End: Just Water

"I'm surprised you're awake," the woman with the dark eyes and wild, unruly hair said as she cracked open a bottle of Perrier and poured it over ice for the reporter. Her movements were smooth, confident, and the little smile on her lips haunted Lois. "I figured you might sleep in, after last night."

"I don't remember much about last night," Lois said honestly, as she sipped the water.

"Oh? Did you want a reminder?"

The reporter blinked. The voice was friendly, but it hadn't been what she expected.

The woman brought out a laptop from behind the bar. Clicked at a few things, and then a video filled the screen...

Not a professional video. Security cam, or webcam maybe. Lois recognized the room she had woken up in. Recognized herself as she came in, staggering, obviously drunk. Completely shitfaced. Then the woman...

Lois was mid-sip when the dick came out. Nearly spit.

"I'm Angelica Blaze, by the way," the dickgirl said, as Lois watched, with growing levels of emotion, what she had done last night. "You said your name was Lois Lane."

The reporter swallowed. "Yes. I see we...got acquainted."

"Hmm, a few times."

Hungover as she was, the reporter noticed that the camera angle never changed, that neither she or Blaze ever looked at it. The reporter saw the length and thickness of the cock, and suddenly knew why her pussy was so sore, why her mouth tasted so nasty this morning. At least the water was helping with that.

"Did I...know this was being recorded?" Lois asked.

"I mentioned there was a camera. Your attention was on other things. There's audio too, if you want..."

Lois winced. "What I want is for you to delete that file."

"In exchange for what?"

The reporter tore her gaze away from the screen and looked at the dickgirl. The dark eyes flashed, that damn smile was still there. Like a cat toying with a mouse. Lois Lane's head hurt; she hadn't expected ****. If that sex tape got out...well, her career would tank, that was for certain. If Blaze posted it to a **** porn sight, then it would be impossible to get it removed...

"What do you want?" Lois said with a sigh, eyes turning back to the video. Even without the audio, she could see herself screaming as the cock plunged into her pussy. The reporter began to expect the worst, not sure what this would cost her.

"A proper date." Angelica Blaze said. The hungover reporter looked up. Her face must have registered her surprise, because the dickgirl laughed. "We barely exchanged names before we fucked last night. I'd like to get to know you. So how about it?"

A surge of relief ran through the reporter. Angelica was about as far from her "type" as possible, but if she deleted the evidence of last night's sexual escapades, it would be well worth it to humor her through a date.

"Okay, sure." Lois said, giving the best smile she could manage with her pounding head. "When?"

Blaze closed the laptop, hiding the image of Lois Lane in mid-orgasm, riding the dickgirl's cock for all she was worth. "Got any plans for today?"

"Noooo..." Lois said, honestly.

"You do now. C'mon, sweetmeat. I've got plans..."

Lois Lane finished her water and slid off the stool, amazed at the dickgirl's energy. The laptop with all of its incriminating footage disappeared under the counter, and with boundless enthusiasm, Angelica Blaze came out from behind the bar and grabbed the reporter by the arm, half pulling her toward the door.

Lois Lane's night out was over...but her day out was just beginning.