Chapter 13 by Zeebop

Does Lois let Angelica kiss her hand?

Her Hand...Her Arm...

Like a knight in some chivalric romance, Angelica knelt before her and took the reporter's fingers in her hand and pressed her lips against her knuckles. Lois told herself it was the heat of the room that made her cheeks burn...and then the half-naked reporter watched as the bottomless dickgirl turned her hand over, planting her lips against the palm of her hand.

Then her wrist.

The crowded, noisy bar, reeking of beer and sweat, seemed to fade away. Lois was aware of the wet puddle she was sitting in on the chair as Angelica slowly rose, holding the reporter's arm, planting burning kisses all the way up her forearm...the soft, sensitive crook of her elbow...then the bicep.

Lois Lane stiffened as she felt the dickgirl's naked cock brush her knee, leaving behind a sticky smear of pre-cum. The reporter was still seated when Angelica's lips pressed against her ear...but instead of another kiss, there was a whisper.

"I know what you're looking for. I can help you. Ditch your friends and come with me."

A wet tongue slid into the reporter's ear and she flinched...and then Aisha arrived, with a pitcher of cold beer and glasses.

"Damn, girl!" the Black transwoman said. "Get a room!"

Angelica Blaze straightened up. Seated as she was, Lois found herself staring eye-on with the dickgirl's raging erection.

"Not a bad idea," Angelica said, pouring beer into the pitchers. "What do you say, Joanne? Have a drink, and then we can go back to my place?"