Blaze

The devil wore the shape of a woman, in a trench coat, a large floppy hat slung down over one eye. It did little to hide her red skin, or the length of black curls that ran down to the middle of her back, but that one, pupiless glowing eye stared into and through Lois, and the smile sent a shiver down her spine.

"Hello Lois," she said, with just the trace of an accent. Something Mediterranean, or possibly Middle Eastern. "I had hoped to meet you in the club tonight, but this is more...intimate."

Lois clutched her middle, although, she realized, the pain had stopped.

"Won't you invite me in?"

"Do I have to?" Lois found her voice.

"No, darling. Everything this evening...from going to that club, to drinking those cocktails, to stealing that bottle and cramming it up your hot little hole...that's all been you. Slam the door now, and I'll walk away and leave you to your rough night." The smile grew wider, and Lois noticed she wasn't wearing any lipstick. Just bright red lips, a shade redder than her skin. "But then, you'll never find out what happened to those girls. Or what's happening to you."

"You promise if I let you in, I'll get answers?"

"My word is my bond." Blaze winked.

Lois' jaw set, just like her father did. She stood up, no longer holding her stomach. "Alright. We have a deal. Come on in."

The demoness stepped through the portal, and Lois closed the door behind her. The reporter turned around...to see Blaze let the trenchcoat and hat fall to the floor. Scarlet skin stood out start against the beige carpet and plain white walls, but Lois' eyes were drawn to the soft curve of her full buttocks, and the shadow that hung between her legs.

"A deal's a deal," Blaze said, looking over her shoulder coquettishly. "What would you know?"