Lois Could Date. And Fuck.

The reporter batted her eyelashes. Getting close to the madam wasn't necessarily a bad idea. Maybe she could parlay this into a tour of the "facilities" and find the missing women that way.

"Every relationship should be rooted in honesty, however," Blaze said, hugging the reporter close to her, cock stirring up the sticky depths of her fresh-creamed cunt. "Why don't we start with your real name?"

Lois hesitated. Her reporter-senses were telling her there was a bit of danger here. Something told her a lie would not go over well.

"Lois Lane," she said, searching those dark eyes for any hint of recognition.

"Lois," Blaze tasted the name in her mouth. "Nice to meet you."

"Is your name really Blaze?" The reporter asked.

"That is one of my names. I've had many. You may call me Angelica," the lips twisted in a secret smile.

"Angie," Lois said.

The smile wilted a little.

"What?"

"If you're my girlfriend, you're Angie." Lois insisted. She leaned in, rubbing her breasts against Blaze's. It surprised her how easily she was falling into the "girlfriend" mindset. There was always that particular intimacy between two people...it had been a long time since Lois had felt it. She wondered how long it had been for her dickgirl counterpart.

"Angie" Blaze seemed to consider this.

"Okay," she said. "But only you."

"Do you really run this whole place?" Lois asked, innocently.

"Yes, the brothel and the club upstairs." Angie confirmed.

"I want to see it," Lois said.

Blaze blinked. "See what?"

"The brothel. The operation. Where the magic happens," the reporter leaned close and nuzzled the dickgirl's neck. "I want a tour. You wouldn't deny your girlfriend that, would you?"

"No-o..." Blaze said, cock throbbing inside of her "girlfriend." "No, I suppose not..."