Epilogue: Date Night

Jacques & Jeanes was one of the more authentic French restaurants in Metropolis, without being one of the most expensive. The owners would have been Michelin-starred chefs, if they wanted that attention and hassle, but they preferred good food and better clientele...and because of that, they occupied a less-than-trendy fifth-floor space in a 12-story building, decorated with eclectic art from street artists in Marseille.

Lois Lane had reserved the table out on the balcony. It gave a view of the great canyon that was one of Metropolis' main streets, and the night was cool without being cold. Red lipstick tonight, and a black backless dress that showed off her pale arms and a sliver of her chest. If Lois had the breasts for it, it would have shown a generous amount of cleavage, but as it is it matched her hair, and the night...and her date, who was guided to the table, looked at Lois appreciatively as the reporter stood up to greet her.

"I have to admit," Barbara Gordon said, the redhead dressed simply but fashionably in a loose pantsuit and blouse that seemed somewhere between Japanese and Arabian. "I was surprised when you asked me out."

"First woman to ask you out since you got old enough to drink?" Lois teased. She'd already told the waiter what wine to bring.

"You are," the young, fit woman said with a smile. Green eyes flashed beneath red eyebrows. "But what I mean is, I thought you were with Supergirl."

The waiter brought the bottle, and the menus. Lois and Barbara accepted the interruption, clinked glasses, tasted the champagne...bubbly, sharp, with just a hint of yeast. Not a grand cru, but not far from it.

"Kara is my girlfriend," Lois said.

"So why invite me out on a date?" Barbara asked as she set her wine down to glance at the menu.

"Because she likes it when I make love to other women," Lois said frankly. "Sometimes she likes to watch. Sometimes she likes for me to tell her about it, later."

Barbara Gordon looked up from the menu. Their eyes met. The redhead had a good pokerface, but the reporter knew to look for the signs she couldn't control: the little dilation of the pupils, the fine hairs on the face...

"You don't mind, do you?" Lois pressed. "I wanted to be honest about it, upfront. If you're not interested, we can just have dinner, chat, and say goodnight."

The redhead's breasts heaved a little as she sucked in her breath. Strange calculations were going on behind those eyes.

"What exactly do you want to do to me?"

Lois Lane grinned.

"Darling...it's about what you're going to do to me."

Fresh white sheets on the bed. A scattering of rose petals. The lights were out, and candles burned. Bottles of lube at hand, and dental dams if needed. Kara was in her chair in the corner, in one of Lois' t-shirts and a blue pair of panties.

Barbara walked in, a little skittish, a little nervous. Lois excused herself to use the restroom, and when she had come out...freshly shaved, perfumed, and having finished two enemas...and her cock on display, hanging between her legs like a soft pink worm. She found the redhead on the bed, chatting with Kara like old friends. Lois walked out nude, which raised a blush on Barabra's cheeks...but the redhead was committed, now.

The redhead excused herself to take care of her own ablutions. Lois walked over to her girlfriend to run her hands through the blonde hair. Supergirl's nipples were already hard, and tented the front of the borrowed shirt.

"Are you wet yet, babe?" Lois whispered.

"I'm...excited," Supergirl said. "Do you think she's really...?"

"We talked about it. She said she was interested," Lois said. "And she's here. I think she wants to do it too..."

The door opened...and a strange figure stepped forth.

The black cowl covered the top of her face, but let her red hair spill out behind her. the half-cape covered her shoulders, but ended halfway down her back. Strapped to her hips was a harness of black synthetic fibers and black metal rings, something like a rappelling harness—except jutting out from between her legs was a curved, softly ridged half-moon of black silicone.

"On your knees, criminal slut," Bat-domme said a low, growly voice. "And suck my Bat-cock!"

