Chapter 14 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Do With It?

Drink The Cum

In her career, Lois Lane had done some stupid and disgusting things.

She had picked through a gangbang's worth of used condoms in the aftermath to Wonder Whore: The Movie, just so she could get a DNA match between a male porn star and a serial ****.

She had eaten bull's penis with the Khandaq ambassador, just for an exclusive interview.

She had tackled a female terrorist whose breast implants had been filled with liquid explosives.

She had even coaxed Jimmy Olsen into cross-dressing to create a trap site for a trap-fixated supervillain—one of those third-run rejects from Batman's rogues gallery, come to try his luck on Gotham.

She had just been nearly **** by the Scarecrow.

And this stuff smelled exactly like the cocktails that they had been serving her in the bar.

"Fuck it," the reporter muttered, and brought the bottle up to her lips.

It was warm with the heat of her body. Salty, but not as bitter as she thought it would be. There was a touch of that ammoniac taste you get with an especially ripe cheddar cheese, and it was thick as Thanksgiving gravy.

Lois felt it slide down her throat easily. Sticky and gooey, leaving a little film behind. The reporter knew she would be tasting it all night, would probably burp it up at odd moments.

A stupid, nasty thing to do, she thought, as she set the empty bottle by the sink. But I was right.

That was exactly what was in the cocktails. Cum. Whoever was running that club was feeding the customers cum. How? Why?

Lois growled in her throat, getting ready to go out again. She needed to find out.