning smile in a soft body, which was currently trying to fall out of a miniskirt, fishnets, and a top two sizes too small, emphasizing the mass of her breasts.

"Oh," Diana said. "I didn't realize there were...two of you."

"My sister and share...everything." Other-Lois said, closing the door.

"Uh...okay, sure!" The prostitute smiled. "I prefer girls anyway. But I don't have much experience with threesomes..."

"You will," Lois said, mimicking her other-self's sultry tone.

They handled the money first. Other-Lois produced a wad of bills, which disappeared into the young woman's purse. She seemed much happier having been paid.

"For right now...why don't you sit down next to me on the bed," Lois patted the matress to her left. Diana smiled and put her purse down on the dresser—the easier to grab if she needed a fast exit, Lois noted—and other-Lois sat down on the far corner, so that Diana was squeezed in between them.

At almost the same time, the Loises clapped their hands on Diana's knees. The young woman gave a nervous laugh.

"Where are you from?" Lois asked, rubbing her hand gently on the young woman's fishnets. She had no intention of actually sleeping with Diana...she and her mirror-self were just pumping a contact for information...but this close, she could smell the whore's sweet perfume, and wondered how and why an innocent college girl had gotten mixed up in interdimensional hooking.

"Oh, I grew up in Metropolis," Diana said nervously. "Local girl, y'know?"

"Ah...but was it this Metropolis?" Other-Lois' hand slid up the young woman's thigh, fingers curling around. "Or the one on the other side of the mirror?"