Horror Movie

The Palace was the last of a dying breed of Metropolis' avant-garde movie theaters. When it went up in the 20s, on the outskirts of Suicide Scum, it was elegant and showed silent films. By the 70s it had descended into an adult theater, the dusty glitz and cobwebbed glamour a mockery as it showcased the products of the Golden Age of Smut. Now, it had been rehabilitated, restored, and catered to an art-house crowd, the seats filled by graduate students from Metropolis University's film studies program, showing foreign and artsy films, decidedly non-commercial, supported mostly by Wayne Foundation grants because of an annual Grey Ghost marathon they hosted.

Except Lois Lane knew that late at night, they played horror movies. Adult horror movies. Dracula Sucks. The Breast Witch Project. Edward Penishands. The kind of things that never got theatrical showings, except in one weird little theater. The kind that was happy to sell a pair of tickets at three in the morning to show a film that involved monster women getting fucked hard on screen, with the zippers visible.

They had the theatre to themselves. Seated themselves in the old-style wooden seats, right in the middle, as the titles rolled.

Angelica Blaze, for her part, seemed pleased to still be on a date. That Lois Lane hadn't run screaming, or called Superman. The reporter smiled to herself, and Blaze took it as Lois smiling at her and gave that wistful little Mona Lisa smile back.

Which is when Lois reached into her date's lap and touched the tip of her dick.

"You can't cum," Lois whispered. "I'm going to jerk you off the whole film, and you can't cum."

Blaze blinked. "Okay?"

"And if you do," Lois whispered. "Then you can blow your load in me."

"Oh," Blaze said...and in the dark, lit only by the images reflected from the scream, the dickgirl looked positively demonic. Her smug smile relaxed and stretched into something a little more natural and authentic. Teeth glinted. "Okay!"

The reporter turned her eyes back to the screen...but her right hand was work, moved by touch to pull that hard cock out and stroke it.