Change The Subject

"I have to admit," Lois said, putting her empty wine glass down. "I didn't come here looking for...companionship. I'm actually here on assignment. You see, four women have gone missing lately..."

Angelica Blaze listened, pouring herself a bit more wine, and carefully ignoring the coming-and-going of the topless waitresses as they did the work of the bar. She sipped it patiently as Lois finished.

"...do you know anything about that?" The reporter asked.

"Yes," Blaze said, after she had finished the wine.

"And...?" Lois prodded.

"They were drawn here. Like you. But they didn't...fit, exactly. They wanted something else. Someone else."

"You fucked them," Lois said, her eyes going wide.

Blaze frowned. "Yes. All of them were hung up in their own relationships. People they wanted to be with, that didn't want to be with them, that kind of thing. I...helped them with that. For a price." She paused. "It's what I do."

Lois sat back, suddenly feeling a bit queasy. "How did you help them?"

The dickgirl sighed. "Lust charms. Enchantments. Destiny entanglements. They're currently on a cruise of the Gulf of Mexico, probably banging their little brains out with their beaus. Oh, you can get clever and creative with the wording of these things, but in the long run its all about economy of operations. A satisfied customer is much easier to deal with, and the price is the same."

"What price?" Lois pressed.

"Their souls, of course," Angelica Blaze stared the reporter directly in the eye. "When they die. I am a demon, darling."

The pit seemed to fall out of Lois Lane's stomach, pieces clicking into place. Her thought immediately went to the splooge in her belly.

"Did I..."

"We are not contracted," Angelica told her. "You owe me nothing."

Lois rubbed her belly. "So this is a freebie?"

"Maybe," Blaze leaned forward, laying her hand on top of Lois Lane's. "Biology is a matter of chances, really. Not every sexual act results in pregnancy, and even when it does, not right away. Just because you've been inseminated doesn't mean you've conceived...yet."

Lois took a breath, fighting down her sudden terror. "But you want that, don't you?"

"The question," the dickgirl said, staring into the reporter's eyes. "Is do you?"