Black Alice Has Zero Chill

"So like oh my god, are we seriously going to make out with that stacked demon waitress?" The goth witch said. "I mean, did you see the size of her tits? Is she going to lick my pussy? Do I have to lick her pussy?"

As soon as they had got into the bathroom, Black Alice had started vibrating like Lola Bunny on meth. It was all that Lois Lane could do not to grab her by the shoulders and shake her. The reporter checked her makeup in the bathroom mirror.

She's legal to drink, Lois reminded herself. But she hasn't learned how to hold it yet.

It was smaller than the bathroom upstairs, and cleaner. No gloryholes in the stalls, of which there was only one anyway, and there was a lock in the door.

"Be cool," Lois said. "This is a business transaction. We need to know what she knows, without letting her know we're getting the information."

"Right!" Black Alice clapped her hands. "Do I have time to pee first?"

The door opened. The pink-skinned demon slid in, and locked it behind her. Before Lois could even say a word, Black Alice opened her mouth.

"Can I eat your ass?"

The demon shrugged and pulled up her skirt. "Sure."

Lois kept a smile on her face as the young woman quickly got on her knees behind the big-bottomed waitress and buried her face between the pink cheeks. At least that would keep Alice occupied for a little while.

"What about you, sugar?" The demon grabbed Lois Lane's jacket and pulled the reporter close. "What part of me do you want?"

The reporter raised her hands and let her fingers sink into the demon's tits to hold her off, at least a little while longer.

"No need to rush," Lois said. "Why don't you tell me your name?"

"Sure, sugar," the demon slid her pink hands up to Lois Lane's face, leaning in. "I'm—"

The demon paused. A change came over her body. Lois watched in fascination as the pure white eyes narrowed...then widened. The face moved differently, smiled...and then frowned, the brow between the small horns furrowing.

"Who is eating my ass?"

Lois Lane sighed and dropped her hands from the demon woman's breasts. The accent was Boston Brand's. The Deadman was back...and at exactly the wrong time.

"Never mind that," Lois said. "You're in the body of one of the waitresses. I need you to go back into the club and help us find Blaze."