Fill Her In

"Lana," Lois said, looking into those big blue eyes, and using a wad of toilet paper to clean off her cunt. Lana was trying not to stare, not that Lois minded. It seemed silly after what they'd just done to be squeamish about that. "I have to tell you, I...didn't come here for public sex. I came here for something else."

So the reporter told her, quickly and quietly, about the missing women, about the sudden need for the restroom and...everything. Even the surprise dick through the wall. The redhead's eyes widened as she spoke, saying nothing the whole time, and Lois wondered what the redhead must think of her, getting tipsy while out on an assignment, jumping on the first cock she saw... Almost absently, Lana picked her panties up off the floor and put them in her purse.

"Wow. So...I guess I screwed things up for you here." The Kansas woman was blushing.

"No! Nononono. I mean, you came on pretty strong what with the cellphone pic and the panty drop and everything but..." Lois shook her head, and tried to put her wardrobe back together, pulling pants and panties back into place. "Look, what I'm saying is that as long as I'm here, I have a job to do."

"You mean we have a job to do. I'm helping." Lana said, sticking out her chin.

"What?" Lois said, taken a bit aback.

"I'm helping. Those women could be sex-trafficked or worse. The two of us can cover more ground in the club if we work together. And I think we make a...pretty good team." Lana took Lois' hand into her own, their fingers interlacing.

"What do you say, City? We down for a team-up?" Lana said, a twinkle in her eye.

"It's a date, Smallville." Lois said, and liked the way that sounded.