Lesbian Biker Bar

The name of the bar was Dyke's. A sign in the parking lot said it was for American bikes only. Lois Lane was tired, naked, and had a dick. She was beyond caring about the subtle cues when she walked through the door.

Leather-clad women stopped and stared as the nude dick girl came in. Drinks settled to the tables, broad women with tattoos and scars turned to admire her, then do double-takes when they saw the cock between her legs. One punk-looking young woman by the door managed a whistle, but Lois ignored her. Ignored everyone as she walked up to the bar.

"Hi," she said with a smile.

The bartender was an Amazonian redhead with biceps bigger than Lois Lane's thighs. Seven feet tall if an inch. She was bare-chested, with black masking tape X's over each nipple. Lois thought she looked vaguely familiar from somewhere.

"Can I help you?"

"Lois." Lois blinked, irritably. "I need clothes, and I'd like a drink."

The Amazon cocked her head, green eyes narrowing as if she recognized Lois.

"I don't see a wallet."

"Left it with my pants." Lois admitted. "Run me a tab? I'm good for it."

The redhead looked like she wasn't sure what the reporter was good for.

To the reporter's left, a skinny woman with a shock of black hair in a pixie cut stood up from the bar. Her wrist flickered, a knife suddenly there.

"Ain't been a dick in Dyke's for ten years," the biker bitch said. "Don't want none either."

Lois tried to stay loose, though inwardly she was tense. She hadn't come here for a fight, especially not when it looked like every woman here wanted a piece of her. But she was prepared to knock this bitch's teeth in if that's what it took to get some goddamn pants.

"Siddown, Dora," The bartender ordered. Slowly, reluctantly, the woman did. The redhead turned back to the reporter.

"She's got a point though. Dyke's only serves rugmunchers. You want to open a tab, you need to establish credit."

Lois drew her shoulders back and stared the redhead in the eye.

"Fine by me." She said, putting on as much bluster as she could manage. "Whose pussy do I have to eat?"