What's Your Game?

Lois' voice was direct, challenging—whatever Blaze thought to do by taking her clothes, Lois wasn't about to be cowed or embarrassed. She had done interviews naked before...the head of a nudist colony for a lifestyle piece, infiltrating the inner reaches of a New Age lesbian cult that turned out to just be an excuse for housewives to get some pussy under the pretense of getting religion...and she hadn't faltered. Lois Lane was determined not to be ashamed of her body, and wanted the demoness to know it.

"All these people," Lois could still feel the drying jizz drip off of her, and wherever it didn't it had begun to dry and harden. She could already feel the cold glaze hanging off her tit, like obscene icicles. "And those women who had gone missing—what are you doing to them? Why?"

"They are my supplicants. Each of them come for their own reason—their own hidden lust. We make our little deals, and I give them what they want, what they crave. Sometimes that's just sex, but others are...more complicated. For myself? Well, some services are more or less free—just for my amusement, you understand. Others I demand service for service. Then there are the special cases...like you."

Lois blinked. "Me?"

"Oh yes," the red brows creased. "So strong, so self-confident...so perfect. I can almost taste the potential within you, locked away, unrealized. You have no idea how tempting you are, to my kind. Worldly yet oh so innocent. Yet to unlock that potential..." Blaze rested her chin on her hand. "...I must find out what you want."

"I want answers. Where are the women?"

Blaze sighed. "The four you came here for are gone—they got what they wanted, and left. Not to their old lives, but to their new ones. The lives they bought from me, at the prices I named. Would you like to see them? I can show you, if you ask."

Lois hesitated. She could sense a trap here. Blaze had as much said that she was gunning for Lois, somehow. Yet she did want to know, and Blaze was offering.

"Alright," the reporter met Blaze's stare, "let's go. Right now."

"It's a deal," the red woman whispered.