I Want You

The words shocked Lois. She had been expecting...something else. Something about Superman, maybe, or to conquer the planet. Not something so personal. Yet Blaze wasn't finished.

"I've been watching you. Reading your columns. Following your investigations. You have such a passion for what you do, it comes through in everything you touch," Lois felt the stiff rod pressing against her pussy, but did her best to ignore it, focusing on maintaining eye contact with Blaze. This interview was too important to get distracted.

"I'm surprised you didn't start by complimenting my eyes," Lois poured the irony on thick.

"You are a beautiful woman," Blaze's hands spread on the table, as though she was clawing at something invisible. "Yet all women have attractive features. I'm talking about something more...ephemeral. The real you, not this shell, lovely as it is. Your soul. Fierce. Vibrant." The red woman licked her lips. "Pure."

Lois gritted her teeth, shifted a little in her seat—and instantly regretted it. Her "chair's" knees might not be comfortable, but moving just rubbed her exposed pus across the throbbing erection she was straddling. The added simulation was a distraction she didn't need right now.

"I'm not that pure." The reporter's mutter was almost instinctual. "Not since my first prom."

"Do you really think a torn hymen means anything to the denizens of hell?" Blaze stuck out her tongue, long and pink, and waggled it at Lois. "In fact, I like women with a little experience." The demoness leaned in close. "I like it when a woman thinks she knows what it is to make love, but has never been fucked properly. To help them tear down the walls of prudery that they have built up inside their own minds, and help them experience things they had never dared to dream of. To guide them as they lose one virginity after another, not even knowing what they had failed to experience..."

Despite herself, Lois could feel the words hit home within her. What grown woman hasn't had fantasies she knew she would never experience in real life? Seen or read some erotic act which she would never in a lifetime be able to act out? Yet the reporter knew that this seductive talk was just the wind-up for Blaze's pitch, and Lois already knew what was at stake.

"Do you tell that to all your conquests? I can see it working well on bored housewives and college students—like the women that disappeared from the club earlier. Tell me...what did you do to them?"