Sushi

"Good sushi" Lois added. "Nothing cheap."

She stared daggers at the shemale, trying to ingore the streams of cum running down her legs. Angelica blinked first. "Okay?"

The reporter's stomach grumbled. The shemale smiled. "Let's get dressed. I know a place."

By the time they hit the street, Blaze was dressed in street clothes—black jeans without underwear, a black shirt without bra that left her midriff bare, black sneakers with no socks. With Lois in her heels, that made them almost the same height...and the reporter wondered what people thought of the two women as they walked down several blocks to Nyotaimori's.

It wasn't a long walk—maybe a mile and a half—but far enough for Metropolis to shift from warehouse district to the flashing neon signs of the Little Tokyo neighborhood. Angelica stuck close, but fidgeted, apparently unsure of whether to offer Lois her arm or hold her hand—it ended up being Lois who stretched out and offer her palm for sweaty hand-holding.

In fact, she liked just being...pursued. After so many years of getting nowhere with Superman, after so many months of no sex, feeling the squishy splooge in her pussy felt good. The fact that Angelica Blaze wanted more of Lois than just to get her rocks off felt even better. As for what Lois wanted...she wasn't so sure, yet. Aside from food.

Angelica held the door of the restaurant open for Lois. It felt like a weird bit of gallantry, but Blaze obviously felt like the "boy" in the relationship. They took their shoes off and entered the restaurant proper the waitress smiled when she saw the shemale—actually smiled, as though she were a favorite regular—and ushered them toward a private dining room.

It was a slice of old Japan: sliding doors and paper walls. The sound of a string instrument and the click of chopsticks in the background. The waitress bowed as she slid open the door to their private dining room. Lois entered first.

There was a naked young woman on a long, low table. Her body was covered with bits of sushi, carefully placed on leaves so they didn't touch her skin directly. With a deep breath, Lois took a step forward.

"You come here often?" Lois asked as she browsed the dinner menu. The young woman looked barely legal—breasts small buds, limbs thin and clean. She remained perfectly still, long dark hair tied up behind her. The reporter noted two cushions for seats, pairs of chopsticks, napkins, and a bottle of sake.

"The original owner was a...client of mine," Angelica said. She took a seat on the young woman's left-hand side, indicated that Lois should sit on the right. "He was having some trouble when he first came to Metropolis. I helped him out."

"For his soul?" Lois teased. She had already half-guessed that Blaze must be some manner of supernatural being. Normal human women didn't have cocks. No, it didn't take the Daily Planet's best reporter much to reason that she was dealing with some kind of demon or fairy, maybe even a goddess. Alien wasn't off the table either, but Lois hadn't seen any hint of technology. It didn't even look like Blaze had a smartphone.

"For someplace to come and...let my hair down a bit." She picked up her chopsticks. "And enjoy the atmosphere."

Lois Lane was not a prude. And she was starving. She had heard the Japanese did something like this, she had just never indulged.

"How do we..." she began.

"Use the chopsticks. No skin-to-skin contact, except for the nipples: you can take the sashimi rolls off of there with your mouth, if you'd like. This isn't a brothel," Angelica leaned forward and took a small piece of fish off of the pale board of the belly. "Although they make some allowances for...special guests."

Hesitantly, the reporter reached over and picked up a small ball of seaweed and rice. The young woman serving as their serving platter didn't move, staring straight at the ceiling as though they weren't there at all. Like a piece of furniture.

Lois popped the sushi into her mouth and wondered how many times Blaze sat here, like this.

"Do you take all your dates here?" Lois asked quietly, afraid to break the comfortable silence.

"Others?" Angelica said, almost absently. "You're the first."

Like that, something clicked in Lois. Something she had been thinking about, but now decided to act upon.