Clark Kent Arrives With A Wad of Cash

It must have been the worry in her voice, but it was only a few minutes when Clark Kent came stumbling out of an alley and headed toward Lois Lane, cash in hand.

She smiled at him. She couldn't help it.

"Smallville!" she said. "Looking for a good time?"

The words came out before she could stop it...and the tall, broad-shouldered man in the rumpled suit paused and looked at Lois strangely.

"Uh...sure, Lois," he said, then offered an innocent smile. "It's always a good time to see you. What's the problem?"

Lois felt the words click. He didn't know it, but what he'd said was close enough to whatever was driving her.

"Let's get a hotel," she said, still smiling. "Right now. Someplace we can be alone."

The Come On Inn was a Metropolis icon, in a shabby way. Probably a tenth of Suicide Slum had been conceived within the rooms within, which were rented on an hourly basis. Generations of working girls had made use of the cheap beds and clean sheets...and Lois Lane didn't like to think of the number of them that had OD'd in these rooms...

After he shut the door, Clark looked at Lois carefully.

"Lois, what is this all about? You're acting very strangely." Behind the black plastic frames of his glasses, the blue eyes were full of concern...and Lois Lane's face twitched, unable to stop smiling. The muscles hurt.

"How much money do you have on you, Smallville?" She held out her hand.

He counted out ten hundred dollar bills into her palm, and Lois felt a sense of relief.

"For a grand, you can have me all night long," she said, and spread her legs lewdly. Her fingers closed over the money and she felt a sense of relief as her whole body relaxed. "I'll do whatever you want. You want to fuck me? Suck your cock? Maybe I'll worship your balls with my mou—"

"That's enough," Clark said firmly. "Tell me what's going on."

So she did. In graphic detail, she outlined the events of the whole night...right down to the strange compulsion that Blaze had **** on her, the parasitic impulse that had already made her sell her body twice. Clark Kent listened, asked a few questions...and Lois Lane was glad it was him who had answered her. Smallville at least could be trusted not to take advantage of the situation. Any other man would have treated her just like a whore...but not good ol' Clark Kent, who was as innocent and trustworthy as Charlie Brown.

By the time she finished, Clark Kent was frowning, the lines etched deep in his face. He stood taller, a more serious mien about him, almost looming over the reporter. Finally, he seemed to reach a decision.

"Strip," he said. Lois Lane didn't even protest. She simply felt her stomach flip in disbelief as she began to take off her clothes in front of him.