Lois & Blaze Read "Roxanne the Punk Princess" by Nathaniel Keam

Ripped jeans. Black jacket. Her black hair worked into spikes. Black lipstick, kohl-rimmed eyes. A spiked collar about her neck. Bass guitar slung low on her thighs. It was almost enough to ignore the blood-red skin, the dark horns that pushed up from her broad brow.

The demon Blaze struck a pose. Struck a chord. A wall of noise blared from the stacked speakers behind her. Her voice screamed out, raw, uninhibited.

"I am an antichrist!"

Lois Lane pulled the power cord, and the noise died.

"You can't play," the reporter said. The reporter had dispensed with the punk aesthetic, and most of her clothes. A black thong protected what little modesty she had, the small breasts and soft shoulders bare.

"Neither could Sid," Blaze said, as she unslung the guitar. One red hand reached out and pulled the unresisting reporter into her lap. "And I thought it appropriate, since we're reading 'Roxanne the Punk Princess' by Nathaniel Keam."

"Appropriate enough," Lois conceded. "So let's start with 'The Katie Saga.'"

So they began to read.

Katie was what she referred to herself as a normal girl. She wasn’t particularly popular or unpopular. She wasn’t a good girl or a bad girl. In other words, she was pretty average in many ways.

"If there was a single point of improvement I'd suggest for Nathaniel Keam," Lois Lane said. "It is the tendency to tell rather than show. A good bit of exposition is expected in the first chapter, but it drags a bit in later chapters."

"The pictures are fun," Blaze said, as her fingers slid inside Lois Lane's thong. "They help establish the aesthetic of the characters, at least. And they take their time. So many stories...rush things."

Lois grinned as Blaze fingers slid, under the thong, ever closer to the reporter's pussy.

"The aesthetic is kind of hypocritical though," Lois pointed out. "Punk in this story is just fashion. Roxanne is declared a genius, but she's also a spoiled brat rich kid. She's not out there making music, or the world a better place, or being disaffected and depressed and fucking the day away because we live in a world dominated by old people. She's just messing with her babysitter using her rich people toys. It is about the most anti-punk scenario imaginable."

Blaze pressed her lips against the reporter's shoulder. The demon's fingertips brushed the tiny black hairs of Lois Lane's crotch.

"Maybe she'll meet a real punk to teach her the error of her ways. Anyway, this isn't punk lust, exactly, is it? ENF. Embarrassed nude female," Blaze said. "That is delivered, even if there are no pictures. The not-so-naughty babysitter is slowly stripped and deliciously teased..."

“Hehe, so close. But I got to pop your button.”

"Point," Lois conceded, as Blaze's fingers found her own button. The soft, fleshy pad of the demon's fingertips gently rubbed the sensitive little nub, which began to swell and stiffen to her touch. The reporter licked her lips. "Although even if the imagery and pacing works, the language could use a little more effort. Look at this chapter and this one, how many paragraphs start with 'Katie' or 'She.' It gets a bit repetitive. I keep hoping for...something more. Internal thoughts. Dialogue. Description."

Roxanne fired the bolt. The suction cup flew toward her at lightning speed, thumping her in the right tit and knocking her back a little. Katie looked down at the strange crossbow bolt. It was like a little plunger attached to her bra cup.

"Some lovely images, though," Blaze murmured. Her spiked collar dug into the reporter's shoulder as she leaned over to read. The scarlet fingers continued their endless attack on Lois Lane's clit. Balancing Lois on one knee, the demon raised one hand to touch Lois Lane's breast...and for the first time, Lois let out a little gasp. "Even if some work could be done on making Katie more embarrassed. If she covered herself more. Tried to improvise clothing. Blushed. Felt...****. We get so little of her inner life, and really, isn't that he most delicious part, in such stories? To have their imagination go wild? To feel their fear, trepidation, and...arousal?"

To emphasize her point, the demon's fingers dipped down, to cup the reporter's pussy in her hand and gently squeeze. Felt the soft wet droops against her fingers as Lois squirmed.

“You fuckin psycho bitch. Is this turning you on?”

Roxanne was taken aback. Had she noticed how turned on she was by this?

"I admit, this part confused me," Lois said as a bit of color filled her cheeks. "Roxanne had already admitted this was all a kink game to her. Why she felt on the back foot for Katie confronting her about it seems weird. I mean, on hand, this is Kevin McAllister doing a slow strip-tease **** of his unfortunate victims. There's that inherently juvenile aspect of it, with stepping on a LEGO brick, being shot in the tit with a suction-cup arrow...I'm just glad everyone is of legal age. But the kink is already out there? It's not like either of them have been coy about it."

"It does make me wonder what Roxanne would do if Katie had been into it from the beginning," Blaze admitted. "If someone had just started stripping on their own. That would take some of the fun out of it for her, wouldn't it? No game if your victim refuses to play. Or maybe it would just become a voyeuristic adventure. Roxanne watching, touching herself, as her 'babysitter' went around the house and amused herself carnally."

"Maybe that happens in a later chapter," Lois said, and reached down to guide the demon's hand back toward the reporter's clit. "For now...Katie is naked, at last. And that's it. A few poses, a few pictures, and Roxanne has gotten her kicks without getting her rocks off."

"I am surprised that Keam didn't push things further," Blaze said. "But then, there are so many more 'sagas' in this story. Perhaps later, Roxanne is...bolder. More hands-on."

Red fingers squeezed the reporter's small breast. Lois Lane bit her lip as she shifted her butt to grind into the demon's crotch.

"Maybe we'll read some more of this story," Lois said, her face suddenly flushed. She twisted in her seat to bring her face in line with Blaze's. "Later..."