To Get Laid

A passenger in her own body, Lois felt herself move. Eyes scanned the assembled women and settled here and there on a bare breast, a crotch...but moved quickly to the dark door that her daughter had come through to enter this club.

With one movement, the body of the reporter pushed back from the table and walked towards it, snagging her jacket and pulling it on so that it just barely hid her bare breasts. No one said anything her, though the reporter felt many eyes on her as she left the room, stalking forward in the long-legged stride that Lois had seen her mother use but had never managed to perfect herself.

They were almost at the door when a single bare arm barred the way.

Lois Lane's eyes flashed quickly to the shoulder it was connected to, then the face...a face Lois did not know, but something like the bust of Nefertiti, with a half-smile like the Mona Lisa...caught and held those dark eyes.

"Going somewhere?" The stranger purred.

"I want some dick, Blaze," Ella said. "Twenty years in hell. I want to get fucked."

"I thought as much," Blaze said, though she gave no indication of moving.

Lois wondered at this exchange. She could not, as she wanted to, look the strange woman up and down, to take in all the details of her appearance and whatever clues they might give her. Yet this woman knew her mother, knew that she was in Lois Lane's own body... Perhaps her mother's spirit had some subtler senses, but Lois could not see why her controlling parent did not simply duck under the door and escape.

"You can have all the dick you want right here," Blaze shot back. "My offer still stands."

The reporter felt her face pull into a grimace. Ella Lane had no intention of hiding her feelings.

"I've paid enough," she said.

"Have you?" Blaze's half-smile moved a little at the corners, just a touch wider. "And did you tell her about the last four women who paid the price for your little excursions?"

Lois felt her lips compress into a thin line. She listened close, aware now of a hint of strange exotic accent in Blaze's voice. What had her mother been up to? What was she still to do? Inside her tight pants, Lois Lane's pussy clenched hard on itself.

"You won't stop me," Ella said, in her daughter's voice.

"If you wish to leave, you have until midnight," Blaze said. Then those dark eyes flashed, and for a moment they were pure white, with no iris or pupil. "Stay with me, and there will be many midnights hereafter."