Epilogue: Urban Legend

Beneath the club, behind the Black Door, lay a small room. A green felt-top table and chairs...there were always enough chairs for whoever entered. There was a deck of cards on the table, old-fashioned, thin and hard like ivory. You could try to take them, but they never passed the Black Door. The rumor was, someone had played a game with the devil on that very table...and win or lose, the devil had left in such a hurry that they'd left their deck of cards behind.

Maybe that was true...maybe it was just an urban legend. Yet they said that you could make bets on games with those cards...very unusual bets...

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Jimmy Olsen fiddled with his bowtie. The freckled redhead was dressed in a salmon pink shirt, rainbow suspenders, and a light, slim-fit blue suitcoat and pants, a little too formal for the club upstairs...and his camera was strapped around his neck, just in case. He fingered it as though praying a rosary.

"James Olsen, grow some balls," Lucy Lane said, and pushed him through the door. The slim blonde woman was as tall and broad at the shoulder as Jimmy, but more fit and athletic. She preferred athleisure clothes, tight shorts and top that showed off her hard-won abs, with fingerless gloves and a leather jacket she'd "borrowed" from her sister, her dog-tags dangling between her neck.

The room beyond the Black Door was dark. Lucy fumbled on the wall for a switch, found it, and clicked on the single bulb that hung above the table. It was the kind of light that made the darkness around it somehow deeper...but the female soldier could clearly see the white cards stacked in the middle of the table. There were two chairs on opposite sides.

"So there is a table and cards," she said. "Quick, get a picture."

Jimmy brought his camera up, checked the settings, and snapped off three shots. The bright flashes blinded Lucy for a moment...and neither of them saw the Black Door close, and lock, behind them as they approached the table.

"Where did you even hear about this?" He asked. One pale hand, with its carefully-trimmed nails, grabbed the top-most card and flipped it over. The five of spades stared up at him, each of the black sigils an ambiguous combination of genitalia, like one of those pictures that can be seen in two different ways.

"Graffiti on the bathroom upstairs. I thought it would be fun!" She punched his arm playfully. "So c'mon, let's play."

She took a seat...and Jimmy took the seat opposite hers, after making sure there was nothing on it. Even then, he sat on the edge, hoping he wouldn't wrinkle his pants.

"What are we playing? And what are we playing for?"

Lucy picked up the deck. They shuffled with a little clatter, thicker and sturdier than normal cards.

"We could play for your camera," she teased. "Or maybe the winner has to kiss the loser's ass? I know that's how you like it."

Jimmy flushed. Their relationship had always been on-again, off-again, but his sometime girlfriend knew how to press his buttons...in more ways than one.

"How about the loser gets my dick," he said, hotly. The moment he said the d-word, Jimmy felt embarrassed at being so crude.

"Deal," Lucy said. "And the winner gets my cunt." She enjoyed watching Jimmy wince at the c-word.

Lucy finished shuffling and put the deck in the middle of the table for him to cut, when he grabbed the sides, a brief, sharp pain went through his thumb...and when he brought his hand back, he saw a dark bead of blood. Instinctively, he stuck it in his mouth.

"Let's do...blackjack," she said, and dealt the cards.

Jimmy: (K♣) 2♦

Lucy: (?) K♠

The photographer took a glimpse of his face-down card. Lucy was dealing, so it was his turn. He didn't know what Lucy had, but if his years of watching poker tournaments on the internet had taught him anything, there was only one thing to do.

"Hit me," he said.

Jimmy: (K♣) 2♦ 9♥

Lucy: (?) K♠

"Ha!" Jimmy said and turned over his face-down card. "Twenty-one! I win! Your c...your pussy is mine!"

Their eyes met...they both had blue eyes, though Jimmy's were a shade paler, and sometimes Lucy's almost seemed as violet as her sister's...but something passed between them then. Jimmy standing, stock still, felt it. Like an invisible bond connecting them. There was the scent of ozone, like the aftermath of a lightning strike, and a kind of lockerroom reek. Jimmy felt suddenly ill, stomach churning. There was a sense of pressure like he suddenly had to pee...and then...it was like a bubble burst, and the connection between them was lost.

