End: "If You Get Pregnant, The Night Is Free"

"Hmm, and here I thought I'd have to pay extra," Lois Lane said with a chuckle. Angelica Blaze's hands kneaded the reporter's ass, feeling the seed she'd pumped inside the reporter's pussy slowly slide out.

"Special offer," the dickgirl said. She smiled back. "Consider it an...investment."

"Hmm," Lois ran a finger around the escort's right nipple. "I bet that's how you get frequent customers. Get them hooked the first time, then get them coming back again..."

Angelica coughed. "I don't have any other customers."

She had the grace to sound embarrassed about it. Lois looked into those dark eyes. Post-climax clarity was setting in, and she began to process all the little details.

"You're not a real prostitute, are you?" The reporter said.

"Tonight would be my...first outing." Blaze said, returning the reporter's steady gaze. On television, the final credits to the Bride of Frankencock began to roll. Neither of them were paying much attention.

"A functional hermaphrodite." Lois said. "No adam's apple, no sign of breast implants," she poked the dickgirl's right breast. "You didn't just happen to put out your advertisement when I was feeling horny."

It wasn't a question.

"No," Blaze admitted.

Lois pushed herself up. The cock, despite just ejaculating, had only softened a little. The reporter reached back to feel the taut skin on the swollen balls. They felt bigger than normal for a human. Real breeder balls.

"I think," the reporter said, "you owe me an explanation."

Angelica's hands rubbed the reporter's thighs.

"I saw you enter the club," the dickgirl began. "You were looking for something."

"Four women have gone missing there, lately. The club was the common connection. I found an altar in the basement...an idol..." Lois Lane's gaze flicked over to the squat, gravid figurine. Her pussy began to squeeze the cock inside of her. Squeeze and relax, squeeze and relax...

"Lost souls, looking for a little pleasure," Angelica's lips twisted into a smile. "They're on a beach, down in Cancun. They will trickle back to their old lives in a week or two, a little wiser in the ways of the world, in the limits of the appetite for ecstasy and tequila. That was the deal."

"In exchange for what?"

"Service." Blaze said. "I needed them to disappear, suddenly and completely. It was the best way to attract your attention."

Lois Lane stopped. "You knew I would go down there?"

"Yes. Although I didn't know what you would do, exactly. When you took the idol...well, I played things by ear."

"You did all this...just to knock me up," the reporter wanted to hear the dickgirl say it.

"Oh no, Lois. I did all this just to make love to you. The possibility of impregnation was...well, I didn't allow myself that level of hope." The Mona Lisa smile relaxed into something a little more wan, a little too sad. "I guess I overplayed my hand. It's too bad...I've enjoyed our time together."

The reporter seemed to digest this little confession slowly. She nodded her head.

"That's good to hear. Because you're not through with me yet."

Blaze raised an eyebrow. "Come again?"

"Exactly. You wanted to knock me up...well, maybe I want that too. So you don't get to go march out of this room. Oh no. You're going to stay right here and fuck me until I'm tired, and then we're going to have a full interview and I'm going to get my story, and then you can fuck me again until I've had enough!"

Lois Lane loomed over her dickgirl lover. "Face it, Angie: you just hit the jackpot. If you thought this was going to be a one night stand, you have a rude awakening. We are not done until I am done with this dick. And if I get pregnant—which I fully intend to do—then you are going to have to keep fucking me and help me raise our child until I tell you to fuck off."

Angelica Blaze considered this. "Do I get a say in this?"

"Of course," Lois said as she leaned down, her lips hovering just above her lover's. "You can say 'yes, dear.' You wanted me, and now you've got me. And I am never, ever going to let you go."

Their lips met. Blaze's cock had been getting harder and harder throughout the reporter's speech, and now Lois Lane began to raise and lower her hips, her slit making sickening squelching noises as the sperm was churned up into a frothy mess inside of her cunny. Angelica Blaze's face was utterly unreadable, yet a little part of her could not help but think that though this turn of events was unexpected...it was not unwelcome.

Somewhere else, in some parallel universe, Lois Lane's night out might have ended with tears, or they might have parted never to see one another again. Now, utterly trapped beneath the bucking, heaving reporter, Blaze knew that in this universe...she had won.

Free, Blaze thought, allowing herself a smile. What will this night end up costing me?

Only time would tell.