End: Max Out Jimmy's Card

One of the ladies was packing something extra—she was Asian, with dark hair cut in bangs to frame her face, with rabbit ears and a little cottontail, but taller and more rawboned than Jimmy Olsen. The shock collar didn't quite hide the adam's apple, nor the nipple pasties the faint pink scars beneath her breasts where the implants had gone in. The panties were smooth...a nice tuck job...but Lois knew what she was packing.

The price on her face would just max out Jimmy's card, with a tip. Lois smiled and waved the square of plastic toward her.

"Hi. Are you available?" Lois reached out and grabbed Jimmy's knee with her free hand. "My girlfriend here has been wanting a...new experience."

Jimmy gulped, paled beneath his makeup. The bunny-waitress's eyes flicked from him to the card and back again. She smiled, showing slightly buck teeth.

"What about you?" the waitress asked, meeting Lois Lane's eyes. The reporter returned the stare.

"I want to watch...and give instructions," Lois said.

Buck teeth pressed against the lower lip, a moment of hesitation...but only a moment.

"Sure."

She said her name was Usagi. Lois could tell it wasn't, but it was a polite fiction.

There was a credit slot in the small bedroom. It reminded Lois of when she had done a piece on Japanese love hotels. Everything was a soft shade of pink, and nearly every surface was plastic or vinyl, easy to wash and clean. No cloth or carpet to soak up odors or fluids. There was a shower, a toilet, and a bidet; a minibar that included a selection of scented and flavored lubes and individually-wrapped sex toys.

No cameras, but as their "date" got undressed, Lois noticed that the shock collar and ankle monitor didn't come off. The toilet flushed for the third time as Jimmy came out of the bathroom, having taken advantage of the facilities to clean himself out and get him prepped back there.

"Have you been doing this long?" Lois asked, as Usagi swallowed a small blue pill and washed it down with a sip of water. Hormone therapy, Lois knew, could make it difficult for transwomen to get hard, normally. But as the naked woman began to stroke her cock, the shaven balls looking so small, she knew that Jimmy was going to get it long and hard.

Which was fine. Lois was paying for Usagi's time.

"A few weeks," Usagi said, as Jimmy, no longer wearing pants, sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Can you talk freely about it?" Lois asked. Their eyes met. There was a guarded nod.

"Jimmy, get on your hands and knees. You'll need to be prepped first," Lois said, grabbing a bottle of flavored lube from the minibar.

"I can do that," Usagi said, still stroking herself hard as Lois cracked open the bottle and poured a dollop of pink gel between Jimmy's ass cheeks. The reporter smiled as she rubbed the pink goo against Jimmy's little pucker, letting the strawberry smell overpower all other odors.

"Yes...but I need you to answer a few of my questions. There'll be a bonus in it for you," the reporter added.

Which is how, slowly and haltingly, the story came out. How Usagi had been drinking in the club upstairs when a woman named Blaze had taken an interest in her. She said she could offer Usagi her heart's desire...a seamless transition. All Usagi would have to do was earn it.

"The others here, it's the same thing. Promises. She strings us along. I was drunk when I agreed, and once I was here, I was trapped...but..." Usagi said, still shuffling her fingers along her now-stiff prick as she saw Lois press her fingers against Jimmy's pucker, two digits sliding in and out easily, his limp prick already starting to leak. "...I still want it. What she promised me, I mean."

Jimmy groaned as Lois pulled at his sissy hole. Usagi stepped forward, pressing her cock against the opening, sliding it over Lois Lane's fingers. Lois waited until the shriveled balls brushed her knuckles before she pulled her fingers out, wiping the lube off on Jimmy Olsen's quivering thigh.

"You think this Blaze can actually do what she promised?" Lois said. "It sounds like magic."

"It is," a voice interrupted.

Lois twisted about. Jimmy moaned as Usagi's cock slid deep inside his ass.

A figure stood at the door. Tall, lithe to the point of emaciation, dark horns curled toward the ceiling, skin the color of fresh blood on parchment, eyes that were pure white without pupil or iris set in deep, shadowed sockets. She wore a kind of orange sarong, held together by a belt of leering demonic faces, her small breasts barely contained by swashes of orange cloth that plunged in a V down her torso.

"Sorry to interrupt," Blaze said. "But sadly, you are too good at your job, Lois. I hadn't imagined you would get quite this far. Usagi, don't stop. You're not in trouble."

The Asian transwoman's hips continued to move. Jimmy Olsen, on his hands and knees, gasped and grabbed the sheets, every fiber of his being focused on the long, thin cock sliding in and out of his asshole.

"Who are you?" Lois Lane said. "Why are you doing this? How dare you keep these women prisoner!"

The reporter was on her feet, hands balled into fists. Her entire demeanor had shifted now, ready for a fight...but Blaze only met the reporter's indignance with a mocking half-smile.

"Humans are so...mercurial. They make a deal, and then want to renege. They will all go free...when they have fulfilled the terms of their bargain. Your little contribution to Usagi's transition will go quite a long way," the crimson fiend said. "But you and your little 'girlfriend' have discovered a bit too much."

Lois Lane's left hook slammed into a crimson cheek...and rebounded as if the reporter had struck a solid wall.

"Nice form," Blaze said. Now...the demon extended her hand, and black sparks shot out toward the foreheads of Lois Lane and Jimmy Olsen. The two figures froze, shivered and shook, eyes rolling back in their head....and...

Lois Lane blinked, suddenly confused...and then a hand squeezed her own. She looked over to see Jimmy's face buried into a pillow. Usagi was sweating and moaning, pounding away at the ginger's ass as hard and fast as she could, and Jimmy's little dick was leaking like crazy, the limp sissy prick leaking like crazy inside its tiny plastic cage. Lois couldn't remember putting the chastity cage on him, but she had to admit it was a good look.

Her hands resumed their furious frenzied masturbation. Seeing him take that cock turned her on so much, she couldn't stop...nor did she, until with a final deep-seated groan Usagi arched her back, thrusting forward with such might that JImmy was driven forward a couple inches across the bed, like a plow through a field...and LOis shrieked, toes curling, as she iamgined that sperm being swallowed by his red raw sissy ass.

When they shuffled out of the club that evening, Lois had to half-carry Jimmy, who was swooning, legs shaky, sperm dripping down from his aching asshole. Parts of the night were a blur...and with a bit of disappointment, Lois realized she hadn't found the information she had been looking for. Yet she and Jimmy Olsen had forged a bond tonight...a new relationship that she hoped to explore further.

"Miss Lane..." he said weakly. "How was...your night out?"

She reached down and gave her "girlfriend" a squeeze. "I had a lot of fun, Jimmy. You take it well. I think maybe you should wear that cage to work..."

They left, out into the night. Not even exploring the blanks in their memory, where Blaze had excised portions of the night with surgical precision. The demon chuckled to herself, pleased at the outcome...and already planning for when, inevitably, Lois Lane's curiosity would draw her back here.