Epilogue: Two Blue Lines

Lois stared at the plastic test in her hand. Then she remembered to breathe.

She hadn't felt any different. Not that first week, or the next. It was too soon for morning sickness, for bloating, for...anything really. Except to be late. One day her period hadn't come, and that was all it took for Lois to grab the test and squat over the toilet.

"I'm pregnant," she whispered.

Lois knew she should make an appointment with her gynecologist. Have it confirmed. Think about her options. She grabbed her phone, wondering what she would say when they asked who the "father" was...

...and her fingers dialed an entirely different number.

The hour that followed, waiting for the knock at the door, was more fretful than the long minutes waiting for those two blue lines to appear. Long enough to shave, to grab a quick shower, to spray herself with perfume...butterflies ran through the pregnant woman's stomach as she brushed her hair and did her makeup. It felt important to make a good impression...she wanted to be sexy. Desirable.

It was only when that soft knock came at the door that Lois realized she wasn't quite sure what to say.

Lois opened the door to see that same half-smile, the same coat hugging her voluptuous frame. Angelica Blaze's smile widened as she saw that her "customer" was dressed in the same silk robe, with obviously nothing underneath.

The shemale pushed the door open and strode in. Before the reporter could say a word, the statuesque brunette grabbing Lois by the waist and pulling her close, her head dipping down so that her lips could find the reporter's mouth. They met together in a steamy moment of mutual passion, the soft bulge of Angelica's crotch pressing against Lois' hip. Very quietly, the door closed.

After a few moments, they came up for air, Lois gasping. Reluctantly, she disengaged.

"I...have something to tell you." She admitted. The reporter clutched the pregnancy test in her right hand, and pushed the rod forward.

Lois watched her former lover for any hint of emotion. Blaze's eyes widened a little, the lip curling upwards...only the slight tremor in her hands displayed any real hint of excitement or dread.

No, Lois thought, staring down at the tent rising out of the front of the escort's coat. That's definitely a sign of excitement.

"It's...mine?" she whispered.

"Ours," Lois replied with a nod, self-consciously putting a hand over her belly. She wasn't quite sure what reaction she was expecting, but so far it seemed to be...positive. "I...thought you should know. That we should talk about it."

"I'm glad you told me. You're going to look quite sexy with a baby belly," Blaze purred. She grasped the belt of Lois' robe. The reporter didn't stop her as she tugged the robe open, revealing the reporter's naked body.

"Is that...all you think about? Sex?" Lois took a step back.

The escort shrugged...and the coat seemed to fall to the floor, revealing dark hose, garters, a black ribbon tied around the thick base of her raging erection, and nothing else.

"What is there to talk about? You called me here for sex, no?" Blaze asked. She reached forward and cupped the reporter's breasts in her palms. "I look forward to when these fill with mother's milk!"

"This is serious!" Lois said, backing away, unable to take her eyes off that hard cock, the balls beneath swaying with each step. "I don't...I don't even know if I want a baby. Or if we want a relationship or...or anything."

Angelica's eyes flashed, predator-like, and Lois felt herself bump into the bed unexpectedly, falling backward—and fast as a flash, the escort stepped forward and caught her.

"Careful, my sweet," she said, holding the reporter in her arms. "We mustn't have any accidents in your...condition."

Gently, Blaze laid Lois back on the bed.

"I'm sure this is stressful to you...but is it that you don't want children?"

"No," Lois replied, truthfully.

"Is it the money? The cost of raising a baby?"

"No, not really," Lois admitted.

"Then—" Blaze dipped down and planted a kiss on her collarbone. "—is it just that you don't want to do it alone? Hmm?"

"I...I guess..." Lois could feel her pussy dampen, keenly aware of the hard cock hovering just inches from it.

"Perhaps we should take this from a professional relationship to something a bit more...personal," Angelica kissed Lois' right breast, right above the nipple. Instinctively, the reporter spread her thighs, aching for her lover's attention. "Would that be pleasing to you?"

"Yes..." Lois moaned.

"Then so it shall be." Blaze rubbed the head of her cock up and down the supine reporter's burning slit. Lois bit her lip as the shemale pushed the head into the entrance of her cunt, finally filling the aching emptiness within her.

"For I will deny nothing to the mother of my child," Lois' lover declared. "And in time, I think, you will deny nothing to me."

Lois' reply, if there was one, was cut off by her moans. There were no more words for a long while, only the creaking of bed-springs and the slap of flesh on flesh.