Epilogue: Life/Work Balance

There was a constant hum at the Daily Planet offices. The chitter-chatter of coworkers, the rapid-fire tip-tap-typing of keyboards, the vruum of the copier, the deep rumble of the printers in the basement all came together into a low-level symphony that set the pace of Lois Lane's working day. While she could write anywhere, Lois appreciated the busy industry of the office environment, and she could often sense a disturbance by the shift in noise before...

A finger tapped on Lois Lane's shoulder. The reporter turned around...and stared face-first into a familiar bulge in a pair of black jeans. Lois looked up at Angelica, standing there in a vintage black leather biker jacket over a frayed Slayer T-shirt.

"Hey," the dickgirl said.

"Hey yourself," Lois said, scooting her chair back and standing. "What are you doing here?"

People in the office were staring. Lois could hear the shift in the ambient noise in the room. This was how rumors got started...

"Though I'd take you to lunch. My treat," Angelica Blaze said.

"Oh...okay," Lois said awkwardly. She could feel the eyes on her. "Just...give me a minute to finish up what I'm doing."

"Of course," Angelica said, and leaned with her back against the wall as the office drones moved past her.

Lois Lane was slightly rattled as she put the finishing touches on her article and hit send. She gathered her purse and stood back up. Blaze straightened herself off the wall and, hand in jacket, crooked her elbow.

The reporter hesitated—and the dickgirl noticed. With a slight tilt of her head, she brought her elbow back in line. The two walked side-by-side out of the office, away from prying eyes and ears. They were in the elevator, alone, before Angelica spoke again.

"Are you embarrassed, sweetmeat?" Blaze said. "About our relationship."

"No, of course not," Lois said, although she noted to herself that they hadn't ever really defined their relationship. They had been on three dates in as many weeks since her night out, and each one had ended with Lois bent over and fucked harder than she had been in years. The lovemaking was passionate but...what did that make them? Girlfriends? Fuckbuddies? There were times when Angelica was very open about her life and feelings, and other times when she was a closed book.

"But you don't want the people in the office to know," Angelica said.

"Maybe I like to keep you all to myself," Lois teased...and then swallowed and addressed the elephant in the room. "At least, until we figure out what kind of relationship this is. I still know hardly anything about you. We go out to dinner, the movies, we fuck...and I'm lucky I haven't caught a bullet yet, despite your best and most strenuous efforts. What am I to you, Angie?"

The dickgirl met her gaze. Angelica's eyes were very dark, as near to black as any eyes Lois had ever seen.

"You're a challenge, sweetmeat. You...**** me to think of things in ways I haven't. Do things I wouldn't normally do." Angelica said. She turned and closed in on Lois. The reporter didn't withdraw...but the dickgirl pushed into her personal space. The bulge of her crotch rubbed against Lois Lane's side, the arms came up to trap Lois in a corner of the elevator. "And, of course, the sweetest of prizes. Why don't we go into a restroom and I'll eat your pussy and ass?"

Instantly, Lois Lane felt her cheeks burn.

"I'm at work!" Lois said. "If someone sees us...hears us..."

"We're not on your floor. We'll use the family restroom and lock the door," the dickgirl said. She smiled a little wider. "I'm not afraid to be caught showing my girlfriend a little affection..."

That was the challenge. and it was how Lois Lane found herself, a few minutes later, gripping the edges of the sink as Angie unzipped the reporter's skirt and pulled it down. The reporter felt bizarrely glad that today was laundry day, and she was wearing the sexy pink satin panties instead of her everyday cotton underpants. The dickgirl, for her part, was already on her knees, planting a wet kiss against the reporter's ass as she pulled the panties down around her thighs.

"Hmm...somebody's already a little wet," Angelica purred, her fingers rubbing the reporter's slit. Lois saw in the mirror as the flush spread across the bridge of her nose. Normally Lois shaved for her dates, but the next date-night wasn't until the end of the week, so her labia was covered with stubble...not that Blaze seemed to care.

Lois gave a soft sight as she felt her lover's tongue stroke her slit. A long, lazy lick, the tip of the tongue just finding the clit, running over the taint, and then swirling around her asshole. Before Blaze, Lois would never have thought she'd be so comfortable with having someone lick her ass...play with it...fuck it. That first night out had opened her up to so many things...

The reporter stared into her violet eyes in the mirror as Blaze got to work. She had been shocked when Angelica had just shown up, out of the blue. Anxious to be seen with her. For people to think she was...with a woman. Gay. Her guts seemed to knot themselves up as she felt guilt for that. Angelica didn't have any problems with her sexuality, or expressing herself...for all that she kept other things so bottled up.

Slowly, steadily, the unease in the reporter's guts unwound. Angelica's tongue was a steady, tireless worker. The heat built up in Lois Lane's body, and she **** herself to relax...to lean against her lover's face...to let the anticipation build, to pant a little, to let the soft moans out. No one would hear them, no one would interrupt. They were in their own little world and...

"Fuck me," Lois said, her legs shaking, a dribble running down her inner thigh. "Please, just...Angie, fuck, I need it..."

Angelica stood up. Lois never even heard her lose the pants. She felt the hot, hard cock slide into her pussy—and then a spit-slick thumb rub against her asshole. The reporter moaned louder, unable to resist. Her hands held a white-knuckle grip on the edges of the sink as Blaze pushed in and out with long, slow, sure strokes, her thumb teasing the reporter's ass...the dickgirl's other hand on her own hip, pushing in with more ****.

Blaze pounded fast and hard for a moment...and Lois groaned as her climax overtook her, every muscle in her body seemed to convulse in one moment that left Lois light-headed, the pistoning prick never stopping its swift strokes.

"Tell me," Blaze said, staring at Lois in the mirror. "Tell me I'm your girlfriend."

"You're...you're my girlfriend!" Lois panted, knees weak now, holding onto the sink for support as the cock slammed into her. The reporter gasped as the thumb sank into her ass, the tight rink of muscle clamping around the intruder, making Lois' pussy even tighter.

"Where does my girlfriend want me to cum?" Angelica said, smiling wider now, showing teeth—something she rarely did. "I don't want to ruin your work clothes..."

"Cum...cum inside me...!" Lois gasped.

Blaze did.

With a little growl of satisfaction, her own personal purr of release. Hot ropes of sticky jizz streamed into the reporter's cunt...and Lois squeezed her pussy muscles, milking the cock, already basking in the afterglow of her own climax, body still convulsing. She'd never done anything like that at work...and it surprised her to think about how little time it had taken, and the enormity of the risk.

"You know sweetmeat, I don't want to upset you at work," Blaze said as she leaned over the reporter, her cock still hard and buried in that pussy. The dickgirl's free hand came around to grope the reporter's chest through her shirt. "But I do want to see more of you. Once a week just isn't enough. Don't you think?"

Lois felt the hot spunk drip out of her pussy. She knew she'd have to carry it around all day. Feel the slimy mess in her underwear until she could get home and take a shower. The thought sent a hot thrill through her body.

"I...I'd like see more of you...too," Lois said, and mentally reminded herself to renew her birth control prescription.

She was going to need it.