End: Pee In The Sink

With what little dignity Lois Lane could muster, she walked over to the sink. Placing her ass on the edge, she hoisted herself up, her clit piercings jangling against the lip..and when she felt the spigot press hard against her lower back, Lois finally relaxed her cunny.

It wasn't like peeing, really. Painfully cramped muscles loosed, and the torrent of Circe's piss she had been carrying fell out in a wet splash...and then a drizzle...and then the reporter's cheeks burned as she began to actually pee, her urethra burning as she let loose all the pent-up piss from the night.

Some night out, the reporter thought bitterly. I've been branded, ****, pierced, had sex with an immortal sorceress, **** to run naked across a crowded club, and now I'm in a filthy men's room pissing in a sink...and I still haven't found those missing women.

One of the men came out of the stall. Lois didn't meet his gaze, but she could feel his eyes on her as he washed his hands in the sink next to her. The reporter couldn't even cover her breasts, because it would have meant letting go of the edge of the sink, and she didn't want to fall in while she was peeing.

"Could you," she said softly, "be so kind as to get me a roll of toilet paper?"

Maybe he didn't understand her, because what he did was disengage the paper towel dispenser from the wall, bringing her the whole roll of rough brown paper.

"Thank you," Lois said as she slid forward.

The reporter tore a square off and wiped between her legs, which sent her piercings to jangling again...and determined that this whole night was a wash, and the last thing she would do was go back downstairs to Circe. No, Lois was going home...and she wasn't doing it naked.

Tossing the piss-stained paper aside, Lois began to unroll the paper towels around her body. It was a tricky operation...and more than one man was staring as Lois carefully rolled up hems to keep the fragile "dress" intact...but once all the important bits were covered, and paper towels in hand, Lois stepped out of the restroom.

No purse, no smartphone, but Lois Lane would make her way back to her apartment, and the spare key would get her in there, and then...she would just do her best to forget this night out ever happened.

Yet with ever step, she could feel the heavy rings pierce her labia...and she knew that the brand still scarred her belly, declaring her pussy to be Circe's property...and the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter had the sickening feeling that she would be dealing with the outcome of this night for a long time to come.