Epilogue: Lois Lane Exposed!

Coffee shot out of the reporter's nose as she read the headline. She began to sputter and coffee, nose and throat burning. Blaze was by her side in a moment, her hands rubbing the reporter's back, as Lois reached for a towel, eyes watering but still trying to read the screen...

"What is it?" Blaze said.

"My professional demise," the reporter read on.

The website was called the Metropolitan, and the reporter was Chloe Sullivan—one of Jimmy Olsen's old girlfriends. A diligent researcher who was doing a series of exposes on the pornographic underground in Metropolis—and had, the reporter read with horror, made the connection between Lois Lane and Plan XXX from Outer Space.

"I'm fucked," Lois said. "I mean, she had to have hacked the office computer, there's no way else she could have gotten my name. I'm not on the packaging, the advertising, the public corporate statements..."

"Maybe you should be," Angelica Blaze's hands crept up, moving into a massage of the reporter's shoulders, thumbs kneading the tense muscles. "I mean, if it's already out there, we can embrace it. Change the adverts, make it a promotion..."

"Angie, my father reads the Metropolitan!" Lois said. "He's going to know his daughter is a...a..."

"Sex worker," Blaze offered. "Adult actress. The star of the most downloaded scene in Metropolis."

The dickgirl's hands slid down and around the reporter's back...and then swift as a serpent, sneaked around to cup the reporter's breasts. The hard head of the cock pressed into Lois's lower back through a hole in the chair.

"Pregnant by your co-star," Blaze whispered.

Lois hung her head. "But people are going to know."

"Know what? That you had sex? Most of them do to. Most of them wish that they could have the kind of sex you've had," Blaze rested her chin on the reporter's shoulder. "And besides, once your belly begins to show..."

The reporter harrumphed.

"You're just trying to corrupt me," Lois countered. "Why is it every time I'm around you, I keep end up doing all these bad things?"

"Not so bad. Nothing illegal, nothing amoral, nothing unethical. Oh, we break taboos my love...but what are taboos? Who is there to tell Lois Lane how to live her life?"

"I just don't want people to think I'm a slut," Lois said, very quietly.

Blaze let go of her lover's breasts, and turned the chair around so that Lois was facing her. Standing up, the tall dickgirl's cock could nearly poke Lois in the nose.

"You're not a slut," Blaze said. "It's not like you fucked a million men and women. And even if you did...so what? Whose business is it of theirs?"

There was a drop on the end of the dick. Instinctively, Lois opened her mouth and her tongue stole out, licking it off.

"I don't know if I'm ready to embrace being a porn star," the reporter admitted. "Everyone at the office is going to look at me and imagine me being fucked!"

"Darling. Sweetmeat. My sexy, sexy mama. I guarantee you that there is no day that has gone by since you became legal that everyone around you hasn't pictured you getting fucked, in every which way imaginable. I know I have, and we still fuck like the world is ending every day."

Lois had to smile at that. It was true. Blaze was worse than any guy Lois had ever met in terms of sexual appetites—and better than any man she had ever met in her stamina and ability to actually keep going and going, like an Energizer Bunny strapped to one of those fucking machines. There were some days they had to stick to oral sex because Lois was still too raw and sore from the previous day's fucking to bear any more penetrative sex.

"Look, the girls are thinking about a sequel...because the sales have been so good. Think about it. One or two more movies, and we'll have a good college fund set up for the babies."

The reporter looked up, away from the dickgirl's cock. "You still think it's twins?"

"If it isn't," Blaze said. "I can guarantee you, it won't be your last pregnancy."

The reporter grinned. "I'll think about it."

Blaze grinned back. She didn't see any reason to tell her lover that it was Blaze herself who had anonymously spilled the records with Lois Lane's name to Chloe Sullivan—after all, she could see the kind of sexually liberated woman that Lois could become. The pregnant reporter just needed a little push...and maybe a devil to whisper on her shoulder.