Curious

There was no zipper. Lois felt a scratch along the length of her spine, and then the latex prison just peeled apart. Angelica Blaze was right that Lois was literally steamed inside the suit. Her flesh was damp, her muscles weak. It was, she imagined, a bit like vigorous fucking in a sauna...she was very dehydrated, sweaty, fingers and toes pruned...but her ass didn't hurt as much as she thought it might.

Plus, she had questions.

Blaze lent an arm, and guided the reporter through a door in the back of the bathroom. There were showers there...much leaner than the bathroom they were leaving behind. Lois leaned on the dickgirl's arm and asked what was on her mind.

"So...do you fuck all the girls that come through here like that?"

The dickgirl chuckled. "I wish. Oh, I get my share of lovers, but few of them are as...exciting as all that."

"Do you remember their names?" Lois pressed.

Blaze said nothing as she led Lois to a shower...and the reporter was glad to see that the tiled wall included a wooden bench. The dickgirl turned on the water...cold as ice, but Lois leaned into it, mouth gaping to gulp down a mouthful. Blaze fiddled with the attachments.

There was a shelf in the wall, with natural sponges, a loofah, bottles of body wash and shampoo. The water gradually began to heat up, and the naked dickgirl came back with sponge and soap.

Lois listed off the names of the missing women. Blaze didn't even blink. Just tossed back her wet hair and began soaping up the reporter's soft, weak body.

"Yes, I loved them all...for a time. It all came down to business, after a while. We made a deal. They got what they wanted...and that was the end of that."

The reporter sat there. Blaze ran the rough sponge over the reporter's breasts...down over her flat stomach...and Lois opened her legs, giving Blaze access to her inner thighs, the damp wet patch of her pussy. After what they had just done, it felt like less of an intrusion than it might have been.

"What about what you want?" Lois asked. "Who are you, really? A functional hermaphrodite, who can do what you did with the cum...you're a metahuman, at least. So what did they get from you? What did you get from them in return?"

Blaze pushed the sponge in between the reporter's legs. She leaned close, and Lois could already see that the dickgirl's cock was hard again. Lois felt her face flush as the dickgirl rubbed the wet sponge against her pussy and clit.

"We've had a fun little night, Lois," Blaze whispered. "And if you'd like, we can leave it at that. Or I can give you all the answers you want. But there's a price..."