End: This Might Be The Start of a Beautiful—If Expensive—Relationship

They broke off the action for a moment. Angelica had to pee. Lois had to think. She lay on her back on the bed, and stuffed a pillow under her ass to raise her hips up. The reporter had heard of women who did that when they were trying to get pregnant...and if she was... Except that wasn't the only thing she was thinking about.

Ever since Superman had come into her life, Lois Lane had been...waiting. On hold. She had pursued the relationship, at least as far as she could, but even now she didn't know if he really reciprocated her feelings. Did she really want to wait forever for him to finally decide they were meant to be together? What if he never did? Lois was over thirty now. If she wanted kids, she should start having them soon. Now.

So why not do that with someone she felt a connection with? Sure, she'd just met Angelica Blaze, but the dickgirl was straightforward in what she offered...healthy...a magnificent lover...and it was all a business relationship. No strings attached. Hadn't Blaze said as much? Why shouldn't Lois Lane get pregnant, if she chose to?

The toilet flushed. Angelica sauntered out of the bathroom, the dick hanging between her legs. She sat down next to Lois, and reached over to lay a hand on her flat stomach, right below the navel. The reporter could almost feel the muscles twitch beneath her palm.

"I hope it takes for you," Blaze said.

"If it doesn't, I guess I'll have to hire you again."

The dickgirl turned to Lois and flashed that Mona Lisa smile, like she knew something the reporter didn't.

"I'm serious," Lois Lane said. "I want to hire you to put a baby in me. Whatever it takes."

Angelica cocked her head to the side. "That could get...expensive."

"I don't suppose you offer discounts for...frequent customers?"

"Hmm," Blaze let her hand slide lower. "That assumes that I don't do the job tonight. You know sometimes conception can take as little as thirty minutes."

"That might still leave...regular servicing," the reporter countered. "Pregnant women have needs, you know."

"Hmm-hmm," the dickgirl's hand slid over the reporter's pussy. "I suppose I could offer a volume discount...just as long as you understand that this is strictly a business relationship. Not a romance."

"Of course," Lois moaned as the fingers slipped into her spunk-filled slit.

"Good," Blaze said. "Now...boss..."

The reporter's heart leaped a little when she heard that.

"I think we've got time for another round before dawn..."

Lois Lane reached out and stroked the dickgirl's lower back. Watched the escort's spine stiffen...and imagined other things were stiffening too. Laying there, hips up, those fingers sliding slowly in and out of her snatch, the reporter found her eyes go back to that fertility idol. The thing that had started this all.

Sudden urgency filled the reporter. Her last period was two weeks ago...she should be right in the middle of her cycle. If she did want to get pregnant, this was the perfect time to do it.

"Do you have any other clients scheduled for tomorrow?" Lois asked.

"No..."

"Then let me get the whole day."

Angelica slid her fingers out of the reporter's twat, and turned to face her. "You're serious?"

The reporter felt her heart pound harder than when Blaze had been balling her. She was really doing this. Trying to get pregnant. Not just fucking around, but...paying someone to fuck a baby into her. Lois was almost giddy, shaking with excitement and insecurity inside while still doing her best to look calm and controlled.

"Absolutely."

There was a bit of business then...they used their smartphones to transfer the funds. The whole transaction only took a couple minutes...and by then, Angelica Blaze's cock was rigid as a bar of steel. The Mona Lisa smile grew a little more relaxed and natural as she walked up to Lois, her hands on the reporter's knees, the shadow of her cock falling over the reporter's cunny.

"Well...you've bought my dick for another twenty-four hours," the dickgirl licked her lips. "Let's hope you get your money's worth."

"Oh...I will," Lois Lane said as the head of the cock slowly pushed its way into her tunnel. All thought of the missing women, the club, Superman, of everything except this right here were gone from the reporter's mind. It was as though her biological clock had hit the morning alarm, and she heard it loud and clear.

As dawn broke over Metropolis, and Lois Lane had her legs wrapped around her chosen whore, she moaned like a bitch in heat. Her night out was over...but her day in was just beginning.