Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma'am

"That was great," Angelica Blaze said with a smile. "But I really need to get back to work."

Lois Lane frowned as the dickgirl barmaid climbed out from behind the bar. Glasses started clinking, spigots spewing. The reporter, after half a moment, got herself together enough to climb out herself, feeling the wet jism flow down her thighs.

"Is that...it?" she asked to Angelica's backside. The bartender hadn't bothered to put on pants.

"Well, we had fun, didn't we?" Blaze turned her head, not staring directly at Lois. "Come back some night, we can do it again. If you didn't catch, that is."

The import of the dickgirl's worlds sank into Lois like the broken Titanic slipping into the icy sea. She'd just been treated like a cum receptacle and now she was getting the brush off. With numb anger, she pulled on her pants, not bothering with her thong, and stepped away, going back from behind the bar into the club proper, not caring about the women who eyed her curiously.

Lois wanted to be angrier about it than she was. The hurt coiled around her heart, feeling like a gaping hole in her chest, something missing. She wanted to cry, to scream, to...she didn't know what.

But she knew that she wanted out. Away from Angelica Blaze and her impossible cock and sweet whispers that turned into ash the moment she got what she wanted. Away from the vastness of her own stupidity, letting herself fall for sweet lies even for a moment, letting a complete stranger rut and dump a batch of baby-batter into her womb.

The reporter held her stomach, feeling suddenly ill. She walked out the Black Door without a glance back, straight into the freight elevator. The doors closed with a hissing clang, and Lois welcomed it, even as she fought back tears.

It was time for this night to end.