End: Lois & Lana Get Thrown Out of the Club, Naked On The Streets of Metropolis

No sooner had their new partnership been cemented, there was a snap, as of a pair of fingers. Then a crack of lightning. A whiff of brimstone that enveloped both women. A sudden, intense chill all over as Lois Lane and Lana Lang felt wet pavement beneath their bare feet...and then as the smoke cleared and their eyes adjusted.

The first thing Lois Lane saw was Lana Lang, naked in the moonlight. Then she looked down at herself and realized that she too was utterly nude. Instantly, both women used their hands to cover their breasts and pussies as they stared around. The two women were in a filthy alley.

"What just happened?" Lana asked, as she stared around. At the open end of the alley, a car whizzed past. "Where are we?"

"At a guess? We just got forcibly ejected. We're in the alley behind the club," Lois nodded at a sign nailed to the brick wall near the opening of the alley. "We're still in Metropolis. I passed that sign on my way in."

"So what do we do now?" Lana asked.

The reporter looked around with a frown. There wasn't much in the alley to work with. No sign of their clothes. Then she tiptoed nearer the alley, to an overflowing trashcan, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Someone had thrown away an entire copy of the Daily Planet's evening edition.

When Lois and Lana exited the alley, the two women were covered—barely—in makeshift tube dresses of newsprint. There was no way to make shoes or underwear, and the two women kept close together and had to be careful how they moved. Lois Lane felt every errant breeze between her legs, and she knew Lana felt the same way. When the redhead slid her hand inside hers, Lois threaded her fingers through the other woman's and gave a little squeeze.

"Okay, getting back in the club is not happening," Lois said. "How far away do you live?"

"Uptown," Lana said, glumly. "I took a cab."

"I'm just past Metropolis park," Lois said. "It's only about five miles. We can walk it. The doorman will let me in."

Lana Lang took a deep breath...and then immediately her nipples popped out of the top of her paper dressed. Lois smiled as the redhead swiftly made herself decent again.

"Lay on, MacDuff," Lana said, her face flushed. "I mean, what's the worst that could happen?"

Lois Lane wished she hadn't said that.

Metropolis, like most major cities, never really sleeps. The two barely-clad women did not have the streets to themselves. Lois Lane felt Lana press closer against her as the cop car slowed down while they walked by. Without ID or money, the women could be arrested for any number of things. While the Metropolis PD weren't as notorious as Gotham's cops for extorting sex from suspects, the reporter knew that no police department was free of its bad apples.

Yet after a long minute, the cops got a squawk on the radio, and the two women moved on, and let out a sigh of relief.

On past the park, where the homeless slept, **** deals went down, and lonely men visited gloryholes in bathrooms in the wee hours of the night. The hard pavement had taken its toll on the women's bare feet, which were black and grimy. Lois hoped that as long as they kept moving, they wouldn't meet any of the predators that stalked the street. They must have looked like **** bait to any sicko out on the prowl, but at least the two of them together had each other's backs, and Lois was glad right then to have Lana by her side, palm clasped to sweaty palm.

Then there was a crack of thunder. The wind whipped at their impromptu dresses. The reporter shivered as the temperature dropped. She could almost taste what was about to come. Her apartment building was only a mile away...

...then the rain came.

The women looked at each other as the newsprint began to cling to their curves...and then, by mutual agreement, they broke into a run. Hand in hand through the rain and darkness, the headlights of passing cars bright as comets. Soggy paper slumped, crinkled, and slipped, to reveal slivers of deliciously bare flesh to passers-by...and just as Lois Lane came up to the door, a strong gust tore Lana's impromptu outfit clean off and sent it flying down the street.

With all the dignity she could muster, one arm holding the wet newsprint against her nipples, Lois faced the doorman and said.

"Lois Lane, and guest. Could you buzz us in please, George?"

The old man blinked twice, then nodded and opened the door.

They left wet footprints across the lobby. In the elevator, they let out a little sigh...and Lois blushed a little as she stared into the mirrored walls, as she noticed that the back half of her dress had at some point dropped away, and her ass was completely bare.

Lana grinned and gave the exposed buttocks a playful smack.

"You sure know how to show a girl a good time, Lane," she said with a grin. "But what's the plan for the rest of the evening?"

The elevator door opened, and Lois led the way to her apartment door. The spare key was where it should have been, above the doorsill, and Lois let the newspaper drop as the door closed behind them.

"Vodka in the fridge," Lois said. "A foot soak. Then a shower. I've got some clothes you can borrow. Then sleep."

"That all sounds wonderful," Lana said as she stretched...and as Lois Lane saw those wet, freckled shoulders from behind, she felt a heat between her legs. Bit her lip. It wasn't supposed to be like this, of course. She wasn't supposed to fall for the redhead.

Yet in five minutes they had their feet soaking together in warm water and bactine, beneath the kitchen table. Glasses clinked as they took their first shots together. Toes played against each other, not hard, just...skinship.

In her own words, Lana Lang told Lois about growing up in Smallville. All the expectations of a Kansas family on their daughter. The unseen pressures. Her relationship with Clark Kent, that had never gotten as far as Lois thought it might have. As Lois reached for the bottle again, Lana stretched forward and moved it out of the reporter's reach.

Lois looked a question. Lana licked her lips nervously.

"I just...whatever happens tonight. I want us to be sober. I don't...want it to be a drunken mistake," the redhead's lips set in a pink line. "Because I really, really want to...make love with you. Tonight. And I don't want it to be...I don't want that as a crutch. An excuse. I..."

The reporter lifted her sore, soggy feet out of the tub and reached for a towel.

"It's okay, Smallville. I want to hear what you sound like when you cum in the shower," Lois said...and she meant it.

Very few will ever know what it is like, to squeeze into a shower, clammy flesh against clammy flesh, and let the hot water burst overhead as hot lips meet, questioning, inquiring, opening, and finally accepting. To feel firm flesh against you, so exciting in the exploration, and to feel too as they did the same. The little jostle for position, as Lana, who was a touch taller, moved her thigh in between the reporter's legs...and then Lois threaded her leg...and the two of them were locked together as the steam rose up rubbing each other's pussies, kissing, panting, groping, hearts beating faster and faster...

They weren't particularly clean, when they left the shower. Yet they were warmed up. Toweled off and climbed naked under the sheets, giggling like teens at a sleepover. Except now it was Lois Lane's turn to be bold. Her fingers that rubbed against Lana's clit. Her teeth that nibbled at the redhead's ear. Her lips that kissed their way down that long, supple body, to taste that hot, tangy cleft as Lana clung to the sheets and writhed and moaned.

Lois and Lana did not get much sleep that night...and when at last they finally dozed off, as the sun rose outside and their night out came to an end, Lois wondered at how and why they had been expelled from the club. Had it just been a ploy, to derail the reporter's investigation? Or had Lana's presence upset some carefully laid plan? Maybe this was the plan—had Lana been set in her path, specifically so that they could be in lesbians with each other? That seemed a far-fetched notion, but Lois was **** to consider it, as she sank into a fitful sleep.

In her dreams, she ran naked through the rain with a red-haired lover at her side—and Lois Lane knew that whatever else came of this, she would never regret her night out.