Epilogue: Can I Ask About Your Relationship?

Taco Tuesday. Lois Lane licked her lips as she headed down to the loading dock where the food truck parked. Her stomach was growling, and waistline be damned she wanted to eat a burrito the size of her head...

...only to find herself bumping into a familiar slim young woman, coppery red hair mostly concealed beneath her floppy hat. Their eyes met, and the young woman's cheeks blushed in recognition.

"Hey Molly," the reporter said. "Buy you lunch?"

"S-sure..." the papergirl looked around. "Miss Lane, that would be great."

"I think you can call me Lois, Molly," the reporter chided her gently.

They went up to the food truck, Lois ordered for both of them. Minutes later they were sitting away from the rest of the crowd, their food and drinks balanced on stack of wooden pallets. The reporter ate her burrito hungrily, and Molly busied herself with red beans, rice, and barbecued chicken, washed down with cold colas and bottled water. Lois was dabbing at her face with a napkin when Molly broke the silence.

"Can I ask you about your relationship?"

Lois glanced around, but there was no one she knew within earshot.

"Sure," she said. The young woman was blushing furiously, no more trying to pretend to be the tough cookie in the flophouse.

"Do you...do that kind of thing often? With other women, I mean?"

The reporter swallowed. "We only did it that once. With you, I mean. I think Angie wanted...I don't know. She likes to push my limits, sometimes. Let's me see that there are...other possibilities, than what I might have considered. That I can do things I didn't think I could."

Which is how Lois came, for the first time, to talk with someone else about her relationship with Blaze. She loosened the scarf at her neck, to show Molly the collar she wore. Explained what it meant, how they played their roles...sub and dom. The trust such a relationship took, the way Angie had led her further and further along the path...and how Lois had learned things about herself, about what her body could do, her own tastes.

"My life has become so much richer, since I found her," Lois said. "I've done so many things I never dreamed of."

Molly nodded, eyes wide. Nineteen years old, street-tough, but still so new at life. Lois could remember what she was like at nineteen. Thinking she'd had the world figured out, and then swiftly finding out she didn't know even half of what she didn't know. Especially about sex.

"Did it work?" Molly said. She licked her lips. "I mean...the way she talked, she was trying to get you pregnant."

"Well..." Lois said with a smile. "I haven't had my period. It's too early to take a test, but we're hoping I took."

"Oh wow," the redhead said, the blush spreading to her ears. "That's...gosh."

Lois leaned forward. She dropped her voice down to a whisper. "You think that's hot?"

"Yeah haha, I guess that's kind of obvious," Molly said, unable to stifle nervous laughter.

"You think pregnant women are sexy?" Lois pressed.

Molly sucked in her breath before answering. "Yes."

"You know...Angie likes the occasional surprise," Lois said. "Maybe you're up for another job?"

"Tonight?" Lois nodded. The young woman licked her lips. "I'd like that."

Lois grinned. "Okay. I get off at five..."

They sorted out the details. Lois didn't dicker about the price; Molly looked like she could use a few meals. The reporter didn't ask about what had led her to the life, but she knew it was a hard job for the newsies, hauling papers all over the city. So she wasn't surprised to find the skinny young woman waiting for her as the reporter exited the Daily Planet building.

Which gave an hour before Blaze came home. Time enough for the two women to shower, clean themselves inside and out...and Lois gave the grateful young woman a diaphragm, which the reporter herself didn't need anymore. Hadn't needed for some months.

Angelica Blaze arrived to find a note on the kitchen table. Lifted her head, smelling perfume...hearing soft moans...

Brought home a surprise. I hope you like her.
Love,
Lois

Angie grinned as she doffed her shoes and socks, shirt and slacks. The moans were louder now...they would have heard the door close. Blaze dropped her boxers into the laundry hamper and strode into the bedroom naked, dick swinging...and her smile widened a little as she saw what was waiting for her.

Molly was tied to the bed, spread-eagled, soft cloth around wrist and ankle...but there was no gag, nothing around her neck. Lois was on her hands and knees, one finger rubbing at the young woman's cunny, sucking gently at one little pink nipple. The dickgirl leaned against the door, one hand moving down to stroke her cock.

Lois raised her head, a line of drool hanging from her lower lip.

"You like?"

"I like," Blaze said. She didn't move from the doorway. "Molly, isn't it?"

"Th-that's right," the redhead on the bed said.

Cock hard, the dickgirl wandered near the bed...but she sat on the side opposite of Lois, and her free hand reached down to squeeze and toy with the prostitute's breast.

"It's good to see you again, Molly," Angie said.

"Th-thanks for having me again," Molly **** a smile.

Lois leaned over. Blaze met her halfway, so that Molly could see them kiss, their lips meeting just above her, tongues swirling in each other's mouths. The reporter's hand never let up rubbing the young woman's pussy...and by the time they broke the kiss, the young woman was flushed and shuddering.

"Molly," Lois said, looking down at the young woman. "I have to admit something. I didn't bring you here for just another job. I brought you here for an interview."

"Huh?" Consternation showed on the bound woman's features.

"I think what Lois means," Blaze says, "is that we are very shortly going to be needing a good bit of help around the home. Since Lois is hopefully pregnant, and still wants to work full time. We were talking about how we needed someone to help with the housework...and help Lois...and maybe with the babies, when they come."

"You...want me to be your maid?"

"Nothing kinky. You'd get room, board, a paycheck, days off, health insurance..." Blaze said. "We can afford it."

"Of course, in this household, that means you might see...and hear...some things," Lois said, driving her finger deep into the young woman's muff. "Maybe take part, if you want. If you don't, that's fine. But it would get you off the street..."

Molly swallowed hard. "If...if I say yes...are you going to fuck me?"

Lois and Angelica looked at each other...and then they both turned and at the same time said "Yes!"

The redhead chewed her lip...then seemed to make a decision. "When can I start?"

The reporter slipped her finger out of the young woman's twat. Trailed the wet finger up the valley of her stomach, between her breasts.

"Tomorrow," Blaze said firmly. "For tonight...well, I think you should begin with Lois's submission slot."

"Is that an order, mistress?" Lois said.

"Absolutely."

So the Daily Planet's greatest reporter straddled Molly's face, pressing her hopefully-pregnant cunny down to the young woman's lips...while Angelica Blaze took a taste of their new live-in maid's pussy.

It occurred to Lois, as the hot young tongue slid eagerly into her dripping cunt, that Molly was about to find out first hand exactly what her relationship with Blaze was like.