Blaze Hits

Lois Lane's hands moved to the bottom of her shirt. She needed Blaze to hit. Needed the demon to grab for the brass ring. All she had to do was push the envelope...

"So warm in here." Lois lifted the shirt full over her head, letting her breasts hang free. "I hope you don't mind. After all, it is just us...girls."

Blaze swallowed. Tried to stare at her cards. Took a deep breath, and then said:

"Dealer hits."

Lois: (9♥) 5♦ 3♠

Blaze: (?) 8♥ 4♥

The topless reporter took a breath. Blaze was showing twelve. She hadn't gone bust, which meant it was anything between an ace and an eight. If it was low...she might be able to goad her into hitting again. Otherwise...

"Are we playing casino rules? Dealer has to hit on a soft sixteen?"

Blaze tore her gaze from Lois' stiff, pink nipples and sweet-shiny chest to stare the reporter in the eyes. They narrowed.

"What makes you say that?"

"You're showing twelve." Lois pointed out.

"Yes." Blaze admitted.

"Every chance you could have a four under there."

The demon regarded her cooly, and inside Lois almost smiled, but it never reached her face.

"We never discussed soft sixteens. Would be...wrong to change the rules now."

"So you're scared. Too scared. Well, that's fine. If you think you can win with what you've got, let's show our cards..." The reporter's hand touched her face-down card.

Blaze held up her hand. "No. We're not doing soft sixteens. But it's still my turn, and I will take another card."

Deft hands twisted, turned, and all four eyes watched it hit the table...a five of clubs. Exhaling slowly, Blaze turned over her face-down card—something she would only do if she had a natural or had gone bust.

But which was it? Lois felt her heart thunder, knowing the fate of her pussy rested on that one card.

Lois: (9♥) 5♦ 3♠

Blaze: (?) 8♥ 4♥ 5♣