I'll Let Her Know

The demon looked at Lois frankly, but the reporter had been undercover more times than she could count. She had bought **** on the black market in Moscow, asked for some very select sexual services from the prostitutes in Thailand, and once had even negotiated for the purchase of a Kryptonite dildo as part of a sting operation...with only Bruce Wayne's stolen credit card to back her up. This low-level piece of demonic trash had nothing on the kinds of people that dealt in such things, and the reporter's half-lidded gaze sent a shiver down the succubus's spine.

The bartending succubus left from behind the bar. Lois Lane watched her walk to a door near the stage, past all the punters whose eyes were glued on the fat tits being shaken at them. The reporter sipped her warm cocktail, salty and sharp as a ripe cheese. She could feel her demonic cock strain inside of her pants, but she purposefully ignored it, and tried to keep calm...or at least to project that terrible confidence and nonchalance which is the essence of coolness.

Of course, arranging the meeting was the easy part. Once Lois got into the office...

What the fuck am I going to do? Lois thought, sipping nervously at her cocktail. Despite her best intentions to moderate her intake, the grey, oozy drink was good. Not as thick as the cocktails she'd had upstairs, but warmer and fresher by far. The reporter couldn't even taste the ****.

Maybe...maybe I can make sex a condition of the deal, the reporter thought. Make her give me a test fuck before I sign my soul away. Of course, I'll have to be serious about it. Ready to walk out at a moment's notice. But once I've got her bent over a desk and her pussy wrapped around my cock...well, that's game over, right?

Lois hoped so.

She set the empty glass down on the bar top as she saw the bartending demon emerge from the door. Their eyes met across the floor. The succubus nodded...and Lois found herself moving, gliding really, calm and confident with that kind of grace that comes from the very first stages of inebriation, when the body feels loose and relaxed and before balance and muscle control go to hell.

The door opened for her...and she stepped into a snug office, with plush blue carpet. The room was dominated by a massive slab of a wooden desk that was bigger than Lois Lane's bed at the dorm in college. The human woman behind it stood. She was taller than Lois by a head, thin and lanky, with olive skin and an oddly shaped skull that reminded the reporter of the bust of Nefertiti. A mane of dark hair hung down to her lower back, and the slender body was dressed in a simple red business suit that hugged her few curves, with only the barest bulges at hip and breasts.

She ushered Lois towards a chair.

"Hello Lois." The woman gave Lois a Mona Lisa grin. The reporter controlled her shock that the demon already knew who she was.

"I am Blaze. Now...to business. What do you want for your soul?"