Blaze Rewrites Lois Lane's Past

What is a person, except the sum of their experiences, the decisions they have made? In an instant, the course of Lois Lane's life changed...and the reporter was sent tumbling through a cascade of memories as her life shifted.

She had gotten her first job as a cub reporter—and all it had cost her was her self-respect, and the occasional sexual favor for her boss. Lois Lane didn't feel that different, but something fundamental had changed inside of her. Having made the choice once, it became easier to make that decision again.

Like her first major interview, with an up-and-coming senator. Alone in his office, sitting next to him on a loveseat, a tape recorder in her hand. Lois needed him on the record for the piece she was writing. She remembered his easy smile, those perfect teeth, the brown eyes that kept looking her up and down. The way his hand kept stealing onto her knee...and then, just as before, the hand slid upwards, under her skirt.

Instinctively, Lois moved to remove his hand...and then something stopped her. A voice that shook through her mind and soul.

Smile and take it, like a good whore, it said.

Unable to resist that voice, Lois had not moved. She kept asking questions, maintaining eye contact. In her mind, she justified it. Just a touch. Lois had done worse to get what she wanted.

Emboldened, the senator had let his hand slip up further. A warm blush came to the reporter's cheeks. She kept asking questions, kept him talking, but his attention had wavered. When his fingers touched her panties, he became less guarded...and Lois had spread her legs, just a fraction, to give him better access.

Now his eyes were down toward her crotch. Fingers rubbed at the warm, soft mound through her panties. Lois could feel herself begin to get wet, saw the stiff tent in his pants. He stumbled in his reply, made an admission he shouldn't have...eyes widened in sudden panic as he realized how he had mispoken...and Lois licked her lips, stared into his eyes.

"You know, Senator," she found the words came so easy to her. "If you were willing to go on the record with that, I'd be very grateful..."

She kept the recorder on, as he pushed her skirt aside. The hot stiffness pushed inside of her, and Lois kept asking him questions, kept recording. The moans, the wet slapping sounds of flesh on flesh, could be edited out later. They would both get what they wanted...

A fair trade, Lois Lane thought, reliving the moment. It wasn't the first time, after all. It didn't even hurt. He couldn't exactly admit he fucked me, either. I was just playing it smart...

It was not a thought that Lois Lane would have had...but every compromise of her ethics made it easier to justify more compromises, easier to take that next step that would lead her, inexorably, down the path of the oldest profession.

Until she reached the point of no return.