Lois Is In The Bathroom Sucking Cock All Night

"We need more men," Maria said into the phone.

Four hours past midnight, and the crowd in the club was starting to thin. The dance floor was still up, but the women in the cages were sluggish, dying for that next hit of speed that would carry them through the next hour or so. The DJ nodded behind his laptop, too wired to sleep, too tired to spin. Maria, still tending bar, looked as the line for the men's room shortened. Soon, it would be empty...and they couldn't have that.

"How long has she been in there?" Blaze asked. Far down below the dance floor, beneath the brothel where women dressed in costumes and heroes and villains, the scarlet succubus ceased stroking her cock for a moment. Let one finger toy with the swollen head, brilliant red as a ripe strawberry. She'd been holding in this load all night.

"Six...seven hours?" Maria said. "I've been trying to direct traffic in there, and it's been pretty steady. She's had to have sucked over a hundred cocks by now. More, probably."

"Hmm," Blaze took out a leather strap and began to tie it tight around the base of her cock and balls. A smile played around her lips, halted only briefly as she jerked the strap tight, so that it dug into the crimson flesh, the veins along her member standing out purple as the blood was trapped in her erection. "Let her drain the last few, then close the bathroom for cleaning. I think it's time I paid a visit to our guest."

The demon stood, all six feet of her. Dark horns curled up from a wide brow; inky dark hair fell back almost to her ass. Skin the color of fresh blood on parchment, shiny and leathery. Long and lean, muscles like a marathoner, with small breasts contained in a tight black tube top and slim hips. Pure white eyes without pupil or iris. The scarlet succubus tugged the tight black skirt down to cover her erection, even though it left a distinct bulge.

She took the elevator, her supernal senses tasting the motley auras and energies around her. Circe lounging in her little pocket dimension, sated on Lois Lane's youth, cackled like a slow-burning fire. Up above, Blaze could feel another concentration of energy...and she smiled as she thought of the great Lois Lane, drowning in cum...and wondered what the reporter looked now.