End: Lois Lane Is Clever And Resourceful

Janice led Lois Lane to a kind of rec room. There were bean bags, a pair of couches, a refrigerator and microwave, a large flat-screen television and some sort of game system...and Lois recognized four of the women as the ones she had come to find. Three of them were playing some version of MarioKart, a fourth was smoking a vape pen, and the fifth was rubbing aloe int the ass of the sixth. All of them were dressed in the skimpy heroine or villain outfits, and all of them, the reporter noted, looked the worse for wear.

"Okay ladies," Lois said. She had a vague plan, but it required boldness and subtlety. "On your feet, we have a special customer with a group rate. Blaze wants us to meet them at the back door, and everybody had better be smiling."

There was a group groan. Lois slid her hand into her jacket, as if to scratch her boob, and carefully hit the speed dial on her phone. She hoped she had signal down there.

It said something about how ground down the women were that none of them even questioned Lois as she encouraged them to get up, even pulling the vaping whore onto her feet. The prostitute's eyes were dilated, on something stronger than just nicotine, and Lois grabbed her arm to guide her.

"Janice, lead the way," Lois said. "I'll take this one and bring up the rear."

More stairs. More corridors. The reporter was in a cold sweat as the gaggle of scantily-clad gals made their way past rooms with locked doors and little red lights, behind which moans and sometimes screams echoed. Lois tried to project confidence, ut the longer she was around the women, the mroe she could see signs of ****...bruises, needle tracks, scars. The costumes didn't hide everything.

Janice finally stopped at a nondescript door...but it was a steel door, a fire exit.

"So like, when is this customer supposed to get here?" One of the women asked. Lois was about to answer...and then she heard the click of heels.

"Out the door she said," and half-dragged the **** whore forward. "Come on, now! We're leaving!"

"But...what about Blaze?" Janice said. All of the women froze at the name, their eyes wide. Like deer in the headlights.

"Fuck Blaze!" Lois said fiercely. "I'm here to save you! Let's go, now!"

It took a moment for them to get the idea...and then the women rushed for the door. Lois saw that it opened up into an alley, heard the wail of police sirens, and just managed to push the **** prostitute outside...when a hand gripped her shoulder and yanked her back.

Lois fell on her ass in the corridor...and saw who had thrown her. Blaze was a head taller than Lois, and the dark horns that arched out from her forehead and the three-inch stiletto heels added to her perception of height. The skin was bright, shiny red, like fresh blood on parchment, and she was thin as a gazelle. A short pencil skirt showed off her long, lean legs, while the broad-shouldered jacket have a triangular window that showcased her modest bust. The dark, oily hair coiled halfway down her back.

Yet it was the eyes that held Lois Lane. Pure white eyes without pupil or iris, deeply set in dark, shadowed sockets.

"Ah, Lois. I wondered where you had gone."

The reporter rolled over onto all fours, and would have stood up—but in a burst of speed, the demon was there, and one steel-tipped heel pinned Lois Lane's right hand to the floor with a sickening crunch.

"Aaaagh!"

"Was that really your plan?" Blaze said as she leaned her weight against the foot. "Herd some of my girls into an alley and call the cops? I own the fucking cops! Those bitches will be back in here and getting their asses split open in minutes."

Lois coughed a laugh. SHe couldn't see Blaze's little frown. But she watched the reporter reach into her jacket. It was awkward, with her left hand, because Lois was right-handed. She pulled her smartphone out...and held it up so that Blaze could see.

The symbol of the Justice League lit up the screen.

The reporter didn't actually see moment the steel door was punched off its hinges and nearly decapitated Blaze. She just felt the moment of relief as the demon's weight was removed from her hand, and she was left staring at a three-inch heel that had penetrated straight through her hand. Blaze, and the door, crashed down the hallway. ...followed swiftly by a very familiar blue-and-red blur. Lois kept her head down as a group of costumed heroes swarmed in and over her...real heroes, not the half-dressed prostitutes Lois had gotten out.

It was Batman who bent down helped her up.

"Shouldn't you be...helping?" Lois said as he guided her out of the gaping hole were the door had been.

"The others have Blaze well in hand," the Dark Knight growled. "Flash is evacuating the civilians. We've liaised with the Metropolis Police Department..."

"Blaze owns the cops," Lois warned.

Batman gave a tight-lipped smile. "I find dirty cops don't stay bought very long after the person making the payoffs goes down. You saved a lot of people Lois...now let's get that hand looked at."

There were hours left in the night. Interviews, discussions with the police, phone calls with her editor. She ended up dictating tomorrow's headline as an EMT wrapped up her hand. A couple of Green Lanterns flew overhead, Blaze caught in a great emerald bubble, Superman, Wonder Woman, and Captain Marvel flying close by. Lois winced as she instinctively gave the demon the finger...

...and that was her night out. Lois went home exhausted, but content. She had done what she had gone out to do, and now it was time to rest...

Circe looked down at her pet as she lay, fully clothed on the bed. With a soft tsk, she pulled off the reporter's clothes. Green light snaked down beneath the bandages on her hand, knitting flesh and bone. When the reporter was fully beneath the covers, the sorceress reached down and kissed her forehead...and the green fire sank down beneath the skin, to weave herself into the **** reporter's dreams.

"Rest well, pet," Circe said with a smile. "You did well. And I will call on you, sooner than you think. Until then, dream of me...and let your lust grow."

Lois Lane moaned in her sleep...her nipples grew hard, and her pussy grew wet...as she relived part of the events of the night, as she would for many nights to come.