Chapter 13 by Zeebop

Does Lois Lane have a better idea?

Nope; Lois Seduces A Barmaid

The waitress brought some drinks. Shiny black hair in curls. Pink skin, pug nose, tiny little black horns, and just the hint of fangs protruding from her lower jaw over her full, generous mouth. Large breasts, their size and shape accentuated by a kind of black bodice tied with red laces. A skirt so short Lois could see that she was shaved. She bent over to put the glasses on the table, and the reporter almost had to put Black Alice's eyes back in her head; the young woman had no chill.

"There's a problem with our order," Lois said. She lightly grabbed the waitress's wrist and looked the demon in the eye. They were pure white, without pupil or iris. "It doesn't have your number."

The lips split into a grin. Lois imagined there were quite a few people that would be scared off by those fangs. Every tooth was filed to a point.

"You couldn't afford me," the woman's voice was higher pitched than Lois would have guessed.

The reporter reached into a pocket and laid a hundred on the table.

"Does this look like your number?" Lois said. "My girlfriend and here just want to know when you get off."

The eyes widened a bit. Lois leaned forward a little. Stirred her drink with a finger. She guided the hand onto the hundred-dollar bill and let go. The hand slid back.

"Fifteen minutes," the waitress said. "Then meet me in the bathroom."

Lois smiled. She picked up her glass.

"Drink," she told the young woman by her side. "Slowly, but drink. We have a contact."