Undress On Her Own

Lois smiled, tight-lipped. "I'll be fine, thank you. Not a minute."

Angelica Blaze smiled back, and departed, backing through the curtains. When she was sure that she was gone, the reporter let out a little hiss of relief. She burped, tasting the jizz she'd just drank in the back of her mouth.

Quickly, the reporter stripped down. Undercover was one thing, uncovered was another. Even with Blaze gone, Lois could feel eyes on her. She couldn't see any cameras, but the feeling remained, a prickling at the back of her neck that Lois had learned to pay attention to over the course of her career.

I don't know what this has to do with becoming Blaze's familiar, the reporter said as she slipped on the robe. It was a bit like a burqa...covering the head and arms entirely, with a little veil to see through...except that it ended around her belly button. No pockets to hold a smartphone, naturally.

"Cute," Lois muttered as she stared down at her bare pussy, the trim little patch of black pubic hair. Glad that she was comfortable enough in her body that she didn't mind walking around half-naked. She reached out and parted the curtains, revealing a door. Grabbed the handle and pushed...

Lights strobed, epilepsy-triggering flashes that left Lois blinking. She caught glimpses of bodies, smelled the scent of ****, sweat, and cum, the yeasty, fishy smell of unwashed. The inside of her hood was suddenly hot and stuffy, and her exposed skin tingled as though there was something in the air.

The room, which appeared too big, dimensions all wrong was filled with the sound of slapping flesh, crying, moans, piercing shrieks of pain, little squirrel noises, nervous laughter, huffing, panting, grunting, and one breathy voice that seemed to be chanting endless obscenities, never repeating herself.

Lois couldn't take it all in. It was too much, an attack on all the senses. Yet a part of her was fascinated, drawn in. Her feet pulled her forward. The door clicked shut behind her and too late Lois Lane whirled.

A figure filled the reporter's vision, back against the door. They were dressed identically to Lois, in the strange burqa-like "robe"...but while the chest showed the rounded lumps of a woman's breasts, and the hips were sweet and curved, where a trim pussy should have been between her legs, was a long limp dick.

"Welcome," the voice was Blaze's, "to the VIP room."