Lois Knocks On Blaze's Door

Keep it in your pants, Lane, Lois told herself.

The reporter knocked, then listened. She had an idea...

"Come in!" A voice called. Female, bit of a strange accent. Lois grasped the handle and pushed.

Lush blue carpet. Real wood paneling. Framed erotic prints on the walls, all devils and women. A massive slab of a desk was at the far end of the room, and behind it a statuesque woman in a gray pinstripe power-suit, dark eyes flashing, black hair wild and spilling to her shoulders.

"Are you the manager?" Lois said.

"Yes." The woman replied, her face carefully neutral.

Lois shut the door behind her and stared the demon—for she knew this was a demon, for all that she looked human, because the cock was stirring in her pants despite the smack she had given it earlier—in the eye.

"I have a complaint about the service in this establishment. Now I've paid good money and so far none of your employees can handle me. That is completely unacceptable."

Lois Lane was doing her best to channel her inner Karen. She stalked forward, swaggering and self-assured, projecting as much entitlement as she could muster...and she could see and feel the demon's eyes take in the reporter's odd toga-and-jacket getup, the bulge between the reporter's legs still visible as the dickgirl reporter moved.

Blaze raised an eyebrow.

"Really. They refused service?"

"The worthless cunts couldn't handle me!" Lois said. "Now I don't know what kind of operation you're running here, but I came down here to bust my nut and one of your bitches is going to be my cum dump!"

The demon's mouth curled up at the edges. Even in her human guise, there was something devilish about Blaze. Just an aura of barely-concealed power and assurance.

"Why don't you lay it out on the desk so that I can see what we're working with," Blaze said. "I can assure you, if none of my girls are up to it, I'll be happy to handle your case myself. Everyone gets what's coming to them behind the Black Door."

Stiffening her spine, Lois Lane shifted her toga—and unleashed the demonbreaker. It was not fully erect—and, Lois was glad to see, looked like a normal human penis in everything except size. Even half-hard, however, it was still eight inches long and nearly two inches in diameter. Most human men couldn't measure up to that when hard. The reporter laid the cock on the edge of the desk, hoping that it would hide the swollen sack with all her testes.

Blaze licked her lips. "Yes, I do believe I see the problem...and fortunately I have a solution."