Business Before Pleasure

"I hate to ruin the mood," Lois Lane felt a blush creep across her cheeks. "But I have a couple questions."

Angelica Blaze sighed, her cheek against the reporter's naked stomach. One finger traced along her labia.

"Having second thoughts?" Angelica asked.

"No," Lois replied firmly. "I'm still...eager to begin. But I need to know."

There was a sigh that might have been the wind over the dunes on a moonlit night.

"You can ask," the shemale said.

"Some women have gone missing. Last seen in your club." Lois gave their names.

"A month in Cancun. We had a wet t-shirt contest. They won." The finger slipped down, to the sensitive patch of skin between pussy and asshole, and slid up the other side. "I can give you the details...after."

"Okay," Lois swallowed, trying to keep her thighs from shivering. "And...you know who I am." It wasn't a question, but it demanded an answer.

"Yes."

The word hung in the air, the finger tracing its way back up the other side of Lois' pussy, inching toward her clit.

"Will you tell me who you are?" Lois asked, not able to stop her thighs from shaking as Blaze's fingers pinched the hood of her clit.

"After." The shemale promised, her hot breath blowing against the folds of the woman's pussy. "I promise."

Angelica Blaze sealed the promise with a kiss, pressing her lips against the reporter's slit.