Business had slowed down slightly after the bells struck 2:00 AM, but not by enough to ruin Dina D's night. Wiping her ass clean of the fresh load from her last trick, her loyal pet pig had paid generously to fire in her backdoor, the diamond whore pocketed the triple-buck-fifty with the rest of her take. Flushing away the evidence, Dina finished cleaning herself up and congratulated herself on hit #49 in the mirror of the cheap motel bathroom. Tina had a very amenable arrangement with the manager to always have a few rooms available for her girls and their high rollers. Wasting no time, the former Amazon strutted out of the motel and back onto the Glory Drive looking for #50.
However, just as she thought she'd spotted her next customer, another woman stepped up to the dude she'd been eyeing and blocked his path to Dina. Initially, Dina's thoughts were territorial, this bitch wasn't one of her Mistress' girls and Dina D simply couldn't let it fly that the ho thought she could work Tina's turf without paying the toll. Yet, the sultry vixen quickly realized that the cockblocker wasn't a working girl at all. From the body language of the pair, Dina guessed the woman was asking aggressive questions and clearly wasn't happy the guy didn't want to give her answers. 'A snoop, huh?' The proud slut mused with a smile. Slowly pacing on her 6'' heels, Dina moved closer and leaned on the wall of the building behind the reporter so she could eavesdrop.
"--ook lady, I'm from outta town!" That was a load of bullshit and both the women in earshot knew it. "How the hell was I supposed to know this was where the hookers hangout!?" ''Cos I got off to watching Trixie give you head last week.' Dina laughed to herself. Trixie was a good girl, young and talented for their line of work, even if she was only in it to pay for her next line of coke. "So, no! I've got no fucking idea if your friend's working round here!"
"Don't feed me that crap!" That voice was unmistakable. For a moment, Dina's ruby red lips twisted into a frown, but it didn't take long for it turn upside down. 'This night just got real interesting!' "No-one who even just passes through this city doesn't know what the Glory Drive is!" The indubitable Lois Lane accused, thrusting her pointed finger into the man's chest. "And no-one walks down it other than the girls who work it and the scum who pay them!"
"So which one are you, honey?" Dina spoke up, dragging on a fresh cigarette. She smiled sweetly at the scowling Pulitzer prize winner, while the trick breathed a sigh of relief but still found the time to eye Dina up, to which she winked playfully.
"I'm looking for my friend!" Lois retorted, turning to fully face the sexy whore. "She was last seen here a mon--"
"So you're a customer then." Dina cut in, making the journalist blush furiously in embarrassment. 'Ha! That look actually makes her look kinda hot... Oooh, yeah, I could make you feel all kinds o' shame you stuck up cunt.' Shifting her eyes to the dude next to Lois, "Sorry, hun', looks like I'm booked up for now."
"What!?" Lois shouted in offense, but Dina simply ignored her friend from a previous life. "What the he--!"
"Why don't you go call back on Trixie? I know she liked the taste you gave her last time." She stroked the guy's ego, while still paying the fuming reporter no mind. Taking another slow drag on her smoke, she cupped one of EE tits through her tight red tube top, and added as she blew a kiss his way, "These babies'll still be here tomorrow."
"Uh, yeah sure..." The man said, openly drooling at the erotic visage before him.
"Why are you still here!?" An angry Miss Lane yelled, breaking him out of his reverie.
"Sheesh, fine whatever!" He shot back and began to walk on down the street, only to quickly look back and mouth 'Tomorrow, yeah?' to the smokin' hot ho who nodded back with a smile.
"Are you done?" Lois hissed, and Dina finally looked back at her.
"Sure, c'mon, hun." The platinum blonde replied, strutting back the way she had come from the motel.
"Wai-?" The reporter began, puzzled by Dina's actions, before begrudgingly deciding to follow the streetwalker. "Listen, I'm not--!"
"-a customer, I know." Dina finished her sentence with calm and almost sympathetic tone that surprised the usually unsuprisable Miss Lane. "Time is money on this street, babe." She explained, flicking away her cigarette. "You take up too much of a girl's, or their tricks', time and you're gonna get hurt."
"You mean your pimp would--?"
"Yup," Dina answered, flashing a smile to the seedy motel manager as the pair walked past the office and toward the stairs to the second floor.
"So, what, we're pretending?" The brunette asked incredulously as they climbed, unable to understand the logic behind Dina's actions. Not that she was supposed too.
"You catch on quick." Dina chuckled, taking her motel key out of the purse she used to store her cash. "Lucky for you, first time for a girl is free and in here," she said, unlocking her room door, "no-one's watching so we don't have to do anything. You can even ask about your friend if you like."
"Wow," Lois muttered, genuinely speechless that this hooker of all people had things well and truly thought out. From her time as the prude Diana, Dina knew that Lois would have anticipated pissing off a pimp or two with her investigation. The little know it all probably had mace, a stungun and one of those high pitch alarms to call her hunk of a boyfriend if need be. So, with the tactically blessed mind she had received from Athena, the slutty Amazon had used the pretense of protecting Lois to lead the nosy sow back to her room. Where, as she said, no one was watching and also where she just so happened to stash her Lasso of Truth underneath her mattress.
"Well?" Dina queried with a raised eyebrow, inviting the reporter to enter past her. Hesitantly, the proud journalist did so, surveying the room, even moving past the bed to check the bathroom which Dina had used not 30 minutes earlier. Seizing her opportunity, the wondrous whore moved quickly and quietly to retrieve her lasso.
"So," Lois said, letting out a deep breath as she concluded the bathroom contained no hidden surprises, "you think you can help me find my friend?" Turning back out of the restroom's doorway to face the lustful lady once more, Lois suddenly felt her thoughts stop and her breath hitch as a golden rope tightened around her waist.
"No, I don't think so. I know so."
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