Drink It

Lois licked her suddenly dry lips. Angelica's eyes were a deep, dark invitation. Her whole being evinced easy confidence, challenging Lois...and the reporter was willing to meet the bartender at her own game.

Leaning forward, Lois pulled her black hair back with one hand, and tilted her head to meet Blaze's mouth...but not in a kiss. Her lips wrapped around that long pink tongue and slurped, the surprisingly familiar salty taste filling her mouth...and the reporter was going to let it go at that. Like a drunken dare back in university. To get further in with this strange woman, and find out what was really going on.

But as Lois released Blaze's tongue, the topless bartender leaned forward, and this time their lips did lock, the slimy precum coating the darker woman's lips pressing into Lois' own, so that she could smell the jizz. The tongue that wrestled with Lois' own was bold, but not invasive. It flickered against Lois' own, teasing, tasting, but never moved past Lois' own teeth...and yet it drew her tongue in, so that the reporter found herself exploring Angelica's mouth, her tongue running over surprisingly sharp teeth. The flavor reminded her of the ocean, salty but also mineral-laden...it was different from kissing a man, except once, when she had snowballed a guy, and they had swapped spit while his shared cum was in their mouths...yes, Lois realized, it was like that.

Lost in the sensation, Lois realized she had closed her eyes...and when she opened them, saw Blaze staring back at her with a knowing glare, eyes smiling.

The reporter broke the kiss...only to feel the edge of sharp teeth on her lower lip. Angelica smiled devilishly, just for a moment, just to tease, before releasing Lois.

"Did you like the taste?" the bartender said.

"It's familiar." Lois replied. "Do they know?" She nodded toward the room.

"Not most of them. Although they do like the cocktails better down here than upstairs. The ingredients are fresher." Blaze licked the precum off her lips, then dabbed at her face with a bar napkin. "Of course, it's much better straight from the source."

Angelica Blaze raised an eyebrow as she said this, and Lois was once again struck by the sense of challenge. This was a dare...a damnable dare...and anger and pride flashed through Lois mind, raising a small blush to her cheeks before cold reason tamped them back down. Her stomach rumbled.

A pass, of course. If Lois took her up on it, she could ask that they go somewhere more private...get Ms. Blaze alone and talking...or she could just keep questioning her here and now, not give in to the devilish woman's teasing wiles.