Ivy Slides Her Hands Up Under Lois Lane's Shirt

The music boomed. Hips swayed together. Lois Lane felt the warm breath on her neck...and the hands slid upwards from her waist. Slipped under the reporter's shirt. Slowly at first...testing the waters...waiting to see if Lois would stop her.

Lois didn't.

Unnatural heat ran through the reporter's body. It had been so long since she had this kind of human contact...since someone had wanted her. She raised her arms into the air and moved with the music, as the other dancers crowded close. Letting herself go just this one time...

Poison Ivy smiled to herself as her fingers crept upwards, like roots delving through soil. She explored the reporter's slim stomach, the hard-packed muscles of her abs, the ribs that showed through her skin. Then her fingers found the last barrier to her prize...and Lois yelped a little as the warm, soft fingers pushed up and under her bra to seize her breasts.

A part of Lois knew she should have stopped there...that this was going too far...and then Ivy squeezed. The small, soft nipples pressed between her fingers, and the villain pressed her body against Lois Lane's...grinding her crotch against the reporter's ass...and Lois barely felt the little pinprick in each nipple as Ivy injected something into each of the reporter's breasts.