I Want To Talk To Whoever Did That To Her

As much as Lois Lane did want to interview Jenny Dunlap and her enormous breasts, the reporter knew that she was simply a victim, a pawn in this scheme. She needed to find whoever was behind this madness, who had the power or capability for such **** body modification.

"I don't know if that's a good idea," Maria said, suddenly nervous. "The boss is probably taking a nap, and it's..."

"The perfect time," Lois slid over to her young guide, putting her hands on the woman's soft shoulders. "You can get us there, right? Just show me where the boss is. No harm in that."

Maria pouted. Opened her mouth to say something. Lois darted forward to steal a kiss. Her lips slipped against the young woman's, tongue sliding into the warm little mouth. Teeth gently tugged on the lower lip, just for a moment, as Lois pulled back. Leaving Maria wanting more.

The young woman swallowed, still tasting Lois Lane's spit. Swallowed and nodded.

They traveled through the back hallways, not stopping to look at any more of the attractions. Came out, after several minutes, into a hallway much more tastefully appointed than what she had seen so far. Plush red carpet, antique brass fittings. Except for the framed erotic prints on the wall of older superheroines from the 1940s in distress, it could have been an upscale hotel. The hallway ended at a heavy wood door, with a brass plaque:

MANAGER

Theatrically, Maria tiptoed up to the door, holding her ear against the heavy wood. Lois Lane found herself holding her own breath in, then realized what she was doing and stopped, forcing herself to act normally.

"I don't hear anything," Maria whispered. "Maybe she's out."

Lois slid past her, putting her hand on the ornate brass knob. Twisted, pushed...the door came open.

"I'll just take a peek." She said, sliding into the opulent office beyond.