Have Her Sign A Porn Contract

"Isley," Lex asked as Lois moved her eager mouth to his balls. "What would you say her cognitive state is right now?"

"Severely impaired," the red-head tapped at her tablet. "Similar brain activity in the frontal lobes as someone severely drunk—rational decision making reduced, inhibitions lowered. Increased release of endorphins from physical activity, sexual response approaching bonobo levels..."

"Perfect," he muttered. "Mercy! Bring the paperwork."

Mercy Graves, Lex Luthor's bodyguard-cum-factotum, arrived with a clipboard with a thick sheath of papers, and a pen. Placing his hand against the bimbo's forehead, Lex levered his testicles out of Lois Lane's mouth.

"Want cock," Lois whined. "Want fuck."

"And you can have both," Lex said with a smile. "Can you read this Lois?"

The raven-haired reporter squinted at the paper.

"LexCorp Adult Actor Multi-Film Contract," she read out. "I, Lois Lane, hereafter known as "actor" do promise..."

"Very good," Lex said. "We'd like you to fuck a lot of people Lois. On camera. We're going to film it, and give you money when we're done. All you need is to sign the forms..."

The bimbo took the pen that Mercy proferred. Isley shook her head.

"This can't be legal," she muttered.

"LexCorp has the best lawyers in the country," Mercy told her. "Once the forms are signed and notarized, Lois will have little chance to contest them. Of course, she can always default on her obligations...but that comes with a penalty."

"Here," Lex indicated. "Is where you assign all copyrights to LexCorp in perpetuity."

Lois signed her name, making a little heart above the "i" in Lois. Then she filled in the date.

"And this," he turned a page. "Is the gang-bang addendum. Please make your mark here."

Lois made an X. Her pussy was starting to itch.

"No birth control subclause."

Lois made an X. She reached down, groping under her dick, and tried to make like she was scratching her slit.

"Agreement to use your real name and likeness in marketing materials."

Lois made an X. The bimbo bit her lip as she began to openly finger herself. Her cunt was burning.

Lex Luthor's smile couldn't physically get any wider. He flipped to the final page. It was a list of film titles like Futanari Fucker From Out of Space and Lois Lane, World's Greatest Gangbang.

"Now, what film do you want to make tonight?" He asked.