Go Inside The Theater

Unsatisfied, Lois Lane pulled up her pants and panties. Blaze's cum was inside of her. She could feel the dampness in her crotch. The dickgirl demon tucked her crimson cock out of the way. The door opened, and she held out her hand to help Lois climb out of the limousine.

Back into the air. Still Metropolis, but a small theater. All neon, a doorman in a crisp red jacket and hat with gold brocade. She smiled at Lois. They all did. The staff were smiling, uniforms clean, attentive. Angelica swept in behind Lois brandished tickets.

No line to the concessions counter. Somewhere, a soundtrack was playing, but there was nobody in the lobby except them and the employees. They could have been the only customers here.

Blaze ordered popcorn, sodas. Lois asked if they had beer, suddenly feeling the need to ease the tension. She hadn't cum in the car...but she had been close. There was nothing quite as bad as stopping a fuck before she came. It just left her irritable, on edge.

As they headed into the darkness of the theater, Lois wondered if she could sneak out into the bathrooms and masturbate real quick. Just make like she was going to use the toilet. That wasn't suspicious, right? She was still going on their 'date', she'd already fucked Blaze...

I've already fucked her, Lois realized as Blaze took her by the hand and led her down to the middle of the mid-row, the best seats in the house to see the screen. The fact sank in at a fundamental level. The rest of the evening didn't matter, really. She'd already done the deed. No matter what else happened tonight, there was no going back.

Lois Lane sipped her beer. Something they had on draft, not your typical American beer. A little bitter, with some burnt undernotes. A real kick of **** too. The reporter knew she shouldn't drink too much, but took another sip anyway as they sat into the cushions.

The screen dark, curtains not moved aside yet. The whole theater will still, except for them. Empty, except for them.

The reporter sat her drink down on her left, reached over to the right to grab some popcorn.

Just enjoy your movie, Lane, she told herself. You can masturbate at home tonight. Nothing to do about it now, just...

In the darkness, her hand missed the popcorn, and hit Blaze's jeans. She felt a hard bulge there.

Lois Lane's eyes widened in surprise as she felt the heat of the bulge through the pants.

"You're ready to go again?" she whispered, then wondered why. There was no one around to hear them...

"Are you?" Blaze shot back.