Chapter 19 by Zeebop

How Does Blaze Reward Lois For That?

Play With Her Ass

Lavender scented fingers ran down the crack of the reporter's ass. The black hair on the reporter's head were already platinum-white, but the chemicals were moving down into the roots, and Lois stared forward as the thoughts emptied from her head.

"Oh!" she sat up a little straighter as Angie's sudsy fingers touched her asshole.

"Plenty of women bleach their assholes these days," the woman's voice seemed to echo in the reporter's skull. "It's not weird."

"Not weird," Lois repeated.

"You have to take care of your asshole, you know." Lois stiffened as one finger pressed against her rectum hard...not hard enough to penetrate, just an uncomfortable pressure. Slowly, Lois let out a breath. The steam in the shower made it so hard to see...to think...her body relaxed...and then the finger breached her, and Lois stiffened again.

It didn't move. Stayed stock still. Angie Blaze had her other hand on Lois's shoulder, to hold her in place.

"What did I just tell you?" Angie said.

"I...I have to take care of my asshole," Lois said, mechanically.

"Very good! That's right. You need to take good care of it. Keep it clean and ready for use." Angie began to move her fingertip, not moving it any deeper or taking it out, but moving it back and forth. Lois instinctively tightened her ass in response to the stimulation, but slowly she learned to relax...loosen up...let Angie's finger stir her up.

"It's okay, isn't it?" Angie said. "We're both women, after all. And you like women."

"I like women," Lois repeated. She blinked. Saying it seemed to make it more real. The bleached-blonde reporter decided to try and say it again. "I like women."

Lois felt better about that. More confident.

"So it's okay?"

"It's okay," Lois said. She blinked, and forgot for a moment what "it" was.

"It's okay?" She said, her voicing rising in inquiry.

"Anal sex is okay," Angie assured her. "You like playing with your ass."

"I like playing with my ass." A thought rose up inside Lois Lane's mind. "I need to take care of my ass!"

"That's right," Angie soothed. "And to take care of it, you need to play with it regularly."