Chapter 9 by Zeebop

Who Is It?

Zatanna

Three inch heels gave way to fishnets, the slim strong legs muscled like a dancer's. The bikini bottom was just a flash of black beneath the tuxedo coat, and over it rose a small white corset that accentuated the generous swell of breasts. White tie and black top hat, black hair and black lipstick, eyes that flashed like a thunderstorm.

Lois had seen her pictures on a thousand posters. The centerfold to every book of magic; Penn & Teller would sell their souls to know the secrets up her meticulously perfect sleeves, David Copperfield would be sawn in half to assist her for a single show in Las Vegas. There were many women that claimed mystery as their birthright, who cultivated an air of mystique, but there was only one that was actually mystical...whose name itself was enough to conjure a thousand sighs of passion and frustrated lust.

"Zatanna Zatara," the reporter breathed.

"Lois Lane," the witch answered, with just a hint of a vaudeville accent. "'scuse me for a minute, cutie. Got a little business to attend to."

Zatanna clicked forward in her heels and stood over the prostrate demon.

".lleh ot kcaB"

Lois could see the effort in her face, the way her vocal cords writhed in her throat. Even though spoken at little more than a whisper, the witch's words seemed to carry and echo, even though that was not possible in the underground space.

The pale blond body seemed to shrivel in on itself. There was no evidence of bones as the flesh shrank in on itself, until there was only a green and white costume, limp and empty...except for one lump, which thrashed and spun.

"Damn, thought I said that correctly. He's a tricky one." Zatanna edged forward and toed the clothes, and a familiar pale penis flopped out. The shaft and balls ended with a rounded bulb of smooth flesh, and the member sprang past the magician, arcing its body and dancing like a fish out of water.

Zatanna turned quickly as it sprang between her legs—when Lois' own foot caught the disembodied demonic dick in mid-jump, and pinned the spongy organ to the concrete floor.

"Thanks," Zatanna said.

"Don't mention it," Lois said, then added. "Cutie."