Keep Her Talking

"You said you knew something about the women that have gone missing?" Lois asked.

The tall woman in Lois Lane's kitchen turned and nodded. This close, the reporter could see that she was at least a head taller...Lois' eyes were about even with Angelica Blaze's breasts. No bra; the outline of the small nipples and areolas could be clearly discerned beneath the dark black t-shirt. Lois realized with annoyance that she was staring, and moved her gaze up to meet the woman's dark eyes.

"Jenny, Diana, Mara, and Tonya, right?"

"That's right," Lois said.

"That was part of the reason I wanted to make sure you were all right. Do you have anything to drink?"

The reporter blinked, then felt like a bad host. "Water, juice, coffee, or..."

"Anything harder?"

Lois fetched her bottle of emergency vodka from beneath the sink. She could feel the eyes on her ass as she bent over, in that way that women learned to sense such gazes. The reporter wasn't used to be looked at that way by a woman. Turned, rose, showed the bottle.

"Perfect."

Glasses clinked. Ice cubes. Lois got a bottle of water for herself. If she had been roofied, the last thing she needed was more **** on top of whatever else she had in her system, though right now she felt...fine. Perfectly awake and lucid.

"They were all college girls," Blaze said as she sipped her vodka. "Came in on the weekends. Work off the stress, you know? Smart girls, looked out for each other. Or they thought they did. But...there was this guy. Group of guys, really. A couple of them would get the other girls to dance, so they could get one of them alone. I saw it happen, and it just seemed so natural...he'd buy her a drink, try to chat her up."

"What did he look like?" The reporter reached for a pad and pencil, began to scribble notes.

"Like money. As tall as I am, broad-shouldered. Dark hair, slicked back. Clean shaven. A little older than you'd expect for a college club, y'know? Late 30s, maybe. Clothes were expensive, too clean. Like he was slumming." She put her empty glass on the table. "I mean, I'd see a girl leave with a guy, and maybe she's a little tipsy, but it wasn't really wrong-looking, you know? Except next week, she wasn't back. But he was."

Lois scribbled the description off quickly in shorthand.

"And then it was just Mara and Tonya, and they were both looking kind of stressed, and asking about their friends. Sticking real close to each other, you know? They even went to the bathroom together, wouldn't take drinks from anybody. But at one point that night there was—it's the kind of bar that has fights, you know? This blond prick was trying to chat them up real hard, and got angry when they shot him down, and then Mr. Tall, Dark, and Rich shows up and..."

Angelica sighed. "I think I saw him put something in their drinks. I mean, I don't know. It was across the room. But I did see them later, both of them, barely able to stand, and Mr. Rich and the blonde were half-carrying them out, and...y'know, I'm not keen on cops, but I told the security guys. So when I saw him do it to you tonight..."

Something didn't add up. Lois read over her notes, sipped her water. Blaze refilled her glass from the bottle.

"How did you know them?" The reporter asked. She looked up from her notepad and caught Blaze staring again. Her robe was too loose, and Lois couldn't hold it shut and write at the same time. A little heat flushed her face as she realized the tall, dark-haired woman was staring at her bare breasts, her long legs, pussy just barely hidden by the hem of the robe.

"We uh..." Angelica coughed. "It might be easier to just show you."