Chapter 12 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Do?

Use Her Mouth

Lois felt her heart skip a beat. She stared down at the young woman—and she was obviously a woman, even though she had been shaved and washed—and her eyes went to the small, pert breasts. there was a leaf on top of the nipple, and over that a small pink slice of tuna on a bed of rice. The reporter swallowed heavily.

Hell...when am I ever going to get this chance again?

And just like that, for the second time that night, Lois gave in to temptation.

Setting the chopsticks down, she leaned over the young woman's chest. Felt the little brown eyes on her, saw the body tremble just a little. But she said nothing as the reporter's mouth closed over the bit of sashimi. The lips brushing over the bright green leaf. Feeling the nub of the erect nipple trying to poke through.

Lois lingered there, just a moment too long. Then she sat up, chewing the fish and rice carefully, swallowing the morsel.

It felt naughty. It felt mean. To use this poor girl like that, even though being used was the entire reason why she was here and getting paid. How many times had men used similar excuses, when hiring prostitutes, when ogling strippers and waitresses? And here Lois was, taking advantage...because the opportunity, perhaps once in a lifetime, presented itself. It felt wrong.

But Christ, Lois thought, as the dampness spread through her pants. It felt hot too.

She glanced over at Blaze, and almost choked on her food when she saw the bulge of her erection, straining against her pants.

"How is it?" Angelica asked.

"Good," Lois said. "Very, very good. I can't wait to see what you have planned for dessert."