End: Batgirl Has The Situation Well In Hand

At some point, one of Poison Ivy's minions had fetched a chair.

The redheaded villain's clothes had disappeared, stripped off in the heat of passion. With her ass perched on the edge of the seat, legs spread as wide as they could, only her toes touching the floor, the plant-villain grabbed the back of the chair and clung on for dear life.

Lois Lane found herself cheek-to-cheek with Harley Quinn, the two women noisily pressing their faces together as their tongues lapped at Ivy's pussy. Utterly uncaring who saw them in their sapphic display, their couples-cunnilingus team-up.

Because behind them, a very different red-head had her hands buried wrist deep in their twats. As the Daily Planet's greatest reporter and the Crime Princess of Crime sucked and slurped in a messy competition for Ivy's cunny, the slim, athletic undercover caped crusader was busily plundering their holes with slow but steady movements of her arms.

It had taken Batgirl a little while to get the others to play along—but Lois trusted her implicitly, Harley Quinn was crazy enough for anything, and Ivy...poor Ivy, who was as intoxicated with the power of her new pheromone cocktail as any of her lust-filled slaves...was more than happy to give in to the decadent suggestion.

Which is how Supergirl found her girlfriend. Coaxing orgasms out of the two leaking pussies, one punch at a time. Poison Ivy quivered in ecstasy, her wordless scream of pleasure growing louder and louder as Lois and Harley sucked on her clit in an obscene kiss.

The blonde floated above the crowd, her red cape stirred in the air. She reached down and touched between her legs, fascinated as she saw Barbara Gordon's hands pull back, the little pink integument of the pussies clinging to them before she shoved her balled fist back in, just hard enough so that Lois Lane rocked forward.

They would definitely have to try that on their own.

Poison Ivy's orgasmic scream reached a crescendo, and the pale villain half-collapsed off of her chair, muscles too weak to hold her up. Batgirl looked up toward the ceiling and smiled, Lois Lane's pussy juices still wet on her chin. She winked up at her girlfriend...and that was Supergirl's cue.

It was like a hurricane whipped through the club. In the blink of an eye, all of Ivy's goons were rounded up and tied up. Harley and Ivy were cinched together with extension cables, tied face-to-face and dangling from the ceiling. Batgirl's antidote was loaded into the sprinkler system, and a burst of heat vision triggered it.

In less than thirty seconds, the mood of the club changed as naked people suddenly woke up from their lustful mind-slavery...and then the roar of the approaching sirens came, to clean up the mess.

By which time, Lois, Supergirl, and Batgirl, were already on their way.

Up into the sky. Above Metropolis, the wind whipping past her naked body. Batgirl seemed comfortable in the arm of the slim blonde, but the naked reporter found herself blinking, pussy sore in that good way that comes from a hard fuck, head still slightly muzzy, able to taste Poison Ivy on her tongue and lips.

They set her down on the balcony of her apartment. Lois slid open the glass door, that led straight into her bedroom...and a sudden urge made Lois ask the two heroines:

"Would you like to come in? I'd love to have you both..."

No doubt Lois Lane could have phrased it better. No doubt, too, that despite the antidote, all three women were aroused. There was Lois Lane, slim and naked in the moonlight, inviting them into her bedroom.

There were still a few hours left to the night. As Batgirl and Supergirl looked at each other, they smiled wickedly, and followed the reporter.

None of them would get any sleep that night.