Invite The Crowd To Use Her

Those who were standing close to Poison Ivy would have seen a shimmer in the air—perhaps in the lines of light they would have seen the particles float off her skin, like pollen, to land on the bare skin of the nearest clubgoers on the dance floor. Seen the skin flush, the eyes dilate and nostrils flare in that self-same crowd, crotches growing tight as cocks hardened and pussies grew damp and ready.

The villain's voice rang out, above the music:

"This slut's mouth is mine. The rest of her holes are open to use."

Lois could feel her blood pressure spike, heart pounding against her breastbone, throbbing in her temples. For the first time tonight, she felt a pang of fear cut through the pleasant alcoholic haze and excitement—not because of the warm bodies that crowded in on her, tearing away her shoes and pants, but because try as she might, Lois Lane could not stop sucking on Poison Ivy's big toe.

Now even when, ass bare and hanging out into the world, she felt the first fingers roughly shove themselves into her pussy. The suddenness of the penetration was nothing besides her tunnel-vision focus on twisting her tongue around the villain's toe, and opening her mouth wider to take more of the pale green-skinned goddess's little piggies into her mouth. Not even when spit-slick fingers pushed against her virgin ass.

Poison Ivy seemed to read the tension in Lois Lane's face, the sudden pain as Lois clenched against the invaders...which is when Ivy issued another command to the **** reporter.