Chapter 6 by Zeebop

What does Lois say?

I Haven't Had Sex In Nine Months

The words were out of the reporter's mouth before she even realized what she had said. Her cheeks blushed red as she realized what she had just admitted...but Tyrell simply smiled and placed his hands on her hips.

The lights shifted and music changed. A dull, thumping beat, green streams of light shooting out across the ceiling. Tyrell kept his hands on her hips as he swayed, his package closer to Lois Lane's crotch than it was before...close enough she could almost imagine him bumping into her pelvis.

"A woman like you?" He said, his dark eyes locked on hers. "If you were mine, I wouldn't let you go lonely a single night."

Lois leaned back and away from him, grabbed and lifted his wrists...and he twirled her around, reversed the grip. So that her pert little ass pressed into his crotch, his big strong arm was across her chest. He still moved to the music, hips swaying...but now Lois could feel the hardness of his erection press into her ass. His free hand came down to stroke her thigh.

"You know," he spoke into her ear, louder than she'd like so he could be heard over the music. "There's some private rooms in the back. If you'd like, we can talk..."

Her ass began to grind into him. Lois bit her lip. It had been far too long since she had danced with anyone like that...and maybe this was her chance to see what happened behind the scenes in this club.

That's what Lois told herself, anyway. Yet Blaze's aphrodisiac was already twisting the reporter's logic, and she was making excuses for what her pussy wanted to do.

"Okay," Lois said. "But just talking!"