End: Lois Goes Out There And Gets Fucked

Lois Lane stared at the door. Angelica Blaze's words sunk into her brain, and even through the slight buzz of the bimbo ****, they struck the reporter as true. This was her choice to make. She could continue with her plan, and go out there and try to get information on the missing women and maybe star in a lesbian porn movie or she could...what?

Retreat?

Back out?

Leave the club, and all this behind her as a bad memory? To live with the fact that she had been too scared to fuck, too scared of addiction to tempt fate further? Did she really want to believe what Blaze had said to her?

Strange needs and emotions warred inside Lois Lane. She felt as if she was being torn apart...and then, a strange determination gelled inside of her.

"I'm not going to let my life be dominated by fear," she said. The reporter gave Angelica the finger. "I'm not going to be a bimbo slut for your enjoyment, and I'm not going to run out of here like a scared little girl. I'm a grown woman and I can have a lesbian orgy on film whenever I fucking please. If you don't like it, you can sit down and rotate."

Having said this, Lois Lane marched past Angelica Blaze...out into the glare of the studio lights, the cameras ready to roll, the inflated plastic mattress and the kiddie pool of Canola oil, and the four very recognizable women who sprawled, nude, awaiting the star of the show.

It was the four women that Lois Lane had come to find. She recognized them from their social media profiles. Diana Reynolds and Tonya Wong, Jenny Dunlap and Mara de la Cruz. Lois Lane gave them her best sultry smile and shook her swollen titties.

It was time to get fucked.

In the dressing room, Blaze stooped down and picked up the reporter's panties. She brought them to her face, to breathe in Lois Lane's smell. The demon smiled. Reverse psychology was one of her favorite weapons. As the director shouted ACTION, four women dragged the soon-to-be-bimbo into the kiddie pool. Lois Lane would soon find slick fingers slide into her pussy and ass, cunts rubbed against her face...and oh, that was only the beginning.

Yes, Lois Lane would get her interviews, and her story. Yet the hunger, the addiction, would remain. Blaze slid small cellophaned bimbo pills into the reporter's pockets, to be discovered later. Each one would send the reporter's intelligence plummeting for a while...her tits would balloon...and the reporter would enjoy her bimbo time. The demon had seen it happen before. All she had to do was feed that addiction, and everything she had said would come to pass.

It gave Blaze a warm, tingling sensation to plot the downfall of a goody-two-shoes like the Daily Planet's greatest reporter.

Lois Lane, oblivious to all this, squirmed as four women oiled her body with their tits. Hands grasped and slid along her body, hot mouths kissed her skin...and Lois kissed them back. The **** burned within her now, and Lois had no thought to the consequences of her decision, of any of the decisions she had made on her night out. In her mind, she had won...but the struggle against the addictive **** had only begun.

"Be all the bimbo you can be," Blaze whispered.