Lois pulled herself away from Kara and fell onto her hands and knees. Crawled toward the Caped Crusader, her eyes fixed on the rigid toy between her legs. The reporter could just see the red strip of pubic hair above Barbara's pussy, where the other end of the toy was inserted. So that if Lois tugged down on the silicone shaft as she sucked it, the vibrations would be transmitted to the redhead's cunny.

Violet eyes stared up at Barbara Gordon as Lois played the obedient suck. Her mouth slurped and licked the ridges of the black strap-on. Took the curved tip into her mouth and sucked it like the head of a dick. Her own cock dangled between her legs, and behind her she could hear Kara peel her panties down to her thighs.

The reporter didn't try to take the whole thing in her mouth; even if it would have fit. Her focus was to keep moving so as to stimulate Barbara's pussy, and to get as much spit on it as she could. After all, she knew where it was going.

Beneath the mask, the pale cheeks reddened. Pink nipples stood out stiff and hard on Barbara's chest. She had the biggest breasts of any of them...full C-cups, which stood out high and proud. Lois let her eyes wander over the woman's body, to admire the clear definition of her muscles, the little white scars that were visible here and there...like an MMA fighter or a soldier who had been in more than one firefight. Her opinion of the young woman rose even as she ran her pink tongue down the shaft, far enough that she could smell the musky eagerness that wafted from her bare cunt...

"On the bed," Bat-domme said, her voice husky. "You criminals are all the same. You'll get what's coming to you in the end."

It was bad dialogue..but the roleplay worked for Kara, who sat in her chair, one hand pinched a nipple, the other rubbed against her pussy, utterly transfixed at the little play being enacted for her benefit.

Lois bent over the edge of the bed, her cock pressed behind her thighs. Rigid now, and clearly visible.

"No, Bat-domme! Please! Have mercy! I surrender!" Lois said in a high-pitched falsetto. She reached back and spread her cheeks, to expose her pink asshole. "Don't take me to Arkham! I'll do anything!"

"Criminals are a cowardly and superstitious lot," Bat-domme said...and then, apparently unable to think of a sexy follow-up line bent over with a flap of her cape and pressed the tip of her tool against Lois Lane's ass.

By a bit of sleight-of-hand, Bat-domme poured a bit of extra lube on her tool before she pressed it against the reporter's backside. Kara panted audibly as Barbara slid her tool in. Lois Lane, knees and thighs together, hands holding her cheeks apart, could feel every ridge as her asshole slowly opened and then slid shut...opened and slid shut...a little further each time, a little more held open as the bat-dildo sank into her asshole. Her rigid cock shook and began to drip by the time Lois felt the fabric of the harness press against her asscheeks.

"Does it hurt, citizen?" Bat-domme said, and Lois knew this was Barbara asking and grinned.

"Do your worst, Bat-cunt!" Lois shrieked...and Barbara Gordon grinned as she began to draw her hips back.

The silicone shaft sawed in and out of Lois Lane's asshole. Barbara grabbed the edge of the bed as a handhold as she pumped, slowly at first and then faster and faster, her ass angled so that Kara could catch every moment of the bat-dildo splitting her girlfriend's asshole...and of Batgirl's own exposed cunny, wet and slick as each thrust drove the other end of it inside of her, and crushed her clit.

Soon, they were all panting, sweating, moaning...Lois Lane's ass burned, and drops of jizz oozed out of the tip of her dick as the ridges scraped her prostate, to leave a white gooey mess down behind her knees where the sweat pooled...and it was Kara that came first, Kara whose fingers were a blur on her cunt as she vibrated at superspeed, her legs rigid as she began to float above the chair, her whole body stiff as the muscles contracted in electric pleasure...

...and Barbara was next, her thrusts shortened again and again until he was simply buried as deep in Lois Lane's ass as her toy could go, to rut and hump against the reporter's backside as she frigged herself to climax...crying out, not in her gravely Bat-domme voice, but in a sweet high voice that made Lois Lane's cock even harder.

Maybe next time, Lois thought as she licked her lips, I can turn the tables on Bat-domme.