Chapter 15 by Zeebop

What does Lois do with Jimmy now?

Clean the Sissy Up; She Still Needs To Find The Missing Women

Lois Lane washed her hands, grateful that this filthy bathroom had handsoap. Jimmy, sullen and no doubt embarrassed, cleaned himself up...and in a few minutes was tightening his suspenders, and looked much like the metrosexual young man he had appeared as when Lois had first seen him tonight.

Except now the reporter knew the truth.

"Now," Lois said. "Several women have gone missing over the last few weeks, and the last place they were headed toward was this club. You've been here before. Who would we talk to that might be involved in pimping, human trafficking, anything like that?"

Jimmy didn't meet her gaze. She leaned over and straightened his bow tie. Her journalistic instincts told her he was still getting used to their new working relationship, but that this little sissy bitch would be eating out of her hand if she treated him right.

"There's a scary guy, in the corner. Guido Falcone. He's...he's supposed to be the nephew of the head of the Gotham mob. Right now he's going to Metropolis University, but if there's anyone who might know about that sort of thing..."

"Capital!" Lois said, and gave him a playful slap on the ass. "Let's go meet him."

Which is how, ten minutes later, they were at a corner table, far from the speakers. Hefty men in bad suits hung nonchalantly around the table, keeping the riff-raff out. Guido Falcone sat with his back to the wall...his hairy, muscled chest bare beneath the black suit jacket, gold chains and a crucifix. Dark of hair and dark of eye, he had the easy, laid-back smirk of a spoiled brat...but there was a hardness to those eyes, calluses on his hands. He listened politely as Lois asked her questions.

Guido nodded. "I may know something of interest. But what is in it for me?"

Lois met his eye. "What do you want?"

Guido gave an exaggerated sigh. "Deplorably, my cock has not been sucked for three entire days. I would be much more cooperative...if someone were to crawl under the table and drain my balls."

The reporter nodded. "Jimmy..." she said.