Deadman Possesss The Bouncer At The Door

Lois Lane and Black Alice walked right up to the front door. The bouncer was four inches over six feet, and not cut like a bodybuilder, but heavy and bulky like a linebacker. The fluorescent lights gleamed off his dark, shaved head, and gold chains hung off his neck. He raised one meaty arm, pink palm forward to bring the reporter and heroine up short...and then he shook, the eyes rolled back...and when the shaking stopped, the smile that came was pure Boston Brand, the Deadman.

He opened the door and held it for them.

"Head on in. I'm going to take this body for a long walk, and then I'll meet you inside when I can." Deadman told them. The women nodded and stepped through the Black Door.

Most of the club was dominated by a stage. Something gyrated around one of the polls, like a cloud of black smoke, occasionally manifesting as arms and legs, breasts and hair. The reporter watched, alongside the other punts who were sitting at small tables, drinks at hand. Sparks burst in the cloud as it swirled, and Lois caught flashes of a smiling face, dark lips, a black nipple on a grey breast, a cunny spread by two fingers, the dark cavern sending sparks out to play against the poll...

Lois **** herself to look away; Black Alice didn't mind staring, smiling and slightly awed. Considering that the young woman had just turned twenty-one, this was probably the first strip club she'd ever been in.

Most of the topless waitresses serving the drinks looked mostly human; small dark horns curled up from their brows, and their skin was of every color from a light emerald green to a deep sallow yellow, and twisting tattoos marked bare arms and legs, asses and breasts, each one unique. The punters in the seats were human, or so they seemed to Lois. The reporter grabbed Alice's arm and guided her to an open booth which gave them a clear view of the room.

A waitress arrived; tall, leggy, her horns were capped with gold, and gold was her lipstick and the shadows under her eyes. A golden chain connected the nipples of her bare breasts.

"Can I get you ladies anything to drink?"

"Virgin Mary," Lois said.

"Long Island ice tea," Black Alice said with a smile. The waitress gave her a wink as she sauntered off, and Alice didn't hide her glance at the ass just peeking out beneath the waitress's miniskirt.

Lois scanned the club, looking for...she didn't know what. **** deals, an office that said "Management," some clue as to where to go from here. Under her shirt, she felt the lip-nipples open and close. She felt oddly...thirsty.

"I don't suppose you have some mystic sense that tells us where the big bad is?" The reporter asked, hopefully.

"Too much interference," Alice replied. "Maybe we can seduce one of the barmaids and get into the back that way?"

Lois shot a dirty look at the young heroine, who shrugged.

"I mean, unless you have a better idea."