I'm Not On Birth Control

"Mom, I'm...I'm not on birth control. And besides which, there's not exactly any dicks around here." Lois Lane told her mother. She raised her arms to indicate the stately Black Door club, with its topless waitresses and all-female clientele.

Both of which statements were true. What she hadn't told her mother is that the reason she wasn't on birth control is that she'd had her tubes tied during college, so that she wouldn't risk any "accidents" during the wild sexual adventures she was sure that she would have. Which mostly hadn't developed, but still, having kids was an impossibility...and the thought suddenly hit her that might mean she was stuck with being haunted by her mother's ghost forever.

"I could help you with that," a sultry voice with a slight Mediterranean accent spoke from behind Lois.

"Angelica!" Ella said brightly as a tall, lithe woman stood behind Lois' chair. The reporter turned to stare up at her.

A dark tangle of curly black hair, a Mona Lisa smile that spoke of secrets she wouldn't tell, a face like the bust of Nefertiti with dark, almost black eyes. She wore little makeup, and wore only a one-piece black dress with a long, low plunging V-neck that stopped just short of her pubis. The breasts were small, like Lois' own, but she wore no bra and the outline of the nipples could be clearly seen poking through the fabric...and that wasn't the only thing.

The reporter's gaze was drawn by the plunging neckline to Angelica's crotch, where there was a distinctive bulge ruining the outline of the dress. If anything, it reminded her of...

"Well met. I am Angelica Blaze; the Black Door is mine." Long, tapered fingers drifted a hair closer to Lois on the back of the chair, drawing close...but not touching, not yet. "I am aware of the nature of your family curse. And I can help you."

Lois swallowed hard, her gaze drifting back toward the bulge in Angelica's croch. She had a feeling she knew exactly what kind of "help" this woman—or shemale—had in mind. The worst part was, her mother was probably thrilled at the idea. The whole thing stank of a set-up.

"Miss Blaze—" she started.

"Call me Angie, Lois," the brunette murmured.

"I...appreciate the offer, but despite what my mother told you, I'm actually here for work, not...pleasure." Lois cringed internally with how that came out. She hadn't intended to phrase it quite like that, but the whole situation was leaving her flustered.

"Well, why don't you tell Angelica about it?" Ella Lane said. "It is her club, after all."

Lois sucked her teeth. Much as she hated to admit it, her mother had a point.

"We can talk here," Blaze's fingers just brushed Lois' dark hair. "Or we can go somewhere more...private."