Not Entirely

Lois silently considered. She had just had amazing sex with this woman. It was definitely a relationship the reporter wanted to pursue—especially if I'm was knocked up, Lois thought, feeling the cum still sealed inside her pussy—but at the same time, she didn't really know anything about this Angelica Blaze, aside from the fact that she had a cock and knew how to use it. So Lois decided it was probably a good idea not to tell her the whole truth...

"I came here looking for my girlfriend. She's gone missing." Lois told her, keeping her tone confessional. She didn't want to look into Blaze's eyes as she told her little white lie...and ended up instead staring at the dickgirl's cock, one drop of black jizz still hanging off the very tip of it.

Angelica paused, and when she opened her mouth again. "When you say 'girlfriend,' do you mean..."

"Oh!" Lois mentally kicked herself, and raised her eyes. "No, not like that. Like...a friend who is a girl. Not..."

"Okay," Blaze gave a sigh of relief. One hand reached up to twist a lock of hair about a finger. "So does that mean you...don't currently have a girlfriend girlfriend?"

Lois wanted to laugh. It was like a scene from a bad comedy...but it was real life. The reporter reached over and gave her lover a kiss on the cheek. Blaze smiled, back at her, and almost seemed like she wanted to lean in and make it something deeper...but she hesitated.

Come to think of it, Lois thought. I bet she doesn't trust me entirely either.

"No, I'm not in a relationship with anybody else right now," the reporter smiled "And I'd like to discuss that with you...later...at length...hard and unprotected...with a book of baby names...but right now, I'm really worried about my friend. Who is a girl. She went missing, and the last place she was seen was this club. I asked around, and some other women have gone missing too."

Angelica turned to look at Lois, gaze suddenly focused. "Missing? In my club? Oh I have to get to the bottom of this."

It was Lois' turn to be surprised. "Your club?"

"Yeah...I own it. What, did you think I just hung out in the bathroom looking for drunk sluts to fuck?" The shemale laughed...and then realized what she had said. "Not that, um, I meant to imply you're...uh..."

Lois blushed. A part of the reporter knew she should be furious, but there was probably more truth in her lover's statement than either of them were willing to admit right now. Although Lois no longer felt tipsy.

"It's okay. Look, if you own this place—who should we talk to, that might know where the missing women are?"