Alone At The Computer

Lois Lane blinked. She was staring at the computer screen, little mouse cursor spinning away. The reporter looked down at herself, shocked to find herself fully clothed, sitting on a regular computer chair, as if nothing had happened... She shook her head to clear it, ears ringing with some vaguely familiar melody.

But something did happen, didn't it? Lois told herself. Her pussy felt sensitive and wet. Hard nipples pushed against her bra. She ran a hand down to her trim, flat stomach, feeling the hard muscles there...and nothing else.

So why am I sure...absolutely sure... she thought ...that I'm pregnant with Clark's baby?

From the doorway, someone hissed. Lois looked over, saw Maria standing there.

"Are you done checking your email?" The young woman said. "You're really not supposed to be here."

"You're right," Lois said as she stood up and walked toward Maria. Her pussy squelched with every step. "Is there a...back way out of here? Fire exit or something, but one that won't set the alarm off?"

Maria nodded, mutely.

"Good. Take me there!" Lois said.

They wandered through the corridors, Lois noting the path they had taken, mapping out the back rooms in her mind, just in case she had to come back.

I will come back, Lois determined. Something's not right here. Those women are still missing. But for right now...

The reporter gave Maria a squeeze as she slipped through the door. The young woman seemed relieved to see Lois go away, instead of deeper down into the depths of whatever was going on in the club.

Lois pecked at her smartphone, hailed a cab. In the back seat, she hit the number one on her speed dial. He picked up on the second ring.

"Smallville? It's Lois," she licked her lips, heart fluttering, stomach suddenly queasy. Like a teenager at the end of prom night, knowing what was about to happen and both dreading and super-excited about it. "I need you to come to my apartment, quick. It's important."

There was a burst of wind, as though he were leaning out of a plane or something. He murmured some assurance he would be there as quick as he could, and Lois felt her heart thump in relief. Clark was coming. It was all going to be all right. She could tell him and...

Lois paused.

What am I going to tell him?

It was a question that haunted her for the rest of the ride to her apartment, and the long elevator ride up. Her heart was in her throat as she left the elevator, pussy never this wet in her life...she could feel the thong she was wearing clawing its way up inside of her, the string snug on her hips, trickles working their way down her thighs...

...and there he was, in front of her apartment, looking slightly frumpy as he often did. For all his size and strength, Clark Kent looked like a milquetoast, a harmless giant of a man...and for maybe the first time in her life, as she walked towards him, Lois Lane's eyes saw the breadth of those shoulders, the obvious muscle in that chest, the high cheekbones and the undeniable bulge in his pants.

She knew right then and there exactly what she would say to him.

"Clark..." she began as she got to the door.