Jimmy Olsen

A familiar carrot-top stood framed in the doorway. Lois blushed at the sudden flash of his camera. The flash went off half a dozen more times as Lois held up her hands, to try and disguise her face.

"Dammit, Olsen," Lois cursed...and he stopped. She lowered her hands, and saw the Daily Planet photographer lower his camera, mouth agape.

"Miss Lane?" he said in a whisper. "Is that..."

Lois felt the dick go soft within her, and pull out.

"Jimmy," she said. "I can...I can explain."

Lois moaned as she something else probed at her nether region. With a yelp, she felt fingers begin to probe her wet cunt.

"Oh, I think I understand," Jimmy said with a smirk. "You know there's a pool at the office, wondering what your kink is? I figured you had a thing for superheroes, but looks like you're into something a little different..."

Lois frowned, but could only gasp as the fingers dug and swirled within her. She pressed her ass against the hole in the stall.

"Look, you can't...you can't tell anyone about this."

"Oh, I won't Miss Lane." Jimmy said, all smiles. "I know you have an image to maintain, and I personally don't care about how you get off. No, my lips are sealed..."

Then the smile became a leer, and Jimmy unzipped his pants. "...as long as your lips are sealed around something of mine."