Chapter 11 by Zeebop

How Do They Proceed?

Boldly Go Where Only Women Have Gone Before

Aisha led the way. Lois kept "Jaimie" close at and, elbows locked. In the Lois' clothes and with a bit of makeup, the reporter thought "she" looked no worse than many slightly tomboyish lesbians on the streets of Metropolis...but would it pass downstairs?

Out of the bathroom, down a set of dark firestairs, to a nondescript hallway. Graffiti, much of it decidedly erotic, covered the walls and ceiling, but Lois noticed there was no stray trash, no tell-tale stains or smell. Someone put in a lot of work to keep this stretch of hallway clean...and as the transsexual Aisha led them up to a nondescript black metal door, she saw why.

Orca was not one of your top-tier villains. She looked like a whale with legs, her great breasts nearly hidden under a layer of blubber, the nipples hidden in slits. The kind of goon used by more intelligent and strategic bad guys for their plans...and here she was, playing doorguard.

One huge palm brought the trio to a halt. Dark eyes, better adapted to the ocean depths, looked at them quizzically. "Jaime," was nervous, and Lois shifted her arm, sliding it around the girlish hip with a proprietary air.

"We're all ladies here," Aisha said levelly, as though the transsexual didn't have a cock hidden in her panties.

Orca growled...and then grinned. Showing teeth. "Maybe I want you to prove it."

The big hand swayed back and forth...and then pointed, fixedly.

"You. Show me your tits."