Kryptonian Pheromones

Slipping through the maintenance door, Luthor could hear the women moaning in the stall, still unaware of his presence...and as sexually excited as they might be at the moment, he needed to truly incapacitate them, drive them into such a sexual frenzy that they would fuck anything...or anyone.

"Deploy pheromones," he whispered, and the onboard computer obliged. A light reddish mist began venting from his armor. The concentrated sex pheromones of an adult Kryptonian began to drift out from him like a fog. The chemical would bypass the women's higher brain functions, latching on to receptors in their altered brains, stimulating arousal and aggression...Mercy had called it "pon farr gas," and he had to admit there was a certain ironic truth.

Slowly, silently, he neared the stall, the mist creeping out before him. The ladies wouldn't know what hit them...

Lois had managed to shove three fingers into Mercy's twat, and Maria was lubing up the bodyguard's asshole to see if she could beat that. None of them quite noticed the read mist seeping in beneath the walls of the stall.

"C...come on, Lane," Mercy said. "I said stick it in, not split me open!"

"Ooh, is the big bad bodyguard begging for Mercy?" Lois waggled her fingers, a devilish glint in her eye. "To tell you the truth Miss Graves, I've been wanting to get you in position for an in depth interview for some time!" The reporter shoved her fingers as deep as they can go. "Just between us girls...can Lex Luthor even get it up anymore?"

"Augh, you...bitch!" Mercy said, grabbing Lois' head in her hands and dragging the black-haired woman's mouth down to her clit. "You...you don't get to talk about Mister Luthor like that! Ooh!"

The bodyguard half jumped as Maria pressed three fingers fingers against her now-sloppy pucker.

"The way I hear it," Maria said. "Is that Mr. L doesn't get it up for anyone at all, that isn't a Kryptonian. He's got such a rage-boner for Superman, he can't even get it up for human women any more."

"He's not asexual...oh fuck, deeper you dirty cunt, I want that in my ass...he's just...driven."

"Too driven for a date night?" Maria teased.

"It...it builds up. He gets so into things, so intense, and he neglects his...his basic sexual maintenance. Then it just sort of...explodes. You've never seen him when he's like that. You bitches couldn't keep up with him..."

The red mist was stirring around Lois' knees as she sucked on Mercy's clit, three fingers still buried in the bodyguard's muff, and her free hand digging at her own holes. She was feeling awfully neglected...might be time to change things up...