Honestly, But Vaguely

"I...just got out of prison," the dark-haired dickgirl said, choosing each world carefully. "My twin brother and I, we're not Americans. We're not...normal."

"I guessed as much," Lois said, as she slipped her shoe off under the table. "Not many functional hermaphrodites around here. So you're metahumans. What were you in prison for?"

The reporter raised her leg...and Angelica Blaze almost jumped as the reporter's toes slid along her leg. Working by touch, Lois found the dickgirl's knee, traced across the thigh, and settled by getnly pressing against the dickgirl's bulge.

"We...we were born there. Our mother, she...slept with someone important. Her people were always treated as criminals, outcasts...so we grew up there. It is possible to get out, but never...through normal channels, you understand? We weren't released. I'm not on parole." The dickgirl rubbed her lips as the ball of Lois Lane's foot pressed against her own big balls. "So I came here and set up my business. It's not legitimate, but not...too illegal. I've had some run-ins with people here in the United States. Not law enforcement, but the...caped crowd. I was hoping to avoid that, this time."

"And get laid," Lois observed. The toe of her foot found the tip of Blaze's cock poking out of the waistband of her pants. Angelica leaned forward so that the tablecloth would cover it.

"Well...yes. I was having fun. No harm in that, is there?" Angelica said.

"No," Lois said. "But something tells me you want more than just fun. Maybe you're tired of running. If you wanted to go straight...clean up your act...I've got contacts in the superhero community. I might be able to help you."

The dickgirl's lips drew into a tight line, and Lois wondered if she had gone too far...in truth, she was impressed that Blaze had opened up like this, even though the reporter knew she wasn't telling her everything. There was something about that tragic past that intrigued Lois...

...and then the food arrived, a single great oblong tray of spaghetti, surrounded by mussels and clams, topped with mushrooms and fresh-grated parmesan. Lois let her foot fall down.

"Let's eat. We can talk more, after dinner. I want to hear a bit more about your more...intimate history. And I'll tell you a bit of mine."