Ivy Joins Lois On The Dance Floor

A new song started. Lois Lane could feel the deep bass beat causing the dance floor to vibrate. Hot young bodies crowded onto the floor as the lights shifted to a startling emerald green...the strippers in their cages shifted to a bump and grind...and before she knew it, the reporter was hemmed in against the mass of bodies.

A hand slipped across her ass—not pinching, just a squeeze. Butts bumped against her hips, and Lois brought up her arms and tried to move with the crowd, to find the pulse of the beat, maybe make her way to the edge—the sound was amazing, so loud that Lois could hardly think. The buzz of the **** hit Lois and she found herself smiling. It had been so long since she had last gone dancing...

Too long. Her left heel caught a crack in the floor, snapped. Lois lost her balance, began to topple...

Hands touched her again...but this time, it wasn't an accident. Slim, strong hands grabbed her hips. Lois could feel the body behind her, moving with her...and maybe it was the ****, and maybe it was the dance, but Lois didn't immediately try to get away. The arms helped to balance her as she slipped out of her shoes. Barefoot now, she quickly regained the balance...and the figure behind her began to sway and grind.

It was a woman. Lois could tell that right away, as the crotch pressed into her bum. There was no bulge there...and beyond that, the way her partner moved was how a woman moved. Hips swaying. Hands holding her gently, guiding her. The reporter held her arms up above her head and leaned into it, remembering other dances...how long had it been since she had danced with someone else? Far, far too long.

Then the hands began to move...