Chapter 10 by Zeebop

How Does Tyrell Respond?

"I Can Do Better Than That..."

He paused, chewing the inside of his cheek, sucking in his lips. Lois had known people like this during interviews...how they wanted to talk, but whatever they had, they'd made themselves keep it secret for so long they had to sweat it out of themselves. She laid a hand on his thigh, hoping the human contact would help him...and was surprised when her fingers found a hard roll in his pants, too thick and long to be a roll of quarters...

The waitress brought new drinks. He raised his glass expectantly, and with her free hand Lois raised her glass. They clinked in silent salute, and Lois politely sipped the slimy grey cocktail with its odd flavor.

"I know who's supplying the ****," Tyrell said, after she swallowed. He licked his lips. "She's...she's not human. One of them metahumans. You know. A supervillain."

Lois felt her pulse quicken. Her fingers traced the size and shape of his erection through his pants. A part of her knew that black men really weren't any more well-endowed than any other race, but her fingers were doing the mental calculation compared to her old boyfriends, and she was a little impressed. Tyrell, at least, was bigger than normal.

"She," Lois said. "Does she have a name? Is she here?"

He stared at his drink. Not wanting to lose the connection with him, Lois took another sip of her own cocktail. She was feeling the blush come to her cheeks now, the slightly pleasant lightheadedness that came with the first stages of being drunk. Still, as long as she didn't overdo it, maybe got a glass of water or something else in her stomach soon, she could still operate.

"Blaze," Tyrell said. He sipped his own drink. "Her name's Blaze. She has a loft, upstairs....sometimes she takes some of the women up there. I think she likes bimbos too. I been up there...three times. To deliver them. I've seen her sell some pills from up there..."

"How much?" Lois said. She thought about how much cash she had on her. She laid her whole palm on his cock and began to stroke the cloth-covered shaft. "I've got a couple hundred bucks. We could go up there, make like I'm going to buy, you're just making the introductions..."