Asses Must Be Kicked

"She does not look like much of a warrior," the Black Amazon said.

The elevator had opened into a kind of dojo. Padded mats on the floor, wooden training dummies against the wall. Lois saw a half-dozen barely-clothed women grapple with one another, but three stood above the rest, both literally and figuratively. Three Black women, each nearly seven feet tall, with broad muscles shoulders; they were darker than any women Lois had ever seen, with that almost purple tint, their kinky hair either cropped close to their scalps or in tight cornrows that would prevent an enemy from grabbing them.

Lois found herself distracted by the fact that of all the women here, they were the only ones completely nude. Not so much as a pair of panties among the three. Their dark breasts gleamed with sweat, and Lois could see the faint traces of scars, grey against the skin, here and there. Tonya Wong showed Lois to the nearest one, Aziza, and introduced her as their nearest recruit.

Upon hearing the Amazon's pronouncement, Lois Lane's back stiffened. She met the Amazon's eye.

"If you wish to join us, first you must prove yourself. Strip, and step into the ring!" One black hand indicated a white circle painted onto the mats. "Fall three times, and you lose. Step outside of the ring, and you lose. Surrender, and you lose."

"Sounds easy," Lois said with as much confidence as she could muster. The reporter kicked off her heels and slid out of her jacket. The other women and Amazons had stopped their sparring to watch. "What happens if I win?"

"If you win, we will greet you as a sister, in the Amazon way," the Amazon sneered, to show her perfect white teeth. "When you fail, you will kiss my ass...and the ass of every woman here. You will be our towel bitch, serving us with your mouth until you earn a place among warriors."

Lois Lane's mouth was a thin, taut line as she pulled down her pants. The Amazon was taller than her, outweighed her, and had a longer reach. A difficult fight at the best of times. But if this is what it took to figure out what was really going on...

The reporter's T-shirt landed atop her pile of clothes. The panties and bra fell next to it. Slim as she was, Lois Lane's cheeks still burned, self-conscious in her nudity as she stepped into the ring. She **** herself to breath as she took up a stance, her martial arts training coming back to her.

"Bring it," Lois said, trying to project a confidence she wasn't sure she felt.