Ask To See The Manager

Lois Lane reached out and grabbed the golden chain of the nearest waitress, dragging her over, naked tits wobbling.

"Where's your boss?" The reporter asked in that tone of She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed, the gruff and no-nonsense voice that her father the General used on his subordinates.

Pale brown eyes stared back at Lois, a moment of warring indecision. Without hesitation, Jacinda Blood stepped forward and grabbed the waitress' nipples, pinching them hard, nails biting into the pink nibs until Lois was sure blood was about to spurt out.

"Th-the office!" the waitress squeaked, pointing at a door in the back. Solid mahogany, rich and brown, with a corroded brass rectangle front in center, the handle bright and shiny only where countless hands kept it polished.

Lois released the chain. Jacinda released the nipples, purple half-moons showing where the nails had bruised the sensitive tit flesh.

They cut through the crowd, humans and demons ogling the pair as though sizing them up. Lois kept her head high, a look of general disdain on her face, eyes on the prize. She knew that showing even a moment of weakness here would be like rolling around naked in meth and being thrown to a hockey team. With Jacinda following close behind, the reporter headed for Blaze's office.

There was only one obstacle.

Her skin was a deep, unnatural pink; dark red hair hung down to her bare shoulders, scarlet horns twisted up and away from her brow. She was dressed only in a kind of red leather bustier and tight pants much like Lois Lane's own, midriff bared, but there was a slim blade buckled onto her left hip, one hand resting protectively near the hilt as she eyes the reporter coming toward the door.

"Satan Girl," Jacinda whispered from behind Lois. "Very dangerous. We'll have to go through her."

Lois Lane was wondering that herself. Yet the closer she got, the more her demonic dick throbbed...and Lois suddenly knew what she had to do.