Lois Breaks Away

Lois barely felt the pinprick in her breasts—but she did feel it. The tiny pain was enough to kick the sex-starved reporter out of her momentary lapse in judgment. Her right heel stamped down hard, crushing Poison Ivy's toes. The villain cried out, her grip on the reporter's breasts loosened—and Lois pulled away, diving into the crowd.

Behind her, on the dance floor, the villain took a step to follow...and then slipped and fell. The pain of two broken toes demanded her attention, and the redhead cursed under her breath as Lois kept her head down and fled out of her sight. The villain tapped an earpiece and whispered an instruction for the club's security to apprehend the reporter...not that Ivy had much hope they would. Lois Lane was, after all, infamously resourceful.

A grim smile graced Ivy's lips as she delicately stood up on her good leg, and hobbled toward the bar. Resourceful Lois might be, but she was carrying Ivy's little gifts with her...and it amused the villain to think about how the Daily Planet's greatest reporter might handle that.

Lois, for her part, kept low, crawling through the crowded dance floor. She reversed her jacket, the better to not be identified, and instead of heading straight for the exit she made a bee-line for the women's restroom. Her nipples had started to itch, and glancing down at them Lois was shocked to see two red splotches on the white fabric of her t-shirt.

A pang ran through Lois Lane. Her breasts had always been small, and she had always been self-conscious about that, but she was attached to her girls. The thought that Ivy might have done something to her boobs hit her harder than she thought was possible. The reporter swore under her breath as her heels clacked on bathroom tile...and was glad to find that one of the stalls was empty and reasonably clean.

Seating herself on the toilet seat, Lois Lane pulled off her jacket and shirt, to observe what Poison Ivy had done to her.