A Homecooked Meal

"Uh...yeah," Angelica blushed. "I uh...I don't...know how to cook."

"It's okay. We can go back to my place," Lois reached over and whispered into her lover's ear. "I do a mean breakfast."

There was a blur of clothes. The reporter remembered watching Blaze squeeze into a black miniskirt that didn't quite hide the bulge of her cock. Some mumbled excuses to the staff, and then following that bouncing ass up the stairs. The cool kiss of the night air, the dark mass of her lover's hair like a piece of the night itself beneath the moon as they waited for the taxi.

A short ride through Suicide Slum, the cabbie dodging thrown beer bottles and potholes. Lois slid her hand over to rest in Blaze's lap. Just resting. To feel the warm mound of the monster trapped within. Angelica's heart beating through the thin fabric. The shemale licked her lips.

"Do you want to..." she began.

"Not yet," Lois said. "Wait."

The meat grew and shifted beneath Lois' hand, but Blaze obeyed. Never lifted a finger, never said a word. Her chubby half-erection spoke volumes. The doorman gave a quiet smile as he held it open for "Miss Lane and her guest." And in the elevator, going up...

Lois waited for the doors to close, before she pressed her body against Blaze's own. Her mouth found that crooked angle, the hollow of the shemale's neck and throat, and latched onto it, sucking gently. There was a fierce heat radiating from Angelica, and the erection was pushing up the taut fabric of the miniskirt, hiding nothing. One of the reporter's hands slipped under her lover's shirt and found a nipple...

The elevator rang, the door open. Lois disengaged herself, moving swiftly through the doors. Blaze followed behind, painfully erect cock clearly visible through her skirt, following Lois with a hungry look in her eyes.

The reporter didn't even look back. She could feel the feral bitch stalking her. Lois smiled to herself, careful to hide it from Blaze. Her pussy was already gooey and dripping, but she wanted something more than another quick fuck—and she was a good enough cocktease to know that her lover-for-the-evening was almost ready to give it to her.