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"I have dirt on every politician and criminal in Metropolis," Angelica said. "I know which cops are taking bribes, which attorney generals are getting kickbacks. Quite literally, every corporate executive who has sold their soul for money or power—I hold the receipt. I know where the bodies are buried, and who buried them and why."

Lois Lane's eyes widened. It was like a dream. Even if Angelica Blaze only knew a tenth of what she claimed, it was enough for a dozen Pulitzers. The reporter could feel her pussy squeezing down, almost making the decision for her...and then Blaze tipped her hand.

"...you can even work from here. I'm sure your editor won't mind not seeing you in the office for nine months, Lois, not with the scoops you provide..."

The reporter froze.

"You know," she said. "You know who I am."

"Oh Lois," the dark eyes flashed, and for a moment they were pure white, with no pupil or iris. One hand gently brushed the reporter's cheek. "I've always known. What impresses me is that you would go so far. The great Lois Lane, whoring herself out for a story—that was when I conceived of making you my surrogate. After all, if you were willing to get fucked just to save those missing women, how much more would you get fucked to have an endless supply of front page headlines?"

The dickgirl's grin was devilish. Lois felt her stomach sink. All the joy had evaporated from their sex in a moment, and she felt cold. It was the kind of thing she feared—that she had fought against her entire career. To be seen as the kind of woman that fucked her way to the top, who slept around to get the gossip for her stories.

Rebellion welled within her. It wasn't too late. She could still say no, climb off the dick, leave.

"I know. You want to say no. But think about this, Lois: how many people will be saved if Intergang goes to prison?"

Lois opened her mouth...and closed it. Intergang ran most of the **** and organized crime in Metropolis...and beyond. They ruined hundreds, maybe thousands of lives every year.

"I can give that to you, Lois. I can tell you all their dirty little secrets. You can be a hero." Blaze's hand fell down to the reporter's stomach, which gave a little flip. "Isn't that worth a little...sacrifice? Isn't that what heroes do? Think of the greater good."