End: That's A Wrap

"Cut!"

The cameras pulled back. The whole room released a breath, not afraid to get it on the microphones, began to chat. For half a heartbeat, Lois and Angelica were left on their own.

The dickgirl pulled off her lover's mask. Their lips met, not in any sort of ardent, carnal need, but soft and warm—a stolen moment, and Lois felt herself returning the kiss eagerly as the cooling spunk dripped out of her cunny.

Then the women were back, with lysol wipes and sponges. The costumes had to be cleaned, disinfected, used for other scenes. Before they pulled her away, Blaze smiled and whispered:

"I prefer cumming inside you without any masks."

Then they were pulled apart, and it was the boring part of things again. Lois stripped, the costume was clean, and one of the women took down her information so that she could get paid as Lois re-dressed in her club clothes. A part of her knew that she should wipe up the cum dripping out of her pussy, or at least put some kind of pad between her legs but...a part of her liked to feel it dripping down her thighs. Stupid, really, and she knew she'd pay for it later cleaning the pants.

It took a couple of hours for Lois to get her interviews. her smartphone had a voice-recording app, and a note-taking app. Lois was calm, efficient, smiled at the right moment, got all the data she needed for the article. A part of her was already thinking of what angle she would take—but that was tomorrow's problem. Something to sleep on.

Then they said their goodbyes, and that took a few minutes. Lois waved at the would-be porn stars, trying not to think that her pussy would one day be available for download, for men and women to masturbate to.

It's okay, Lane, she told herself. No one could see your face, no one knows it's you except them...and Angelica.

The dickgirl smiled at her. The night was getting old.

"I should get home," Lois said, suddenly feeling how tired she was. Her pussy ached, legs and hips and back realizing all at once how much exercise she'd gotten tonight.

Blaze held out her hand: "Yours or mine?"

There is was. Lois fel her heart skip a beat. She knew that Angelica wanted a relationship. Didn't want to let her go. It all seemed to be going so fast and yet...Lois thought about all the cum she had in her. The orgasms she'd had. How helpful Angelica had been. The way those dark eyes looked at her, hopeful as a puppy at the pound, asking to be taken home.

Lois took the hand in her own.

"My place," Lois said. "I need a change of clothes. I don't know if I'm up for any more lovemaking tonight."

Blaze smiled back. That damn Mona Lisa smile.

"A little sore? I know how to give erotic massage..."

Lois rolled her eyes. "Angie..."

"Or I could just eat your pussy for a while."

"Angie..."

"Come on, you can't tell me you don't want to wake up in the morning with my cock poking your cunt."

"Angie, stop!" Lois laughed.

The dickgirl smiled.

"Or we could just start picking out baby names. I told you twins run in the family, right?"

The grip of their hands tightened. Lois knew that Blaze was only half-kidding. And there was a lot to unpack there. Yet pregnancy, relationships, even morning sex were in the future. For right now, it was just the two of them, hand in hand, walking through a dark Metropolis that was, somehow, a little less lonely.

Somewhere, Superman was punching out a villain and saving the day. Batman sped through dark streets after a madman on the loose. Debbie Reynolds began to edit the raw footage the cameras had shot, soon to be too lost in the mix of angles and shots to notice the creeping wetness in her crotch. The world spun on, heedless of the subtle chemistry between two people.

Lois Lane closed the door of her apartment, Angelica Blaze looking around quietly at the modest rooms. Without waiting, the reporter began to strip out of her clothes; it was nothing that Blaze hadn't seen before, or might not see again.

"I need," the naked reporter said. "A shower. Want to scrub my back?"

The dickgirl gave a veritably demonic grin. No half-secret smiles this time.

"Are you sure?"

Lois bit her lip. The front of Angie's pants were already bulging. Her pussy was sticky and sore. She might really be knocked up at this rate, if she wasn't already from all the unprotected sex they'd had that evening. Yet it seemed that whenever Blaze got hard, Lois could feel herself get wet.

"Yeah," Lois Lane said, as much to herself as to her new love. "I'm sure."