End: Her Boss: Lex Luthor

In hindsight, Lois Lane should have known something was off. She wouldn't learn until later what was in that drink, which made her so uninhibited, so docile and accepting. What special cocktail that Lex Luthor had brewed for her, that made Lois act so out of character on her night out.

Yet under the influence of that strange substance, the naked reporter with her stuffed, swollen pussy meekly let herself be led into another room. Lois recognized the nature of the room. It was narrow, almost a closet, and one wall was clear glass. A slot in it allowed money to pass through. In the shadowed booth beyond, the customer would sit...watch...stroke.

Lois Lane felt her heart jump into her throat as she recognized the bald head of Lex Luthor. He sat, legs spread, in an expensive suit. Eyes focused on her. If Lois Lane had been in her right mind right then, she would have turned around and left. Or at least covered her nudity. Instead, she let Maria guide her into the chair. Didn't resist as the young woman spread her legs, to better display the big plug in her pussy.

The lights shifted. A bump-and-grind beat began to vibrate through the speakers. In silent fascination, Lois Lane watched as Lex Luthor unzipped, his half-hard cock in his hand. It was oddly as rounded and bald as the man himself, the head the same color as the shaft. Lois stared at it curiously.

"Go on, sugar. Give him a show. Give him his money's worth."

The reporter's fingers moved to her clit. She felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up as she met Lex's gaze. He drank in her lewdness and began to stroke his fingers along the shaft, as if to tug it away from him. Lois felt worse than naked beneath that gaze. Her cunt ached around the thick plug. She was sunk low in the chair, and her fingers rubbed her clit in little circles...and as Maria's hands came from behind to squeeze her nipples, the reporter gave a little cry.

Which is when Lex became fully hard.

"That's it sugar. Lick those lips. Fuck him with your eyes. Smile for the camera..."

Lois Lane's breath came in small gasps. All fight had gone out of her, and she was given entirely to this new heat that rose from her body. The tension that built inside her belly as she rubbed her clit, faster and faster. The sight of lex Luthor as he jerked to her. The thought of him watching her...of other people watching her...and that was when Lois dimly noticed the dark, glassy eyes of the cameras near the ceilings and floors. Catching her self-degradation from multiple angles.

So why am I so aroused? Lois Lane thought to herself. She could feel it build inside of her. The excitement, the expectation. Her toes curled against the floor, her thighs quivered. Maria reached down to squeeze the reporter's tits. Luthor's nostrils flared...and for a moment the reporter's universe narrowed. All she could see was him stroking his cock. Her cunt ached as she squeezed hard against the pussy plug.

"Go on, sugar," Maria said. "Cum. Let them all see it."

It was like Lois needed permission Her body arched, and a high-pitched keen ripped from her throat. With a cataclysmic convulsion the pussy plug was expelled from her pumped-up pussy...and almost immediately after, she saw the hot white drops of Lex Luthor's jizz splatter against the glass.

Lois lay half-collapsed in the chair. Her pussy felt as if she had sprained something. The gaping cunny gawped, unable to close entirely, like a fish out of water.

Maria giggled.

"That was wonderful, sugar. Now, when you leave here, you're not going to say or write a thing about it. But when you want some more, you come on back and we'll give you another taste...and you'll put on another show for us..."

The words sank in, and the reporter's will, utterly suppressed by Luthor's cocktail, accepted its new programming. Later, perhaps, when the effects had mostly worn off, Lois would try to find a way around her new orders. Yet so deep had Maria's instructions sunk, that Lois Lane would not be able to stop her feet from dragging herself back to that club...to that booth...where Lex Luthor would wait to see what show Lois Lane had for him.

Yet that is a different story.