Chapter 18 by Zeebop

Who Answers Her Questions?

Blaze Has The Answers

"I can answer your questions."

Lois spun around. Standing between her and the dumb waiter was a woman in a tight-fitting black dress that hugged every curve. In a moment the reporter took in her olive skin, shoulder-length black curly hair, a skull like the bust of Nerfertiti, a half-smile straight from the Mona Lisa...and pure white eyes, with no iris.

How? Lois asked herself. There's no way she could get behind me! Not unless there's a secret door, or...

"Angelica Blaze," she said, extending a hand. Lois reached out to shake it, and then yelped as a spark leaped between them the moment before their fingers touched. The reporter yanked her hand back instinctively.

"What is going on here?" Lois said, trying to get back on top of the situation.

"What do you think is going on here?" The mystery woman said, taking a step closer. Lois stood her ground.

"You're milking these...women," The reporter said. "You're feeding it into the cocktails upstairs. Some of the women who drank them are down here, working for you now...and..." she took a deep breath. "...they appear to have grown penises."

Blaze brought her hands together in front of her in a silent clap.

"Very good, Lois," the smile widened a little. "You only forgot one thing."

"What's that?" The reporter took a step back. The room seemed to be swimming and she shook her head to clear it, but that only made it worse. There was a heat building in her body, especially between her legs.

Lois Lane felt herself falling forward, legs suddenly limp. Angelica Blaze was there to catch her, arms slipping under the reporter's, the Lois' head against Blaze's breast.

Unable to move, darkness closing in as her eyes fluttered, Lois could still feel the woman brush the reporter's hair away from her ear, the lips descend to whisper.

"You drank my cum too."

And for a while, Lois knew nothing more.