Jimmy fell back into his chair, suddenly dizzy. Something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what. He looked across the table at Lucy, who was busy fiddling with her pants. The orange eyebrows drew together, not sure what she was doing...and then he saw her stand up and start to pull down her pants. His heart leaped, suddenly excited...she was doing it! Winner got her pussy, and loser got his cock, and now she was...

A very familiar-looking cock and balls flopped out onto the tabletop. It was not quite erect, but when it was, the circumcised prick with the rounded mushroom tip would be a very respectable six-and-a-quarter inches. He knew because he had measured it himself. The scrotum dangling beneath was pink and freshly-shaved. Jimmy had carefully done that this morning.

"Jimmy?" Lucy said, a bit of breathless expectation in her voice. "Take off your pants. Right now."

Blinking, Jimmy stood up...and with fumbling fingers he undid the suspenders, dropped down the midnight blue silk boxers and...there between his legs, buried in a thatch of curly orange hair, was a plump slit.

"Oh fuck," Lucy said. "Oh fuck me, it worked. I can't...oh fucking hell."

"We...what are we going to do?" Jimmy said. "I mean...do we play another game? Can the deck change us back?"

"Maybe," Lucy said, and pulled her shorts the rest of the way off. She could hardly keep her hand off of her dick—my dick, Jimmy corrected himself—for a second. "But right now, we're going to fuck."

"What?" He looked up at her stunned.

"Come on, Jimmy!" she said as she rounded the table on him. "Don't tell me you've never imagined what it might be like to take a dick! Look, you're wet already!"

Jimmy stared down at the slit. He ran a finger along the crease...and trembled like a leaf in the wind. It was definitely different than touching himself. In truth, he didn't feel very wet...but he pressed a finger into the slit and...it was like an electric shock ran through him. Like the first time he had slipped a finger up his butt to experiment, only somehow better...and self-lubricating. He pulled the finger out, a strand of slime connecting the tip and his...her...pussy for a moment.

"I am wet," he said. Then he blinked. "But I don't...I don't know if we should make love, I mean this place isn't very clean and..."

The soldier pushed Jimmy roughly against the table. He fell back across it, wincing at the cards pressed into his back.

"Spread your goddamn knees maggot!" Lucy roared, in a voice that would have brought tears of admiration to her drill instructor's eyes.

She was hard now. The stiff little prick looked so different, pointed at Jimmy, than it did when he was masturbating. Lucy's face was flushed crimson, the blonde shaking with excitement as she ran the dick up and down his pussy, smearing it with their shared juices.

"You know what, Jimmy?" she said. "Having a pussy really suits you. Maybe you should keep it."

Before he could say anything in response, Lucy dropped the tip of the dick down near the bottom of the pussy—and pressed forward.

His mouth made a wordless "O," as she slid the cock into him.

"I'm...I'm being fucked by my own cock," he muttered, when he could speak again.

"No, Jimmy," Lucy shot him a feral grin. "It's my cock now."

She leaned down and pressed her lips hungrily against his, her muscular ass rising and falling as she pressed the prick into the tight little slot, amazed at the heat and wetness, the pressure and supreme sensitivity of the swollen cockhead. Their tongues twined and all Jimmy could do was moan into her mouth as something wonderful built up within him, ready to be unleashed...

...except that Lucy was faster.

The dickgirl shuddered on top of him, groaning incoherently, utterly lost for a moment, and Jimmy lay beneath her, wondering if she was having a stroke...and then realized what was happening, as he felt something warm and wet trickle down to his ass.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck," Lucy said, panting and still now. "Is it always like that?"

"I mean...sometimes?" Jimmy swallowed. "I've been trying to work on my stamina."

Lucy smiled. She brought a hand up and ruffled his hair.

"Tell you what...before we change back...how about we play one more little game?"

"What's at stake this time?" Jimmy asked. "Am I going to like this game?"

She grinned, and answered both questions.

"You bet your ass."