Promise To Get Her Off Later

The reporter sighed. She needed whatever info the dickgirl had and couldn't afford to alienate her...but she wasn't going to whore herself out just for a lead, either. It was time to compromise.

"Look. Help me out on this, and I'll help you get off," Lois said.

"Any way I want?" Angelica said.

The reporter had a sinking feeling in her guts. "We'll talk about it. There's some things I might not be comfortable with after my...close call, earlier tonight. But I'll help you blow your load. After we investigate whatever you have for me."

The dickgirl frowned, probably trying to decide how far to push her luck—and Lois wondered herself how far she might go, if pressed. It would be hard to throw Angelica out, now that she was already in the apartment. If it came to a fight, Lois might be in real trouble...

The dark eyes narrowed. "What if I help you find the women tonight? What if I could take you right where they are?"

Lois cocked an eyebrow. "You know? Then why haven't you gone to the police?"

Angelica shrugged. "I don't get along so well with cops. I...just got out of prison, see."

The reporter frowned. That didn't make her feel more comfortable about this whole situation...but it might explain why the dickgirl was so pent-up. Still, that note to herself haunted her. She wondered what blackout-Lois knew that she didn't.

"If we can rescue the women tonight," Lois Lane said, almost immediately regretting her words. "I'll...be very grateful. There are still things I might not want to do, but I will reward you. Carnally. I promise."

That damned Mona Lisa smile appeared on Angelica Blaze's face, as though she had just declared check and mate.

"Deal. Get dressed. It's past midnight, and I'd like my reward before dawn."