Epilogue: A Proper Date

Lois Lane puckered her lips, checking the red lipstick in the mirror. A part of her still couldn't believe that she was going on a date with another woman...

Well. Mostly a woman, Lois remembered that big cock sliding in and out of her ass. In truth, she wasn't sure that tonight would lead to any action in the bedroom, but she had freshly shaved and cleaned herself out down there anyway.

Suddenly, Lois broke into a grin. A naughty impulse slipped through her mind and she stood up. Her dress was simple and elegant, a conservative black number that hung off her shoulders, revealing a V of cleavage and draped down to just above her ankles. The reporter reached up and under the dress, and slid the panties down her freshly-shaved legs.

Great Caesar's ghost, I haven't gone on a date commando in...forever!

The doorbell rang. Lois **** herself to walk slowly, not wanting to seem too eager as she answered the door.

Angelica Blaze cleaned up well. Gone were the black jeans and boots. The tall dickgirl was dressed in tight, high-waisted black pants with flared legs decorated with red and black and gold embroidered patterns of flames, and she wore a simple yet elegant long-sleeved black blouse...sheer enough, the reporter saw, to make it clear close up that she wore no bra underneath, but from a distance it hid her bits well enough.

"So," Lois said. "Where are we off to?"

"Someplace...romantic," Blaze said. Her Mona Lisa smile came out. "Different."

Intrigued, Lois returned the smile, and remembered her bare pussy. She had her own secrets.

There was a car waiting. Nothing too fancy. Blaze took the part of the man, opening the door for Lois and letting her enter first. They drove through the dark streets, having a few minutes in Metropolis traffic before they got to their mysterious destination.

"That night," Lois said, to fill the silence. "You said you didn't have any condoms."

"I didn't," Blaze said.

"Dangerous," Lois said.

"Do you like danger?" Blaze's smile was still there. Lois found herself smiling back.

"I find it exciting. Some days are more dangerous than others." The reporter said. "Some people, too."

The half-smile grew a little wider, the dark eyes fixed on Lois. "Do you find me dangerous, Lois?"

Lois met the stare. "I think you might be far too dangerous. Especially tonight. Unless we take...precautions."

A hint of pink tongue appeared between the dickgirl's teeth...and then she opened the slim pocketbook she carried, and removed a trio of foil-wrapped magnum condoms.

"I hope you don't take this the wrong way. My main purpose tonight is to get to know you better," Angelica said. "But I thought, just on the very off chance something did happen..."

Lois pursed her lips, fighting a smile. "No promises."

"Of course not."

The car stopped at the dark bulk of the Metropolis Aquarium. Blaze held the door and led Lois, not to the main entrance, but around to the side.

"Atlantis has loaned the museum some of its treasures," Angelica said, as a guard answered at her knock and ushered them in. "Officially, the exhibit goes on next week...'The Underwater World'...but a friend owes me a favor, so we're going to see it before the crowds."

The guard led them through some administrative areas, and then opened a door to show them the main exhibit hall...and Lois heard the music.

Blaze offered her hand...and Lois took it. They moved through halls of glass, behind which furtive creatures of the deep swam. Some of these creatures, Lois knew, were nocturnal; and she saw fishes she could not name, long slender-bodied eels...there was a dark hall were bioluminescent jellyfish floated in serene majesty...and then they came to the Atlantean exhibit, set up in the main tank where an underwater walkway had been constructed so that Lois could see the manta rays swim above her.

They had reconstructed part of an Atlantean village. Coral-like structures that blended ancient Greek architecture with something else, forms and materials that had developed beneath the waves. One entire house looked like it had been hollowed from a gigantic pearl. They wandered through a typical Atlantean home, with its web-like nets for bedding, and the strange toilets, the hot rocks which cooked their food....and ended, at last, in the solemn shrine of Poseidon, an ancient statue encrusted with mollusks, a bearded patriarch that was half-man and half-fish, flanked by a bare-breasted statue of a woman.

Together, the pair of them stared at that somber chapel for a long time. It felt to Lois almost like they were desecrating some sacred space, and she found herself drawn close to Blaze, her head resting on the dickgirl's shoulder.

"She is Despoina, daughter of Poseidon and Demeter. Goddess of mysteries. Her proper name was revealed only to initiates of the cult. So greatly did they hold their secrets, that even today no one knows exactly what the central mysteries were. This is a shrine of secrets. Do you know the special thing about secrets, Lois?"

"They bind people together," the reporter said. She knew that well enough. There were few things that held people together like a shared secret. Lois had seen how desperately people clung together...the smiles on the faces of old married couples as they shared some private joke...and something about that place, and that music, and Blaze's hand on her hip in that lonely place...

"I'm not wearing any panties," Lois confessed.

"It's a dangerous day," Blaze whispered. "And we don't want to leave any evidence, do we?"

She slid the first condom out of her pocketbook...and Lois shivered as, moments later, she found her hands pushed up against the glass, her skirt hiked up to her waist as Blaze's condom-clad cock rubbed against her pussy, getting it nice and wet.

Crabs scuttled in curious patterns. One settled on the head of Despoina like a crown, and seemed to regard her with its dark, beady eyes. The reporter's breath fogged the glass as Angelica pushed inside of her...and as the music looped, Lois felt her fingers scrape against the glass. The slap-slap-slap of Blaze's nuts pounding against her pussy. The dickgirl's breath on her neck, one hand raised to cover the reporter's own, their fingers curling together...and Lois could hear herself pant...pant...

Angelica's hand slid down over her stomach to rub the reporter's clit, and Lois felt her thighs begin to shake. A shiver of trepidation went through her, knowing someone might come in and see them at any moment...but there were only the crabs and the dead-eyed statues facing them now...and with a terrible shudder Lois bit her lips and closed her eyes and bowed her head as she stifled a cry as her pussy clamped and spasmed in sudden, uncontrollable waves around that pounding prick...and a few strokes later it was Angelica who thrust hard, burying her cock to the hilt inside of her date. Lois felt the cock jump and jerk inside of her as the dickgirl came.

No mess. Blaze tied off the condom, Lois wiped her fingerprints from the glass with a bit of tissue. Somewhat loose-legged, they retraced their steps to where the guard was waiting to let them out, stopping only at the restroom to dispose of the evidence.

"It's a good thing," Lois said as Blaze held the door of the car. "You brought three. You're much more dangerous than I thought."

For the first time that night, Lois Lane saw Angelica Blaze's grin split her face...no Mona Lisa smile this, but a full and honest expression of sheer pleasure...and Lois grinned back. The night was young, and dark, and they shared a secret now...perhaps the first of many.