Lacey Lane

Sledge strolled across the floor, shooting wide smiles all around him as the gathered guests turned to greet their host, and grabbed a glass of champagne from a tray being carried by one of the many waiters.
After exchanging pleasantries with some of the tycoons and politicians present in his large ballroom, Sledge found himself face to face with the Mayor.

“Welcome to New York,” Demonica smiled as she looked at Sledge in much the same way as how a starved person watches a piece of prime steak, and presented the top of her hand to Sledge, who kissed it, bowing before the disguised demoness.
“Thank you, it’s truly a pleasure to be here.” Sledge responded, doing his best to ignore the hardening of his cock as he gazed at the mayor’s voluptuous body, the swell of her massive bosom being accentuated by the low cut of her expensive blue dress.

Demonica was however not the woman that Sledge had decided to approach, and after a few minutes of small-talk, during which Sledge assumed the attitude of a somewhat gullible foreigner, eager to please the powerful and sexy mayor, he disentangled himself from the conversation and proceeded towards Lacey Lane.

“Miss Lane,” Sledge began, as he hooked his arm around hers and led her away from the small group of people with whom she had been socializing, “how would you feel about an interview?”
“Sure,” Lacey replied, having quickly shed off the surprise at having the tall stranger leading her across the floor, “though I’m a bit surprised that you know my name.”
“Oh,” Sledge offered the buxom journalist a winning smile, “it’s hard not to have heard of someone as successful and skilled as you. I found your article on the remnants of the Irish Mod in Hell’s Kitchen particularly informative.”
“Thank you.” Sledge’s flattery caused Lacey to smile, and the red-haired reporter now took a long and thorough glance at his tall, muscular frame, and apparently liked what she was seeing, for her smile widened further.

Sledge led Lacey to the arboretum, which was located just outside the ballroom, sticking out on the side of the sky-scraper and which consisted of a glazed balcony, with even much of the floor being transparent, allowing one to look directly down on the street far below one’s feet.

Behind him, Sledge heard the doors shut, and mentally triggered the spells which sealed them and shielded the arboretum from being monitored by any outsiders.
“I’m sorry,” Lacey grinned at Sledge as he led her to the tiled area around a pond, surrounded by various specimens of exotic vegetation, “but I didn’t realize that you wanted to do the interview right now. I haven’t even got my notepad with me.”
“No time like the present,” Sledge said, “and your notepad won’t be necessary.”
“Oh,” Lacey now looked a lot more suspicious, “and why is that?”

Looking at how her large tits strained the thin fabric of her backless white dress, the slit of which left her right leg completely bared, Sledge could barely wait to get Lacey out of it and see her naked, not to mention feel what it was like to slide his cock past her ripe ruby lips or into her pussy or asshole.

“Because I have a proposition for you,” Sledge admitted, “one which would be beneficial to the both of us.”
“I’m listening.” Lacey replied.
“As a journalist, you must certainly have a lot of information that you can put into print, unless you want the mayor and her cronies to come gunning for you.”
“Right.” Lacey took a step away from Sledge, looking down at the pond.
“So why not share that information with me, and I’ll do something about it.”
“Yeah?” Lacey faced Sledge once more, “like what?”
“Say that you find out that the mayor is involved in running ****. Tell me about it, and I’ll bust the operation wide open, and let you be the first to write about it, with inside-info from me.”
“What, you’re going to fight crime? That’s crazy!”
“It probably is, but the police in this aren’t doing it, and somebody probably should.” Sledge said, “Do we have a deal?”

Lacey remained silent for several seconds, turning her head down and crossing her arms. Finally, the pouting of her mouth turned into a determined grin, her eyes gazing straight at Sledge’s
“Fine,” Lacey said, “it’s a deal.”
“Good!” Sledge gave her a satisfied smile.

“And you know,” Lacey stepped closer to Sledge, “we don’t have to get back to the banquet just yet.”
With that, she smiled naughtily and cupped Sledge’s cock through his pants, her mouth actually dropping when she felt how big it was.