Lois Makes A Counteroffer

"I think such a clever tongue as yours could find a better use," Lois replied, batting her eyes.

Angelica Blaze smiled. "Is that an invitation?"

"If you want it to be. Maybe there's somewhere more private where we could...talk?" Lois locked eyes with the bartender. Both women knew what they were really saying—and the reporter wasn't above using a few feminine wiles if it got her some answers.

Angelica led Lois to a wooden door in the back of the room labeled "W.C.," which was unlocked with a small, old-fashioned metal key that appeared in the shemale's hand as if by magic.

A fancy word for a bathroom, Lois said to herself...but then she stepped through the door into...somewhere else.

Lois blinked, the night air suddenly cool and dry against her skin. The moon was out, ripe and full, and all the stars of the milky way hung up above. The reporter looked around and saw that she had just stepped through the door...which hung in the air, without frame or support...and a short ways away across clean, white sand was a large divan under a silken canopy.

"This...isn't a water closet." Lois tried to sound confident, but she was currently a bit lost for words. Her heels sank into the soft sand, so she stepped out of them, leaving them neatly beside the door. Blaze stepped back and took the reporter's hand, leading her toward the divan.

"No," her voice was quiet, eyes flashing in the darkness. "It stands for warp chamber."

The wind picked up, soft and cool, and Lois shivered...and then Angelica's hands were on the shoulders of her jacket, and the reporter shivered for a different reason.

"I suppose I knew for a while that you and that place were...different." The reporter spoke as calmly as she could.

"The Black Door is a toehold into your realm...but there are others." Blaze smiled, her hands playing at the waist of Lois' pants. "Do you not like it? I thought you might enjoy the privacy. Just you...and I...and the moon up above."

Something howled in the distance, but right now the reporter was focused on how Angelica was pulling at Lois' pants, tugging them down over her ass, bringing her black lace panties into view.

"Do you take all your dates here?" Lois joked.

"No." Blaze was on her knees in the white sand, her chin almost level with the reporter's crotch. Only a thin, gauzy layer of black lace between them as Lois' pants hung around her thighs, slid down to her knees, over her calves... "You are the first."

Lois stepped out of the pants, and the shemale laid her cheek against Lois' belly, rubbing it gently, almost an act of worship...but her long, thin fingers undid the ties that held the black lace underwear in place, carefully unfolding them from between Lois' legs so that the reporter's pussy stood bare.

In her chest, Lois' heart began to thump. She didn't feel out of control of the situation—and with a sudden blush, she realized that at least a part of her had expected this, wanted it even, ever since she had riposted Angelica's offer. But she wanted to know who and what was about to eat her pussy...and what happened to the missing women.

On the other hand, it couldn't hurt to...indulge for a bit... Lois mused.