At Her Desk At The Daily Planet

Lois snorted and blinked herself awake. She stared blearily at her surroundings. Desk, chair, laptop hooked up into three screens. A handful of reference books, the little plant she never remembered to water, three coffee cups, two of which she never washed. On the fuzzy fabric-covered wall of the cubicle, her framed Pulitzer prize.

The lights were dim, the office quiet. The reporter rubbed her face, which had been pressed against the desk. She stared up at a screen gone blank, energy-saver mode. Looked down at herself and frowned...she was in her club clothes. Tight red pants, jacket.

Why am I dressed like this at work? The thought ran through her groggy head. She slid a hand down the front of her pants, felt no obstruction between the tight fabric and her pussy. Well, at least I'm not wearing underwear. Good sluts don't wear underwear.

Lois pushed herself away from the desk, rising on shaky legs, her ass numb and upper back aching from the position she had been sleeping in. What am I doing here this late? Last thing I remember I was...at home, headed to the club...

"Lois? Are you still here?"

She turned, smiling at the broad Midwest accent. Clark Kent was there, in the same ruffled suit she'd seen him in this morning.

"So are you, Smallville," she said, reaching out instinctively to straighten his tie. "What's the matter, got a hot date?"

"Just catching up on some work," he dissembled, a blush rising on those high cheeks. Lois didn't relinquish her hold on the tie. She pulled him a little closer.

Her hand slid down to his crotch. Eyes widened at the bulge there. Soft, but big as a kielbasa. The reporter smiled sultrily.

"You want one?"

He didn't pull away, but she could see those big blue eyes waver behind the glasses.

"Lois, I...are you feeling alright? If this is some kind of joke..."

She pulled him forward, pressing her lips against his. It was like kissing a steel wall...one that gently, carefully melted, opening to let her tongue in. Big strong hands grasped her back and hip, as though afraid to crush her, but hugged the slut gently to him. Lois found herself weak at the knees, surprisingly lost in the strength and gentleness.

They broke the kiss, Lois breathing heavily. Her pussy felt gushing. She wanted his cock, dick, prick inside her pussy, quim, cunt, gash, slit...

"Clark," she swallowed, voice quavering. "Fuck me! Please...I need it..."