Very Well

The shemale sighed, and almost seemed to shrink into herself, although her cock remained hard.

"You're going to hate me." Angelica's voice was sad.

"I'm not going to hate you. But I need to know. It's my job." Lois reached down and rubbed the shemale's urethra, gathering precum on the smallest finger of her left hand. "We can finish this afterwards."

A light came into Blaze's eyes. "You promise?"

Lois brought the wet finger up to her mouth and kissed it. "Pinkie promise."

"I suppose this means we have to get dressed."

They disengaged, Lois letting her lover pull back, and clambering onto unsteady legs. Their clothes were a bit the worse for wear...and Lois didn't even bother replacing her panties, just squeezing her legs back into her tight pants, going commando and letting her fresh-fucked puss press against the tight fabric.

Part of the reporter wondered if she had done the right thing, making such a promise. She had no idea what Angelica Blaze had actually done to the women—or what she was really capable of. Promises in fairy tales and fantasy tended to be very binding. Yet as she admired her lover from behind as she shimmied back into her clothing, Lois knew that she honestly did wish to continue their liaison.

Angelica wore a black one-piece dress that came to about mid-thigh; Lois wasn't sure how she normally handled her appendage but the shemale's hard-on made a notable bulge against the sheer material. She pouted, obviously frustrated at this turn of events. The reporter sidled up and handed her a small, folded black cloth.

"What's this?" Blaze brought it up to her nose to give them a sniff.

"My panties." Lois grinned. "As a little reminded of what you have waiting for you...after you show me the missing women."

Blaze sniffed deeper, then sighed. "Not women. Not anymore." She stuffed the panties carefully into a small purse. "Follow me."