Lois Wants To Play

"Let's play," the reporter said, and even to her the bravado in her voice felt ****, lacking energy, lacking drive. There was something in her that was missing, and Lois Lane wanted it back more than she wanted the next breath of air.

Blaze shuffled and dealt.

Lois: K♥ 10♠ 4♣ 2♦ 2♣

The reporter stared at the cards dispassionately. There was nothing to bet, because it was only her cunt and her soul at stake. Lois kept the King and the deuces, tossed the rest. Blaze kept three cards as well.

There was something triumphant in the demon's manner. She'd won, and now a quite smugness radiated out from her. The succubus was going to get everything she wanted, after all...

No games, no strategizing. They got their cards and showed their cards.

Lois: K♥ J♣ 2♥ 2♦ 2♣

Blaze: 7♥ 7♠ Q♦ K♣ 8♦

The reporter's pulse quickened, just for a moment. She had won...

The demon chuckled.

"That's one. Two more hands left. Maybe you'll be lucky and win your soul back tonight?"

The scarlet succubus leaned back and stroked her cock. "Or maybe tonight will be the first night I fuck you?"

Lois didn't respond. She let Blaze finish her little demonstration, then reach forward to shuffle and deal again.

Lois: K♣ 3♣ 6♥ Q♠ Q♦

Just play, Lane, Lois told herself. Don't get your hopes up. Don't let yourself hope...

She kept the face cards. Blaze discarded three, keeping only two. Normally that would be a sign of a weak hand...

Lois: K♣ 7♠ J♣ Q♠ Q♦

Blaze: J♠ 5♠ A♥ 2♦ J♥

I...won again, Lois thought, swallowing hard. She had given up on her pokerface; but she noticed that Blaze was no longer laughing and joking. One more hand...and if Lois won...

The reporter's palms itched. She had to win. The thought of getting fucked by Blaze was just...a part of her would rather die than submit to that. Only then Blaze would own her soul for all eternity. There had to be a way...

"I want to deal this hand," the reporter said, as the demon reached for the cards.

"What?" The scarlet succubus' own mask broke in surprise.

"I want to deal," the reporter said again, more firmly. "You've been dealing this whole time. If the game is on the up-and-up, there should be no problem with me dealing a hand, is there?"

The demon paused, her hands on the table, crimson fingers splayed across the green felt...and then she sank back, face carefully neutral.

"No, of course not. Anyone who cheated would, of course, automatically forfeit the hand, after all."

With that thread hovering in the air, Lois gathered the cards to her.