Duck Into The Secret Door

Knowing she didn't have much time, Lois pulled the secret door open and slipped inside, pulling it shut behind her. It closed with the heavy click of a lock...and then lights came on, showing Lois where she was.

The room was larger than Lois had thought, little more than about fifteen feet on a side, with raised ceilings. There was a drain in the center of the floor, and bright studio lighting above, halogens buzzing slightly.

No furniture. Cameras were set up in three of the walls, behind heavy glass partitions. She looked back at the door where she had come in, but there was no visible lock or knob.

The place smelled clean...too clean...but Lois could see scratches on the glass, on the walls. What was this place? It looked like a film studio, but what kind of films? Lois had a sinking feeling she knew.

"Smile, Lois, you're on camera," Angelica's voice came over the speaker. "I'm so glad you've made it to my little playroom. And of your own free will."

"What is this?" Lois asked aloud. There were microphones up above, pointed down.

"Your debut," Angelica said. "A little video. Just for us."

The reporter set her mouth, searching the room for any possible means of escape. The ceiling was too high to jump...the walls too smooth to climb.

"I was hoping for more one-on-one time," Lois said, wondering what the dickgirl had planned for her.

"And you will get it," Blaze promised. "Go to the back wall."

There was a glass partition in the back wall too, but it was empty. As the reporter drew closer, she saw that there was a three-inch diameter hole in glass, just about at waist height...big enough to stick her arm through, although it didn't appear that there was anything which Lois could do from there.

"Take off your panties," the voice said. "And press your pussy against the hole."