Sexily

Lois Lane knew that she had to strip—and that she could make a statement in doing so. To embrace her sensuality, or to play the victim. She chose to embrace it.

So she turned her back to Blaze and bent low, feeling the demon's eyes on her ass as she slowly slipped the pants over the curve of her ass. Let her hips sway to invisible music as she peeled the tight fabric away inch by inch, letting Blaze admire every centimeter of her butt, her thighs, her shapely calves...and turned to sit on the floor, to kick the pants off her feet.

The reporter held her legs together, hiding her pussy, just for the moment. Reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra. Holding on hand in front of her breasts to cover her nipples, Lois slipped the straps off her shoulders. With a quick bit of legerdemain, the reporter switched arms, so that now her right hand held her breasts against her chest, and the left hand was fully extended, holding her bra...and then the wind whipped that way too.

Lois stood up, left hand covering her pussy, right arm across her nipples. With exaggerated slowness, she drew her left hand up, fingers spread...no longer covering her pussy, but framing it, forcing the lips to part just a little bit, flashing Blaze a glimpse of the pink inner folds.

The demon's eyes were fixed, entranced. her face was hard to read in the darkness, but Lois could tell her nipples were hard.

Now, she thought. to reel her in...

The reporter had thought hard about her next question. She needed to heighten the sexual tension, to move Blaze to distraction. To the point where the demon would do anything...give anything...in return for release. Lois knew she was nearing a line she had drawn for herself years ago...but also knew four women's lives and souls were on the line.

"How would you fuck me?"