It Isn't Long Before Lois Sees A Waitress Bent Over A Table And Fucked In Public

Which is how the Dialy Planet's Greatest Reporter found herself dolled up as a half-naked, sexy Star Sapphire, hauling beers between tables as supervillains drank and leered, joked and pawed. Ms. Blaze had not lied about the villains being handsy...Lois Lane had barely sashayed onto the floor with her first orders when she felt a daring claw tug at her costume—and she flashed a smile and spun away from Killer Croc, who loomed over a small table, his beady eyes fixed on her asscheeks.

Half of the escapees of Arkham Asylum were here, along with others that Lois recognized—members of the Flash's rogues' gallery, the Toyman, a couple of mid-level bosses from Intergang talking in low, urgent tones to the brutish Kalibak, son of Darkside. She delivered mai tais to Cheetah, who eyed with open lust the two waitresses dressed as Wonder Woman, and a banana daiquiri to Gorilla Grodd. The criminals all seemed relaxed, some of them talking openly about crimes they had planned or committed...but nothing about the missing women, though Lois still thought that they had to be here...somewhere.

Lois Lane's calves were aching after an hour of busing tables and filling orders, regretting that she had to wear these heels, when Kalibak, rising from his chair, grabbed a Hispanic woman dressed as Supergirl that was passing the reporter, and slammed her onto the table that Lois had just cleared. He opened one massive hand, gold coins falling down on the Latina's chest as he ripped away her top and flipped up her skirt. The reporter could not help but gawp as his cock—a grey gnarled bat, thin but stiff—popped out, and shoved it into the Supergirl's slit without preamble.

The table, bolted to the floor, shuddered as his ass rose and fell. The conversation died down a little as people watched the show. A few punters laid bets on how long either he or the girl would last...and no one, absolutely no one, tried to stop them. The Hispanic Supergirl, holding onto the table for dear life, her breasts wobbling, grit her teeth and bore the sexual **** with what Lois thought was grim determination...

...and then the thick, brown legs wrapped as well as they could around Kallibak's hips, her buttocks rose and fell as she started to fuck him back. She began to coax him to fuck her harder...faster...

"You're so big, papá!" The woman moaned. "Oh, you're going to split me in two! You know I like it rough...do it!"

Lois shook herself and returned to work, wondering what was more disturbing—the suddenness of the ****, how the woman had welcomed it—or that a warm, wet trickle was leaking down from her own exposed pussy.