"Sorry..."

Lois shook her head, knowing how bad that sounded. Her she was, naked, touching a dick, and she could feel the heat in her body, between her legs. Yet that warning she had written down before was haunting her...or maybe it was the ****, or the last lingering remnants of whatever **** that Angelica said that guy had slipped her.

"I didn't...I didn't meant to get your...hopes up," Lois smiled weakly, knowing she hadn't meant "hopes" at all. "In the heat of the moment, I just...um...but I mean after everything else tonight, I probably shouldn't."

"Hey, hey, it's okay! Really!" Angie smiled, easily, a shy Mona Lisa grin like a woman with a secret. "But um...we can do other things, maybe?"

There was a hopeful hint to her voice. Lois felt a tickle of curiosity as to what the "other things" might be.

"I mean, I have to take care of this anyway," Blaze gestured with both hands down at her hard phallus. A dollop of pre-cum was beading her urethra. "And I wasn't kidding about the double-shot thing. Maybe I could...show you?"

Lois was slightly taken aback at the suggestion. It wasn't like it would be the first time that she'd seen someone ejaculate before—and a part of her really didn't think Blaze could fill up one shot glass, much less a double shot-glass. And it wasn't sex, really...

The reporter grinned as she realized she was already talking herself into it.

"Okay, just a sec."

Still naked, she stepped over to the glasses cabinet and pulled out a double-shot glass inscribed with a longhorn—souvenir from her last trip to San Antonio—and placed it on the table.

"Do you need anything else?" Lois said, feeling once more like a bad host.

"I've got the subject in hand," Blaze smiled back...and then there was a little twinkle in her eye, as she lifted her heavy sack onto the tabletop. "Although this might take a little while unless you want to give me a hand...not sex! Just, you know, if you want to help."

Lois kept her face neutral. She could feel the nagging obligation again. As long as it wasn't sex...and the cock seemed painfully erect now, and that was all her fault, leading the dickgirl on, flashing her boob, then undressing...the least she could do was to make sure Blaze didn't end the night with blue balls.

The reporter realized she was already talking herself into things again.