Epilogue: Lois Lane's Day Out

Lois Lane closed her eyes against the bright sunlight of a Metropolis morning. The sound of traffic assailed her ears. She staggered to a half, Angelica Blaze's hand still circled about her wrist, suddenly nauseous and off-balance. Her head pounded, and she could feel the vibration of the cars going past through the sidewalk and up her legs.

"I don't know how much I'll be up to for a date," Lois said. "I'm still...pretty hungover."

"No worries, sweetmeat," Blaze said as she gently tugged the reporter's wrist. Lois let her eyes open a little and saw there was a cab waiting for them. "We're going somewhere that will help you feel a lot better."

They sat, side by side. Lois laid her head back, eyes closed. Let herself become the pounding in her head, the roiling in her guts, the sticky throbbing in her pussy.

I can't believe I did that, Lois thought. To get drunk and have a one-night stand...and with this...shemale...it's so out of character!

There were other things to think about too. STDs. Pregnancy. Her reputation, if that video got out. Lois didn't want to think about the headlines the Daily Planet's rivals would run.

Traffic in Metropolis ebbed and flowed...and then Angelica's fingers slid upon the reporter's wrist, and Lois almost jerked it away...

"We're here," the dickgirl said, bemused at Lois Lane's reaction. Lois Lane's hand found the door lever, opened it...and stared at the entrance to Zonker's Blazin' Spa.

Angelica held the door for Lois, and they went from bright sunlight to cool, air-conditioned subdued lighting, black marble, ferns...and a strange smell that was oddly rank yet familiar.

"We're here for the day package," Blaze said.

"Of course," the young man at the desk said.

Lois looked around, as Blaze handled the transaction. There were fossilized plants in the black marble...and the "ferns" she saw weren't ferns at all, but bushy little tree-like things with five-pointed leaves...and the reporter's eyes went wide as she realized what it was.

"Would you like an edible?" The young man said. He held up a small plate with a handful of small, soft black lozenges, coated with sugar. Blaze reached over and snagged one. "They help with hangovers."

Lois hesitated...and then grabbed one and bit into it. Licorice-flavored, but with something underneath, something she hadn't really tasted since her days at university. It hit her empty stomach like a lump, but Lois didn't feel any immediate effect.

"Right this way, ladies." The attendant said.

Which is how, a few minutes and a quick shower later, Lois found herself sliding into a mud bath, with a facemask of CBD oil plaster on, cucumber slices on her eyes, a lit joint in her hand. Floating in body-warm mud, taking the occasional puff from the reefer, holding it in her lungs...the hangover headache hadn't completely vanished, but for a little while all was right with the universe...and Angelica Blaze, to her credit, said nothing, though Lois could feel and hear her not far away, getting the exact same treatment.

By the time Lois had finished her joint, they were helped out of the mud, washed clean, and then laid on massage tables side-by side. Lois gasped as the hot rocks were placed on her back...and then sighed, feeling the tension ease out of her. In moments, the rocks were removed, so as not to burn her. Strong, knowing hands then began to take her apart, muscle by muscle, piece by piece, and Lois was utterly limp and pliant, almost boneless by the time she was finished. Maybe it was the weed, but she didn't even mind when the hot oil was dripped on her naked breasts, or the hands stroked her ass and inner thighs...but, no happy ending. They were, after all, professionals. Which left Lois unaccountably horny.

The spa day ended with Lois and Blaze in fluffy white robes, getting their hair washed, a manicure, letting their feet soak in small tubs of water where tiny fish nibbled at their cuticles. They'd lit another joint for Lois, and she was well lit now, she knew. Everything seemed to have a pleasant, rosy glow about it, deep thoughts came easily, and her throat was very, very dry.

As they left, Lois felt better than she had in weeks...and her stomach rumbled. Angelica caught her elbow and steered the slightly intoxicated reporter up the street. There was a sushi bar there, the dickgirl whispered, where you could eat the sashimi off of a naked young woman. Intrigued, Lois followed her lead...

Tongue loosened by the marijuana, Lois talked. About her life, her dreams, her work. Blaze spoke more hesitantly, revealing less of her own life, but deeply interested in everything that Lois said. There was a young woman, her nipples and labia carefully and hygienically covered, but she smiled as Lois Lane's chopsticks picked a roll off her smooth stomach, and it might have been the reporter's imagination but she might have heard their serving-dish gasp as the reporter pulled a piece of sushi off of the young woman's nipple using only her lips.

Smoke, and talk, made Lois thirsty. Blaze ordered beer...and that led to hot saké...and then something called shōchū which burned on the way down and spread the most wonderful warmth in her stomach...

It was dark when they left, and Lois was leaning on Angelica's arm for support. The dickgirl took Lois home to her apartment...and buzzed as Lois was, she couldn't remember even giving Blaze the address. Once in the door, Blaze stooped to kiss her goodnight...and the drunken reporter pressed her body against Angelica's, feeling that hard shaft press against her belly. Their tongues twined, explored one another...and Lois wondered if this was what it was like last night, when her inhibitions were lowered, and Blaze was so hot.

"Huh...huh...huh...hah!" Lois humphed and gasped as she was on her back on her own bed, that wonderful cock stretching her cunt almost to the point of pain, but Lois was so wet and slick it slid in easily, hitting deep, Blaze showering kisses all over her body, clutching onto Lois as if afraid she might disappear any moment...and over Blaze's shoulder, Lois saw her own laptop open, the red light indicating the webcam was on, recording her getting balled...and then Blaze grunted and thrust deep...and when she pulled it out, the reporter saw a viscous black goo drip off the end of the swollen prick.

The swollen balls were resting on her chest, the cock drooping in an arch, the cum-smeared head pressed against her lips...and absently Lois opened her mouth and started to suck on that swollen cockhead, tasting her own tart pussy mixed with the bitter jizz...and in her last sober thought of the night, she realized that this was becoming a very bad habit.