A Period Tracker

The icon looked like an egg with a broken line across the middle. Lois clicked on the app, curious what it was. A cartoon yellow chick, legs sticking out of the bottom of its shell, popped up on screen, pointing to a calendar.

YOU ARE OVULATING TODAY! A speech bubble popped up beside the chick. The calendar highlighted right in the middle of Lana Lang's cycle.

YOUR NEXT PERIOD IS DUE IN FOURTEEN DAYS. It chirped helpfully.

A little shiver went through Lois, a maniac grin. Lana Lang was apparently one of those women who liked to keep track of her period with the latest in modern technology. The reporter squeezed her clit, feeling the electric shiver run up her spine. This was almost too perfect.

She had just been playing before, but if Lana Lang really could get pregnant...oh, she had to do it. Lois didn't have much of a pregnancy fetish, but the sight of that redhead with a swollen belly and leaky tits would drive her insane for months. All she needed was to find a suitable sperm donor...

...and her smile widened as she realized exactly who to call.

"You know what, Lana?" Lois grinned. "I'll delete the photos off your phone...but you need to do something for me."

"What?" Lana said, deep misgivings in her voice. She was trying to scoop the jizz out of her pussy with her fingers, and doing little except making a mess.

"I want you to make a call to a mutual friend of ours," the Cheshire cat smile was plastered on the reporter's fingers. "A booty call."

Lana's eyes got wide.

"Not a chance in..."

"Clark Kent," Lois said, as she was already dialing in the number.

"Clark..." Lana wavered. "He wouldn't."

"He will if you tempt him hard enough."

"But then what..."

"You fuck him," Lois bit her lip as she heard the dial tone, and handed it to Lana. "I'll watch."