The Boss

Maria led Lois deeper through the secret passage, past strange sounds and smells. The thump of beds against walls, the quiet moans and shrieks all seemed to merge together until Lois was following that shapely ass into a dark pit of sex. She wondered if Maria came down here at times, during the working hours, just to listen to it. Like her college days studying at the library, headphones on, the white noise of endless grunts and orgasms as Lois did her research for journalism classes. She still did that, sometimes, in the privacy of her own home. Every now and then, Maria would quickly pick a spyhole, check it, and then close it and move on.

She seemed to be searching for something...and then she found it. Turned and gestured to Lois.

Lois Lane peered through. It was a room done all in crushed red velvet. Propped up on a red leather couch was a demonic figure. Thin, tall, and lean, a female figure reclined. Her skin was the bright red of blood on parchment, several shades lighter than the leather couch. Dark horns curled up from a wide brow, and her eyes were pure white, without pupil or iris, and stared out from dark sockets. Her chin and cheeks were sharp, strained against the skin. Each dainty toe and finger ended in a small pink claw. The lithe, leanly-muscled body was barely dressed in a kind of orang dress that left legs and arms bare, but two straps connected behind her neck covered her modest breasts, and a long loincloth or sarong hid her genitals; about the waist was a belt of metal plates inscribed with leering, demonic faces.

The succubus appeared to be watching television. A flatscreen was set up on a skeletal black metal stand, and one long red finger methodically clicked at a remove, to flick through the channels.

No, the reporter realized she realized as she angled herself to see the screen. Not television. Closed-circuit. She's looking at cameras in the club...she's looking for something. Or someone.

"Damn you, Lois Lane," the demon growled, her English strangely accented. "Where are you? Cameras were supposed to cover every inch of this club..."

The demon's frown deepened. Lois Lane dared barely breathe, as her brain tried to run through what all this meant. This must be the evil mastermind behind it all...and Lois was spying on her...and she was looking for Lois. The reporter continued to watch, as Blaze clicked over to look at the different rooms in the brothel...and something in her long, lean red form's attitude changed. The frown on the mouth lessened, the attention became more focused. Her chest rose and fell slowly, deeply...and her free hand moved down, over the metal plates that served as a belt...and flicked the orange loincloth away.