Of Course!

Lois' response was instinctive—her whole point for coming here had originally been to find out what had happened to the missing women. It wasn't until she blurted it out, however, that the reporter stopped to think of how Angelica would interpret that. They had known each other carnally, but not very long...and Lois wasn't sure exactly how she felt about the shemale...whether this was going to be a one night stand or something more enduring.

Fortunately, Blaze seemed to take it in stride.

"It looks like Diana is in." Lois' lover pointed to a key hanging from the pin holding the woman's "bottom" shot to the board.

"What do we..." The reporter started, then stalled out.

"The key goes to the bathroom." Blaze nodded at the door to the family restroom. "She's in there, waiting. We just have to take the key and go in. If you're up for that, I mean."

"You've done this before." It was a statement, not a question.

"Sometimes, I don't want a date." Blaze slipped an arm around Lois' waist. The reporter didn't pull away. "Sometimes I just want to fuck. Other people, they want the same thing. It's no different than Tinder or Grinder...just a little more low-tech. Consenting adults that want to be a little freaky."

"How freaky?" Lois raised an eyebrow.

"Some of them want to use you. Some of them want to be used by you..." Angelica sang the old verse.

The reporter reached out and took the key off the pin. This was...not what she expected. But it seemed like the answers she wanted were just on the other side of this door. Blaze's hand was warm where it rested on her waist, and Lois had difficulty concentrating on anything else. Other, more insistent questions were pushing to the forefront of her mind.

"Is that what I was to you? A random sexual encounter."

Blaze's smile faltered. "I...I'd like to think that it could be more than that. If you wanted it to be. I just...I didn't know if you'd want someone like me for...a girlfriend."

Lois' heart skipped a beat at the word, and she looked deep into her lover's eyes for a long, tense moment...but couldn't find the courage to put her feelings right then into words.

"We'll talk about that. But for right now...I need Diana's story."

The reporter slipped the key into the lock. A sexual image flashed through her mind, a small metal cock sliding into a metal vagina, once perfectly-machined but now tired and worn, but well-oiled. She turned the key and heard the click as the bolt slid back...and swung the door open. Lois needed to hear what Diana had to say.