Chapter 18 by Zeebop

Who IS The Client?

Darkseid

Lois blinked. She couldn't possibly have heard that right.

"Darkseid—basically the alien despot of an entire planet of evil gods, who can go toe-to-toe with Superman—is in Metropolis looking for nookie?" The reporter couldn't keep the disbelief out of her voice.

"Makes your pussy wet, doesn't it?" Angelica Blaze said with a smile.

"I—" Lois started to deny it...and then felt the dribble down her bare legs. The slight tightness in her chest. Maybe it was the cocaine, but the idea of fucking a Superman-level villain...and maybe not dying...was something from Lois Lane's deepest, darkest wet dreams.

Not that she would admit it to anyone, not even her therapist, but all the damsel-in-distressing that Lois had done had left her with a weird set of sexual fantasies. The idea of getting that close to Darkseid...to feel those stony hands on her flesh...his cock pushing into her belly...she shuddered to think of it.

"I'll do it." Lois said.

"Capital," Blaze said. "He's due in exactly fifty minutes. So I want you to go into my private bathroom, get cleaned up...and ready."

To emphasize what she meant, the dickgirl opened the bottle of pills and tapped two into Lois Lane's hand.

"What are they?" Lois asked.

"5-U-93-R," Angelica said. "Very rare, very expensive. It'll make you as tough as Supergirl or Superman for a couple hours. Take both. Now go. Time's ticking."

Without a word, Lois wandered into the bathroom and shut the door. She looked at herself in the mirror. Lipstick smeared, mascara running, just-been-fucked hair, cum running down her thighs. A lot to clean up for a date night.

Lois stared down at the pills. The power of Superman, in her hand. How could she resist? The reporter filled a glass of water, swallowed the pills, and washed them down. Wondered when she would feel any different.

The shower was hot and quick. Her hand lingered between her legs as she washed the dickgirl's cum from her. Before the end of the night, she might be doing the same thing with the jizz of an evil god.

Or do I? Lois thought to herself. If I do have the power of a Kryptonian, I could just leave. Could Blaze even stop me? Not if I took her stash of super-****...

The reporter wrestled with the decision that could define her life.