Blaze Tries To Get Lois To Sample The Product, But The Reporter Refuses

Butterflies fluttered in the reporter's stomach as Tyrell took her across the dance floor to the elevator. Lois but the insides of her cheeks, even as she clung to his arm. Doing her best to focus despite the **** and the lingering bitterness of the black man's cum in her mouth, the itch in her pussy.

Game face on, Lane, Lois told herself as the doors to the freight elevator clanged shut. You need to be sharp, focused.

As the elevator lifted, Lois straightened up and took several deep breaths to clear her head. She closed her eyes and tried to picture herself as the person she was supposed to present to the world: a buyer for an exotic ****. Someone that represented bigger interests. The reporter only had a couple of hundred dollars on her, but she just wanted a sample. Something she could take away as evidence of what was going on.

The brief meditation helped. She could still feel the giddiness from the ****, but when the elevator stopped, and Lois Lane opened her eyes, they were the eyes of a woman in complete control.

The loft was decorated as a kind of office-cum-Halloween store. Lois saw that the ancient wooden floorboards had been polished, but there were chalk-marks of magic circles drawn on them, stubs of candles. More candles, black and dribbling, were placed all along a ledge of the wall at breast height. As Lois stepped off the elevator, she noticed to her left was a small black marble altar, topped with an ancient-looking brass bowl with an actual human skull in it, surrounded by what she took to be offerings: bundles of cash, small white baggies, scattered pills. To her right, a black couch with elaborately carved wooden feet, armrests like skulls and vertebrae, and a backpanel carved to resemble a bat with outspread wings, surmounted by a goat's skull.

Right in front of Lois was a mammoth oak desk, wide and long enough that Lois could easily imagine some druid stretching out a virgin across it, preparing to cut out her heart and offer it to some pagan god...but there was no virgin. A slim black laptop, an overflowing ashtray, some kind of old silver chalice, a dagger...and behind it all, rising to meet her, a woman.

Tall, chic, and elegant were the first words that came to Lois Lane's mind...but the bones were too sharp on that spare, lanky frame, the mouth and eyes too wide. Black bangs hung over a wide forehead, and there was something subtly disconcerting about the shape of the skull, slightly hidden by the mane of oily dark hair that was held in a severe bun. The woman's complexion was ruddy in the candlelight, but she wore a simple business suit...not a dress: dark slacks, short heels, a light black jacket and a black shirt with three buttons undone, but no cleavage to speak of. There was something almost androgynous about the appearance...feminine and yet...there was something...

The reporter's nose twitched, as if to tell her brain something. Then Tyrell spoke.

"Miss Blaze. This is...she wants to buy." He said, lamely.

One dark eyebrow arched in Blaze's face.

"There are dealers downstairs," she said, the black lipstick was dark and perfect, but behind them Lois could see the cainine teeth were a little too long, too prominent.

"I'm not interested in retail," Lois said, with as much calm and confidence as she could project. "I like to know who I'm dealing with."

Blaze cocked her head to the side. Her mouth turned into the slightest of bows, a Mona Lisa smile. She reached an arm across the desk.

"Angelica."

Lois took the hand...and almost gasped as an electric spark hit her. The palm was strong, hot, but dry. She held the reporter's hand but briefly, and the reporter blurted out "Lois," before Blaze let it go.

"So. You want to try some? I have a pill right here." Blaze flicked her fingers and like magic, a small plastic envelope with two pink pills appeared in her hand.

"I'm not here to get high—or stupid," Lois said. "I represent certain...wholesalers...in Metropolis who have heard of your product. If everything that we've been told is true, we'd like to enter an agreement for distribution. So for now, I'd just like to buy a sample to take with me. How much?"

Blaze eyed her...and for the first time Lois noticed those eyes were pure white, without pupil or iris. That could have been some special contacts, but...something told the reporter that wasn't it. That was when she knew she was dealing with a metahuman...maybe even a supervillain.

"Well...for you..." Blaze said.