Dealing With Mercy Graves

Out of the lab and into the maze of corridors, Lois rounded a corner, mind racing—and ran face-first into a pair of tits. Stunned, adrenaline still pumping, Lois Lane back off...and stared into the smirking face of Mercy Graves, Lex Luthor's bodyguard-cum-chauffeur.

She was a few inches taller than Lois, with broader shoulders. Trim and very fit, dressed in a grey chauffeur's coat and hat over a miniskirt that dowed off her long legs to advantage—and didn't get in the way when she needed to kick someone's teeth in. Hazel eyes, brown hair kept short so it wouldn't get in the way.

"Going somewhere?" The woman asked, slipped easily into a wide-kneed crouch so that Lois couldn't slip past her.

Lois Lane felt exposed, and not just because she was nude. Fighting Mercy Graves was a bad idea at the best of times, and the reporter didn't even have the benefit of surprise. Maybe it was time to talk. She locked eyes with the brunette.

"I just punched your boss in the dick," Lois said.

Mercy's face didn't twitch. Perfect poker face.

"He's been **** women. Experimenting on them. Sexually abusing them. You can see what he did to me." She reached down and jiggled her thankfully flaccid cock. "Is that something you want to be a part of, Graves?"

"Nobody's getting abused. Just experiments. He's a genius, Lane. Doesn't have time for all the red tape bullshit..." The bodyguard said.

"He gave me a cock, Mercy!" Lois said forcefully.

"I can see that!" Graves said, and for the first time the reporter noticed a bead of perspiration traveling down the bodyguard's face...the slight flush across her cheeks...the ever-so-slightly-wider-than-normal-pupils.

She's excited! Lois realized. Maybe I can use that.

"You like what you see?" The reporter asked, and began to run her hand up and down the cock. She could feel it stirring, stimulated by the movement of her hand, the cock beginning to fill out and grow slowly erect.

"N-no..." Mercy's denial was hollow. Lois was watching, and the bodyguard's eyes kept slipping down to her crotch.

"It's been a while for you, hasn't it Mercy?" The dickgirl reporter spoke softly. "Look, maybe you and I can...make a deal..."

Mercy licked her lips. She was definitely sweating now, and licked her lips as the reporter's erection reached its full, throbbing stiffness. There was a sticky droplet at the very tip of the reporter's dick, she gathered it between thumb and forefinger, rubbing them together...and brought it up to her mouth, watching Mercy Grave's follow the whole thing.

"I came here for a story, Mercy. I need an...inside source. Confidential. My own personal Deep Throat." Lois took a step forward, closing the distance between them. "Maybe we can make a deal? You help me, and I'll help you."