Lois Has A Proposition

The reporter leaned across the table, feeling the demon's eyes feast on her new cleavage. Beneath her breasts were her chips. Hers. No one else's. Gambling, she could see, was a waste. Why risk losing...when there were other ways to get what she wanted.

"We're both adults here," Lois Lane said slowly. "And we both know what we want. Why not come to a more pleasurable arrangement?"

Blaze leaned across the table, pure white eyes resting on the reporter's own.

"Am I correct in that you now wish to...bargain?"

"Yes," Lois said. Excitement grew inside her, an almost sexual heat.

"You want those women...free." Blaze asked.

"Yes," The reporter felt her fingers creep forward, toward Blaze's chips...and then the crimson hand closed on her own.

"I want something too," the demon said. "Something which must be given...freely."

"The friendship of my thighs?" Lois smiled, remembering an old poetic phrase.

"More than that. For four souls, I would want to possess you completely until dawn." The pale eyes glowed now, black sparks firing from the corners. "You will deny me nothing, allow me to use your cunt in any way I demand."

A dampness grew between Lois Lane's legs.

"Sounds...reasonable." The reporter said. A part of her knew that she should be appalled. Here she was, basically offering herself to be Blaze's whore. The idea of prostituting herself hadn't been repellant before—it had been unthinkable. The Lois Lane that had walked in here would never even have considered such a bargain.

Now, as she felt her heavy tits brush the table top, her pussy practically fucking dripping, the reporter was wondering...what else she might gain from this encounter. After all, it was clear that Blaze was into it...and if they hadn't stopped playing, there were plenty of chips left with things she wanted...