Invite Blaze In

"You'd better come in," Lois Lane said. "I want to hear all the details."

The reporter did her best to keep a poker face as she let Blaze into her apartment. In her human form, the demon had a sort of grubby chic. Lois found her eyes drawn to the bulge in the front of the demon's jeans, not even bothering to hide her dick. The same dick that the demon was bound and determined to stick inside Lois Lane.

She might have done it, too, Lois thought to herself. If I didn't remember what she was up to. As it is, I'm in control.

That thought gave Lois a warm feeling. She didn't want to overplay her hand, but there was a certain pleasure to be had in the thought that she could tease Blaze mercilessly, play the hard-to-get-slut, or even just button up tight and watch the demonic dickgirl squirm and try to recover.

"I heard you asking about those women," the Blaze said, her eyes roaming all around the kitchen before coming to rest on Lois. "I think I might be able to help."

"How..." Lois hesitated. She had to play like she didn't know what was going on. "How did you find where I live?"

That Mona Lisa smile flickered across Angelica's face. She held up a familiar-looking wallet. "You dropped this on your way out."

"Oh!" Lois said, and a blush came to the reporter's face. Blaze had thought this through, at least a little. She decided to tease a little.

"Sorry I'm not...altogether," Lois said, cinching the black robe a little tighter around her body, one nipple almost slipping out.

"I don't mind," Angelica said with that damn smile once again. "It's just us girls, right?"

"Of course. Just us girls..." Lois said, with her own tight-lipped smile...and a wicked thought flashed through her head.