Negotiate

The reporter's mind raced. She was outnumbered, trapped between a very angry dick-toting woman and a coven of cultists. Desperately, she tried to think of a ruse to stall for time.

"How much?" Lois asked.

Blaze paused. Naked, she was almost inhumanly thin, wasp-waisted, with small breasts and puffy pink nipples. Her cock stood out proportionately large by comparison, and the swollen testes drooped down between her thighs belonged on some farm animal. The dark eyes flashed angrily at Lois, and the purple veins on the dick stood out on the shaft.

"What?" Blaze said, taken aback.

Lois licked her lips and stared into the dickgirl's eyes with as much cool composure as she could muster.

"I don't just suck cock for free. It's not like we're dating or anything," the reporter said. "If you want your cock sucked so bad, you'd better be prepared to pay for it! My rates just went up after that slap."

Cultists, some of them in dark robes, some dressed as nurses, others in waitress uniforms, glanced back and forth at each other.

"You're going to suck my cock or else!" Blaze said.

"Or else what?" Lois taunted. She looked at the cultists. "Is she always like this? Demanding blowjobs without compensation? Does she ever even give you oral sex in return?"

There was a murmur among the cultists. A shift in the atmosphere. Lois got the idea that she'd struck a nerve.

"Everybody knows you need to give head to get head," Lois said as she slowly raised herself up off the floor. "If you want me to suck your cock, I think you need to settle your tab with these ladies first. Am I right?"

Lois looked around at the cultists, who shuffled their feet and looked at each other. "I said, am I right? Show of hands, who here wants Blaze to perform oral sex on them?"

One hand went up. Then two. Three. A dozen. The naked dickgirl spun her head around as one by one, every cultist raised their left hand...