Lois Is Still In Control

"Bring me a bottled water," Lois said. "And some crackers or something. I don't want to drink on any empty stomach."

Whatever else Lois Lane might be, she wasn't a lightweight. She knew how to handle her liquor—which meant knowing when to stop, let her body process the **** she'd already consumed, and to keep her head clear. There was no point in pumping Angelica Blaze for information if the reporter couldn't remember any of it.

The waitress scurried off. Lois leaned back against the dickgirl whose lap she was sitting in, that hard cock still poking up between the reporter's thighs.

"So where were we?" she asked.

"I was about to go to the bathroom to take a piss," the dickgirl said. "Care to join me?"

Lois blinked. "You're serious?"

"Utterly," Blaze's hands slid under the reporter's knees, and she stood up. The reporter felt herself rise, the hard, hot cock still in between her legs. None of the people around them turned to look as Angelica carried Lois effortlessly toward the restroom.

"You're...stronger than you look," Lois said.

"Just how I'm made," Blaze said. "I don't even work out."

That sent off an alarm bell somewhere in the back of the reporter's brain. She couldn't feel any bulging muscles in the dickgirl's arms, didn't have the look of a bodybuilder...but she wasn't even staggering beneath the reporter's hundred and twenty-five pounds. That kind of strength wasn't necessarily superhuman, but...it could be.

The bathroom was white and blue tile, incredibly clean, small potted ferns placed here and there, dark wooden stalls like small private rooms...Lois doubted that anyone in an adjoining stall could even hear you tinkle.

Lois got the door to the stall, since Blaze's hands were full. It was surprisingly roomy inside, and private. The walls rose all the way up to the ceiling, where there was a glass-framed light fixture and a vent.

The dickgirl stood in front of the toilet, the cock jutting out at a ninety-degree angle with the weight of the reporter's pussy on it.

"I don't think this is going to work." Lois observed. "Unless you set me down."

"Or you could help me aim," Blaze countered.