Blaze's Place

There was something off about Angelica as they walked away from the restaurant. Lois slipped her arm into Angie's, and the dickgirl had stiffened up for a moment, before forcing herself to relax. That's when Lois Lane twigged to it: Angie was nervous.

"We could go to a hotel," Blaze said suddenly. "A nice one. My place, it's...not home and gardens."

"I want to see it," Lois insisted. A part of her wondered why she did insist. Except that she was curious. About Angie. Her history, her past, what she was hiding. There were lots of secrets there. For someone so open about sex, it was odd how almost shy Blaze was at the possibility of letting Lois in.

"Fine," Blaze muttered. The dickgirl's hand rose and made a movement that made the reporter's eyes water. The fingers actually flickered and disappeared for a moment, as if she reached behind the fabric of the world, found a knob, turned...and a door opened before them. A rectangle of darkness on the street.

Angie gave a nervous smile as she motioned Lois to precede her through the portal. The reporter licked her lips, curious, and despite the alarms in her head, she stepped forward.

There was no sense of travel. Yet Lois felt heavier immediately. The air was thicker, full of unfamiliar flavors. It reminded Lois of when she had climbed the Andes, where the air was so thin, and then parasailed down. She stumbled, suddenly light-headed and dizzy, as her eyes adjusted to the gloom.

Ancient stone beneath her feet, the worn flags criss-crossed with scratches like ancient pentacles, drawn over and over and never entirely erased. Dark grey slabs of polished obsidian made up the walls. The method of construction was odd, like a log cabin made of black glass columns. The only light was a red gem that burned from a brass brazier that hung from the low ceiling. In one corner was a kind of nest—Lois couldn't properly call it a bed—and on the other three walls were shelves that held books, skulls, swords and daggers, devices Lois had no name for. There were no windows, though dark openings high in the wall and ceiling apparently let air in, and no doors.

Blaze stepped in behind her, the portal disappearing behind her. In the darkness, the dickgirl's eyes glowed white, without pupil or iris.

"Sorry it's not very...homey," Angelica said. "I, uh...don't really take people here. It's where I keep things. Where I retreat to when I want to be alone. Safe."

Now that Blaze was in the room, Lois was aware of how cold it was, how still the air was. Yet Angie herself was warm. Heat radiated from her body as she stepped forward, one hand raised to caress the reporter's cheek, to draw a finger down along Lois Lane's jaw.

"I...have some wine..." Angelica said. "Old wine. A vintage from Atlantis..."

It was odd to see the supremely confident dickgirl like this. In her place of power and safety, yet nervous as a virgin. Even though they had already fucked, Lois could almost feel the tremor of unease in those warm fingers. It was as though the reporter had poked her head into a turtle's shell.

Yet Lois was only more curious than before. She wanted to know more. Everything. And she knew how to get that...