End: They Were Offered A Deal

When this night began, Lois Lane never imagined that she would be licking a man's ass while Lana Lang helped her find the answers to the question of the missing women...yet, somehow, here she was, running her tongue around that little pucker as she spread the hairless cheeks with both hands. The reporter took some consolation in the fact that at least the old woman had been right when she said his ass was meticulously clean...and Lois hoped that meant the old woman had been telling the truth about the rest.

"The women you seek," the white-eyed old woman said. "Sought things themselves. Each was trapped in a life where they were unable to fulfill their desires. To love and be loved for who they were. Tonya Wong, the Asian woman—transgender. She could never tell her parents, take hormones, undergo surgery. They would never have let her. The others met similar obstacles in their lives..."

A small pink tongue slid out of puckered lips in the pinched face, and a shiver went down Lana Lang's spine as the wet slurps from Lois Lane grew louder. From the other side of the wall, the man moaned...and the redhead knew that Lois must be actually penetrating him with her tongue now.

"Go on," Lana said.

"Imagine you met someone...someone who could give you anything you wished, for a price." The old woman said.

"Like a genie?" The redhead wrinkled her nose. "Or a devil? A monkey's paw?"

"Call it what you will. We live in a world of strange things...spacemen, aliens, magic, demigods. The women came down here, and found what they were looking for...or perhaps, it found them. Who can say? In this place, many people come seeking much more mundane desires. Each paid their price, and received what they wished."

"What was the price?" Lana asked, staring intently at the woman. Despite the pure white eyes, the redhead had the unnerving feeling that the old woman could see just fine.

The woman's voice dropped to a low whisper and she leaned in. Lana, getting the vibe, leaned in as well, struggling to catch the words that Lois couldn't hear.

"It is different for each. What price would you put on your lover's heart?" The old woman whispered.

Lana blinked. "What? I..."

"I have seen how you look at her. You wish for her to return your affections? To be yours alone?" The white eyes seemed to see right through Lana, as though she was transparent.

The redhead struggled for a moment, not sure how to respond...torn with a sudden wave of longing. For a moment, she was tempted...and then she said.

"If I want to win Lois Lane's heart, I'll do it myself," Lana whispered fiercely...and the old woman let out a cackle that made the redhead flinch.

"A true answer! I suppose that is worth something..." The old woman said, and then whispered quickly but quietly, the exasperated Lana struggling to memorize everything.

A minute later, Lana tapped Lois on the shoulder and pulled the reporter away from the well-lubed asshole in the wall. The old woman cackled as they walked swiftly away.

"What happened? What did she tell you?" Lois asked.

"She gave me the new names and addresses of the missing people," Lana said. "If I can remember it all. Apparently they made some kind of deal with a...metahuman. Proving they are who they were might be tricky."

Lois grinned. "A metahuman angle and you got the goods? Have I ever told you you're gorgeous?"

Lana licked her lips. "I could stand to hear it more often. But you owe me...say a nice, intimate candlelit dinner at your place?"

The reporter's grin faltered for a moment. "I can't cook."

Plucking up her courage, Lana slid one hand down to cup the reporter's ass through her tight red pants.

"Well, if you haven't filled up on ass, I could serve you some pussy...if you're still hungry, that is."

The redhead's heart leaped into her throat as she made the pass. Even with their playing earlier, it felt weird to be this forthright about....lesbianism.

Lois Lane's answer was to slide her own hand to grab Lana's ass in turn.

"I could eat," the reporter said, nonchalantly.

Down below, the old woman cackled....and then let the glamour fade, to stand revealed in her demon form. Though neither woman knew it, they had already made a deal and paid a price...and now their desires would be fulfilled, and the course of their lives irrevocably altered. All because of Lois Lane's night out.