Through The Black Door

"There will be a minor demon at the door," Jacinda hissed to her, taking the reporter's arm in her own. Lois was quietly aware of the prominent boob-flesh being pressed against her arm, warm and soft, and felt an unfamiliar stirring in her pants. "A gatekeeper. She will demand a toll from us to pass—some act of transgression, or token. Follow my lead, it will not be too costly."

The reporter nodded, holding her tongue. The press of Jacinda's mammoth tit on her arm was severely distracting. Lois had never been that attracted to women—but breasts were a personal weakness. Ever since high school when she had watched the early bloomers with their jutting juggs, wobbling freely, filling out the décolletage of a prom dress...more than once, Lois had found her gaze lingering as she stared into the depths of Power Girl's cleavage or Wonder Woman's bustier.

It had formed an intimate part of Lois' sex life. Under her bed there was a big bust magazine that she liked to bring out some nights, to let it fall open to the centerfold...a woman who had those ridiculous breast implants, utterly unnatural udders on her slim form, fat tits swollen to bursting, skin straining...and the reporter would lay down next to it and begin to move her hand between her legs, cupping her own palm-sized breast, feeling so tiny and inadequate in comparison to those impossibly swollen boobs, a mix of shame and jealousy and desire leading her toward orgasm as she imagined what she would do to that woman in real life.

Now, with these head-sized funbags so close...actually pressing against her arm...and Lois had to stifle the desire to reach between her legs and deal with the sudden throbbing pressure there. She took a deep breath to calm herself down...and then they were before the Black Door.

Jacinda Blood raised her hand to knock, but it opened, the dark door swinging wide into a space with no light at all...and someone stepped forward out of the shadows as though waiting.

Her skin was ruddy, the hair bleached and shaved along the sides, revealing blue-black tattoos of coiling serpents. She stood head and shoulders above both Lois and Jacinda, and her arms were bare and muscled like an amazon's. The rest of her was dressed in biker leathers, hugging a form that seemed poised to pounce and rend and tear. When she spoke, Lois noticed her teeth were white, serrated triangles like those of a shark...

"What do you skanks want?" The gatekeeper growled.

"My girlfriend and I want a drink," Jacinda said, clutching Lois closer, practically hugging the reporter to her tit. Lois gave a wan, nervous grin. "Can we go in?"

"Your 'girlfriend' looks nervous," The demon bouncer grinned, showing her rows of sharp teeth. The blonde's nostrils flared and she audibly snuffled. "Her cunt smells nice though...tell you what. I'll let you lezzies in if you do something for me..." The demon smirked and pointed to Lois. "Prove she's your girlfriend."