A Dozen

The scantily-clad Asian woman led Lois Lane through the club, to a nondescript door in the back. She didn't even have to knock, and it opened before them; the reporter caught a glimpse of a camera out of the corner of her eye. The reporter kept her outward calm, even as her guts churned a little. Let Tonya Wong lead her through the door...and still finding herself unprepared for what she found beyond.

Olive oil. Sweat. Sawdust. The smells hit Lois Lane as her eyes adjusted to the bright lights. The back room was huge, and a wooden deck had been built in the center of the room. It reminded Lois of the practice space at a dojo. All the lights were focused on that raised platform, and Lois followed Tonya up the short steps to see a dozen naked women there...

No. Not women. Amazons.

They were tall, athletic, with bulging muscles slick and shiny with oil. Yet these were not the tiny-titted bodybuilders Lois had seen in competition. Their bodies held the proportionality that Lois had recognized among female soldiers and athletes, the mass that implied strength and stamina, not just for show. Some of the more slim and whipcord ones had slim, pinched waists, but the biggest of them were at least three hundred pounds of sheer meat, big breasts with pink nipples, thighs thicker than Lois Lane's torso, packed bellies like superheavyweight boxers.

Lois could not decide their nationality or ethnicity. They looked to be faintly exotic; tending to darker skin and hair, wider nostrils, heavy lids on their eyes...but one was a tanned blonde that looked as if she could break any three supermodels against her thigh, and another was so dark she was almost purple, her head shaved and oiled so that it gleamed wetly.

They stood around in a circle, all eyes on the reporter. Judging. Assessing.

"Lois Lane," the tallest of them said. She was nearly eight feet tall, and the sides of her head were shaved, her long hair tied in cornrows that fell down to the base of her neck. The reporter noticed the pink scars that dotted the dark, tanned flesh, all except the rather impressive breasts...and Losi realized that she saw the limits of where the breastplate would be; those were the wounds that had failed to find this woman's vitals.

"You know my name," Lois said, with as much boldness and confidence as she could, returning the stare.

"We knew you would come here," the tall Amazon said. "The fates have decreed we would find a sister here, tonight."

"So I'm supposed to just get on my knees and eat you out, one at a time?" Lois Lane said, and raised an eyebrow.