Chapter 17 by Zeebop

What does Lois say?

"I'll Take Your Word For It"

Lois Lane **** herself to look away from the hard cock. She remembered her note, written to herself. Past-Lois telling Future-Lois to not have sex. Good advice, she hoped.

But what did Past Me know? Lois wondered. Was it just the roofies? I mean, that would be enough.

The reporter wished she could remember more of the night. She clasped her robe to cover up her exposed breast.

"I'm sorry," Angelica said. "Am I...I didn't mean to embarrass you, I just thought..."

"No, no, it's fine," Lois said out of instinctive politesse. She shook her head and **** herself to look Angelica in the eye. "Just still coming to terms with being roofied and all. It seems so surreal. You know I even wrote myself a note, telling myself not to have sex tonight?"

Lois gave a **** little laugh. Angelica's Mona Lisa smile grew a little wider, the eyes narrowed a little.

"Were you thinking about having sex?" She said. The dickgirl leaned forward, her balls on the table, the hard prick pointing out. "I mean, I wasn't trying to...I mean I absolutely would, but only if you were...never without your permission! I really didn't show up here for that, it's just that we were talking and I was just going to show you..."

"You did," Lois pointed out. She was still doing her best to avoid looking at the cock that hovered over her table. "It's fine, I just don't need to see how much you can ejaculate. Not tonight."

Angelica licked her lips, and Lois sensed the hesitation. It was so weird to be a grown up and dancing around the subject like this, but that was what adult relationships were like. Hesitation and desire, honest questions, fear of going too far.

"What if we...did something else? No sex. But maybe something that would both make us feel good?" Blaze said.

The reporter considered. She knew it was a bad idea, but it didn't seem like it would hurt to just hear the dickgirl out.

"What do you have in mind?"