End: An Uncontrolled Orgy At The Club

With Poison Ivy's climax, a haze filled the club. A floral bouquet that overpowered the smells of sweat and ****. As Ivy collapsed onto the floor, the dazed reporter was aware that the crowd surrounding them was getting...hotter.

A young Asian woman peeled off her shirt, to reveal hard pierced nipples. Almost immediately, a man and a woman had latched onto her tiny tits, sucking hard. Lois stared, uncomprehending, as a redhead dropped to her knees and pulled off the shorts of a muscular young Black man, his hard prick jumped free...and the only reason the redhead's mouth was the first one on it was because she was closest.

Things started to happen fast. Clothes ripped off. Eager mouths sucked at exposed flesh. Pussies and assholes exposed. Lois watched, enraptured, her heart pounding...and then a finger tapped the reporter on her shoulder.

It was Batgirl. She had on a mask, her red hair wild, Lois Lane's pussy juice dripped down her chin. As all around them the clubgoers succumbed to whatever strange pollen or pheromones that Ivy's climax had unleashed, Batgirl swiftly handcuffed and gagged ivy and slung her over her shoulder. Leaving her clothes on the floor, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter stumbled after the Caped Crusader, eyes drawn to the tight, toned ass in their cut-off shorts as all around them, the club descended into a general orgy.

Lois felt it too. The urge. To just dive onto the nearest cock, the nearest cunt. To lick, taste, rub. Her body trembled with unnatural heat...but Batgirl looked back and met her eye, and licked her lips...and something about that drew Lois after her, off the dance floor, through a door next to the bar and into the back. The reporter was dimly aware of storage areas, a dressing room, but Batgirl seemed to know where she was going...and they went out a firedoor and into the alley.

Where a car waited. Sleek, long, dark; carbon fiber and black chrome, like a retrofuturistic streamlined roadster.

"The Batmobile," Lois said, suddenly dizzy in the cooler outside air. She rubbed her forehead...and her other hand went down between her legs, to rub her pussy.

The trunk popped open, and Batgirl dumped Ivy into it. Then the long-legged heroine strode toward Lois. As the Caped Crusader grabbed the reporter's hand, the passenger side door opened...and she pulled the reporter onto her lap.

The door closed. Shut them off from the world. Immediately, Batgirl's hands gripped the reporter's ass.

"Hope you don't mind," the Caped Crusader said. "The vaccine helps me fight off Ivy's pheromones for a while, but you're just...so hot!"

Lois Lane grinned. She hadn't had sex in a car in years. Her fingers groped around the seat for controls, found a lever, pulled...and the seat collapsed backward, almost level. In the dark, Lois grinned.

"I suppose I do owe you a reward," the reporter whispered huskily. "For saving my ass back there..."

The reporter unzipped the cut-off shorts and pulled them off of Batgirl's lithe, athletic body. A soft moan burst from the heroine's lips as she raised her knees over Lois Lane's shoulders. The reporter buried in face into the pussy in front of her, breathed in its scent, her tongue lashed out to taste the salty, tangy juices.

"C-car. Destination: Gotham. C-central b-booking," Batgirl huffed as the reporter's lips seized on her clit. The heroine took a deep breath. "And take the scenic route!"

The vehicle began to move. At some point, Lois Lane figured, Ivy's influence would wear off. Batgirl would need to get into uniform to hand Ivy over to the police. Lois would need to find some clothes. Serious, sober conversations would need to be had about what Ivy had been up to in that club, what happened to the missing women, wiping the sexual secretions off the Batmobile's seats, and all that.

For Lois Lane's night out, however...all she could think about was the strong thighs that clamped her head as her tongue slipped into Batgirl's cunny. Pushed deep, and then the tip curled up and back to try and caress one particular spot...and when she found it, the Caped Crusader made a noise that was more animal than human. Her athletic thighs threatened to crush the reporter's head...and the prim and proper Batgirl melted into a puddle of her own juices.

When, at last, the Batmobile did roll up to the Gotham Police Department, Batgirl was in her uniform...and Lois Lane was squeezed into a pair of cut-off-shorts, and a t-shirt that was a little large on her, since her smaller breasts couldn't match Batgirl's perky boobs.

Lois also had a number to call if she ever got in trouble...or wanted a bit of fun. The reporter smiled and picked a crimson pubic hair from between her teeth as Batgirl handled business with Commissioner Gordon. She wondered when would be too soon to indulge in a Batgirl booty call. After all, it was a long drive back to Metropolis...