Epilogue: The Devil You Know

Lois Lane didn't feel any different when she went to the Daily Planet offices the next morning. Oh, she was wearing her push-up bra, and maybe let a button unbuttoned on her blouse; and the black pencil skirt and heels were doing wonders for showing off her legs...and she smiled when she noticed the odd eye catch and hold on her.

You're sexy and you know it, Lane, Lois told herself. She could almost ignore that cold spot in the center of her head now, the feeling like someone was watching the world through her eyes.

Perry White held the normal Monday morning meeting, handing out new assignments.

"...Lexcorp is holding a gala to promote its new electric car. Lane, you're attending. Jimmy will take pictures."

"Right chief," Lois said, and flashed him a Mona Lisa smile. It came so easily to her face these days.

That evening, Lois went shopping for a dress. Not in the stores she normally went to. Something inside of her said that this was an opportunity to show off. To be noticed. Lois knew a grad student in the art department at Metropolis University. Ginny was a mousy thing with an eye for the revealing. Within half an hour, Lois found herself down to her underwear, letting her take measurements.

"Thursday," Ginny said, and named a price. A bit steep...but Lois had decent credit. She paid and left.

The week went by, as weeks do. Lois counted calories, munching on salad to maintain her trim figure. Worked hard at the gym, enjoying the eyes on her sweaty body. She found herself doing more squats, thinking how she would look with a bigger, more muscular ass. In the showers, ran her eyes over the other women...nothing unusual about that...except maybe her gaze lingered a little longer than normal.

She carried the image of those naked women home with her, so that they came back in the night, as she lay sweaty and still, unable to sleep, an itch between her thighs that she couldn't scratch.

Thursday came. The dress was scarlet, with little red leather cuffs on the wrists. the arms were bare, with sashes of cloth that led from the wrist-cuffs to the shoulders. A plunging v-line that ran almost to the reporter's crotch. Ankle-cuffs too, although there was a bit more material for the legs, if only to keep things decent. A red leather collar about her neck. And three-inch red spike heels. Lois took it from Ginny with a kiss.

Hairdresser. Nails. Makeup. Friday night, Lois had hired a cab, and met Jimmy at the LexCorp building.

"Wow, Miss Lane!" The ginger-haired photographer was in a rather slim and standard black tux...with a bowtie. A rental, no doubt. "You look...great!"

"Thank you, Jimmy," Lois gave him her half-smile. "Now, let's party..."

The reporter moved like a crimson hummingbird among a field of black flowers. People watched as she moved, and Lois knew it. The dress seemed to flow with her, sometimes giving the impression of flight as the sashes of cloth lifted up like wings between her arms. Yet when she was still, Lois knew she looked...****. Like a harem ****. The cuffs and collar did that.

"Lois," a familiar voice said from behind her. "So glad you could make it."

Lex Luthor stood there, his bald head gleaming, green eyes penetrating. He wore a deep blue suit...some fabric Lois wasn't familiar with; it almost seemed to shade to grey around the edges. He handed her a glass of champagne.

She sipped, politely...and then with surprise when she tasted the touch of yeast, the bubbly effervescence. A grand cru, no doubt. Lex spared no expense...but he wasn't looking at the cars.

Yet they spoke...at first about the event, the cars. But it was clear that Lex had lost interest in them already. The party moved around them, Jimmy took his pictures. Lex never took his eyes off of her. Not when he refilled their champagne glasses. Not when some executive started to speak, touting the advantages of the new vehicles. Lois wasn't even listening to the spiel. There was an invitation in those eyes...one that normally Lois would never even consider.

Yet some voice inside of her pushed her to go for it...

A small bedroom attached to his private office, high up in LexCorp tower. For when he wanted to spend the nights away from home, working. He was already hard as he took off his pants...but she plucked the sheepskin condom from his hands. Gave him that Mona Lisa smile as she took it out of its wrapper...and placed it in her mouth, right in front of her teeth.

Lex Luthor sat on the edge of the bed as Lois Lane knelt before him like some fantasy ****, unrolling the condom onto his stiff prick with her mouth. Let her tongue play over the skin-clad dick. Pressed her mouth all the way down to the base, until the tip of his cock was in her throat...and in that moment, Lois knew that for all of his genius, all of his schemes and wealth, Lex Luthor was just a human man with an average cock...and she undid the sash at her waist, like Ginny had showed her, and the cloth fell away to reveal red thong panties. Pulled those aside to reveal the hairless, freshly shaven cunt.

He tried to grab her shoulders, but with surprising strength, she pushed him back on the bed and rose, still drooling with the taste of his cock in her mouth, and climbed onto him. Lois pressed her lips against his own, shoved her tongue in there...and reaching bag, guided his cock to her dripping cunt.

Lois slammed her pussy down, pinning him to the bed. Lex was a big man, and Lois had no doubt he could have put up a fight if he wanted to...but one look in his eyes and he hesitated. Only a man after all. Only human. Lois squeezed her pussy as she raised her hips, then relaxed as she slid back down. Up and down, up and down, hips rising and falling, her hand on Lex's neck as their tongues wrestled, and all the sexual feelings that Lois had pent up over the entire week were worked out in one blissful, hot moment...

Maybe something looked out through her eyes. Maybe that was what Lex saw, that made him just go with it as she used him for her pleasure. Too soon, she felt the cock stiffen, throb...and then soften. With disgust, the reporter dragged her sopping slit off of his condom-clad cock, the balloon holding his precious cum. Her hands gripped his bald head as she rubbed her pussy against his face...and he opened his mouth, that broad tongue sliding into her cunny, and Lois rode him hard, gyrating against his face as she felt the tide rise inside of her...until light seemed to explode within her skull, like the distant echo of thunder, and her thighs quaked and quivered. Pussy juice exploded over the billionaire's face, and he coughed and gagged, tongue numb...and Lois gave a little sigh as she stood up.

She liked to stand over him. Liked to see him there, beneath her. As it should be.

"That was fun, Lex," Lois felt positively wicked as she stared down at the gasping, wet villain. "Thanks for inviting me to the party."

His hands clutched at her knees. Numbly, he tried to make his needs known...and Lois felt the secret smile set in her face as she realized what he was asking her for.

Do it, a voice said inside of Lois Lane's head. Why not?

She couldn't tell if it was her own voice. Yet she felt the pressure inside her bladder...and he was asking for it...why not?

Two fingers stretched out her labia, flashing him the hot pink insides of the reporter's freshly shaven cunt. The small entrance to her vagina, the stiff little clit in its hood...and between those two, the tiny dimple of her urethra. Lois squeezed internal muscles, and it was always harder to go when someone was nearby, but now it seemed so impossibly easy...

The line of hot yellow piss flashed out. It hit Lex Luthor's neck, at first, but Lois shifted the angle, and the urine splashed against his face, into his waiting mouth. She avoided his burning green eyes, focused as they were on this demon-goddess that had overthrown him and was now marking him as her own...or so, Lois Lane surmised, that was what was going on in his head.

She shook her hips to let the last few drops drip down on him.

As she left the LexCorp building, Lois realized she felt lighter. Like a demon had been conquered. She no longer feared Lex Luthor...and somehow, she felt freer now than she had ever been. There was so much more for her to do...so many more people she could experience things with...

...and why did I ever hold myself back?

Lois heard the voice in her head, and couldn't tell if it was her own.