Chapters tagged prostitution

by Zeebop

Chapter 7

"Yo, _puta_." The call came from behind her. "Where you going?" Lois stopped, though she knew she shouldn't, and looked back. Male, Hispanic. Slicked back hair, pencil mustache, and wearing a zoot suit. A character right out of Dick Tracy. He might have been cute, if he hadn't...

by Zeebop

Chapter 8

"Fifty for head," Lois said. It almost felt like someone else was saying it, keeping to the Suicide Slum accent. "I'm really not up for anything else." The john didn't look happy, but Lois saw him appraise her face, then he nodded. "Alright. Where?" Lois nodded her head to the...

by Zeebop

Chapter 9

After the gangster left the alley, Lois got off her knees, wiping her pants as best as she could with her hands, and resumed her walk to her apartment. She could still taste him in her mouth. The reporter held her head high, shoulders thrown back, face impassive. The bottle was...

by Zeebop

Chapter 8

"Hundred for anal," Lois said. It almost felt like someone else was saying it, keeping to the Suicide Slum accent. "But you can cum inside." The john didn't look happy, but Lois saw him appraise her booty, then he nodded. "Alright. Where?" Lois nodded her head to the alley, and...

by Zeebop

Chapter 9

Lois strode through the alley, head held high as a whore that just got paid for ten minutes' work. She could feel the eyes of the john watch her backside as she went, and she tried not to think about the damp spot on her ass, or whether he could see it through the fabric of her p...

by Zeebop

Chapter 11

Lois' middle finger pressed into her ass. _Not slipped in_, she told herself. _I'm not loose. Not some loose, backalley whore._ She pressed the finger in deeper, passed the burning ring of her anus, letting the warm shower wash over her. The reporter felt her own insides, hot a...

by Zeebop

Chapter 12

Toweling off, both of her holes still sensitive and sore, Lois knew that what she should do was spend the rest of the night laying down with an ice pack between her legs...but her mind kept going back to the sink, where the bottle she had smuggled out of the club lay...and the mo...

by Zeebop

Chapter 13

Lois stared at the Metropolis University student ID and driver's license for "Margot Hatcher"...it had been a few years since she had used this identity. There had been rumors about the fraternity initiation on campus...that they hired escorts, and all the pledges that made it to...

by Zeebop

Chapter 14

Lois took a cab. Too far to walk in these heels, at least not without risking another encounter—and she didn't have time for that. _I'm on the clock_. She reminded herself, shifting her ass in the back seat of the car. There were butterflies in her stomach, and her pussy felt we...

by Zeebop

Chapter 16

_I should go out_. Lois knew. This was a golden opportunity to snoop around—_But if I'm caught_... She paced nervously, heart quickening. The heels were digging into her feet, but she didn't want to take them off, so she sat on the edge of the bed, facing the door, knee together...

by Zeebop

Chapter 17

Lois' smile froze as her client stepped through the door. She immediately recognized the salt-and-pepper hair, the kindly eyes, the broad shoulders,and gruff familiar voice that said— "Great Caesar's Ghost!" The reporter's heart sank. How could she explain this to Perry White,...

by Zeebop

Chapter 18

As Perry's meaty hand brushed her pussy lips, Lois' instinct was to close her thighs together—but she resisted that urge. Instead, heart thumping, she opened her legs a little, giving him better access. _How far am I going to take this?_ Lois' heart seemed to hammer in her throa...

by Zeebop

Chapter 19

Strong hands gripped Lois' shoulders, pulling her up off of her knees. "I...I'm sorry," Perry mumbled, voice strained. Lois looked down at his prick, red and angry and wet, ready to explode. He shifted his right hand to her skirt, pushing it up over his ass. "I need..." Before...

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Chapter 20

A kind of shock ran through Lois, as Perry White held her close, hands squeezing her ass, his prick still plugging up her slit. This hadn't been some possible life-or- ass fuck in an alley with a random john, or going "undercover" for some story. Lois had gone into a brothe...

by Zeebop

Chapter 20

It was such a simple decision, and yet Lois knew that it was fraught with consequences. She wasn't sure how she would manage it, but Lois knew that she hadn't had enough of this old man's dick, or of him. Whether he was married or not. Somehow she had to... "Lois, I don't think...

by Zeebop

Chapter 18

"Anyway," he said, puffing out his chest. "That's why I want to make love to your ass." Lois Lane managed to nod her head, anus instinctively clenching. She winced, her poor backdoor still sore from earlier in the evening. Yet she had to play the part, had to be Margot the happy...

by Zeebop

Chapter 19

Lois Lane took a deep breath as the swollen head of Perry White's thick prick pressed against her asshole. It felt huge. Too big. Like a tree trunk about to be shoved up her ass. Yet the reporter tamped down her panic. She had interviewed sex therapists before. Knew that this was...

by Zeebop

Chapter 17

She wondered what he saw, as he entered the room. A woman on the bed. Late twenties, trying to look younger and succeeding. The hair was a wig, but it suited her made-up face, the short skirt on the long legs, the low cut blouse that emphasized what little bust she had. Her eyes...

by Zeebop

Chapter 18

Lois was unable to keep the shock of recognition from her face at the sound of her own name. Instantly, her brain wanted to form a denial...insist that she was Margot Hatcher, that he was wrong...but before she could say anything, he continued. "She's a reporter at the Daily Pla...

by Zeebop

Chapter 16

_I'm in_, Lois said. _Now I just need to find out if the missing women are here._ She counted to twenty, and then cracked open the door. The madam was nowhere in sight. The reporter looked down the corridor. Knocking at a random door seemed like a bad idea; it didn't seem likel...