They Look For Blaze

"If I'm tainted, and Blaze is actively corrupting women, then she should be our primary target," Lois Lane said. She looked Raven up and down. "Can you look a little less...auspicious?"

The witch's eyes glowed red...and her cloak folded and reshaped itself into a decent facsimile of a jacket. The young woman cocked her head and turned toward the Black Door.

"I can sense Blaze inside..." Raven said. "But she's too powerful for me to take head-on. If we can get her distracted..."

"How distracted?" Lois asked.

For the first time, Raven smiled.

"Right. Got it." The reporter said. "How do I find her?"

"She'll be the one with a penis," Raven said. "But she's a shapeshifter, so other than that...let your instinct guide you. Part of her is in you. There will be a thirst for more of her essence. Give into it. Let it guide you to her."

Lois nodded. She put her game face on, shoulders back, head high, pressed her hand against the Black Door and pushed.

Lights flashed off the disco ball. Every single surface was painted a different shade of black, even the floor and ceiling. Bodies moved on the dance floor. Young, hot bodies that ground against each other, asses pressed against hips, hands that roamed freely over tight, young bodies. Lois stepped inside, Raven a shadow of a shadow behind her.

To her left, a bar, barely lit. There were no tables, and everyone stood in clusters. Dark doorways in the back that could be bathrooms of VIP rooms, completely unmarked There was music that thumped through the floor, so loud Lois was amazed anyone could hear...but as the Black Door shut behind her, the reporter's eyes and ears adjusted.

Her throat was suddenly dry...and she remembered Raven's words. The reporter **** herself to relax. Lois found the timing of the music. Raised her arms above her head and let her body sway as she stepped into the moving mass of humanity.

Almost immediately, hands reached out to grope her. They ran over her clothes, but they wanted more. Squeezed her breasts in the bra. Pulled at the waistband of her tight pants. Cupped between her legs. It was an effort for Lois not to fight back, pull away, say something...but she gave herself to the music, the sensation...felt that thirst grow and grow inside of her...to pull her deeper into the crowd.