Chapter 12 by Zeebop

Can Lois Keep It Together, or Does She Jump The First Cock She Sees?

Lois Can Keep It Together

The reporter took a deep breath, heart racing, pussy squishy inside her tight pants. The stairwell was dark, and smelled like people had been using it as a bathroom. That helped her focus. She wasn't sure what hell the FUCK ME pill was, but she wasn't about to give in to some pervy **** dealer's aphrodisiac. The woman reminded herself that she was Lois Lane, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter.

I'm in control, Lois told herself as they hit the bottom level. Through the open doorway...the firedoor itself being long gone...and the trio found themselves at the end of a hallway. The thump and crash of muffled music echoed down the hall. Something different from the industrial house music upstairs. This was live.

Every step, Lois Lane's pussy reminded her that it was empty. Maria and Aisha followed, chittering, passing a reefer back and forth, getting higher than they already were. Lois told herself that it was all in her head, but she could feel the sweat bead on her forehead as the itching, burning need in her pussy seemed to reach deeper and deeper, until she swore that her womb was on fire.

The scenery wasn't helping. Black graffiti on the bare concrete walls, H. R. Giger meets Mayan hieroglyphs, weirdly stylized human figures with biomechanical genitals of obscene size. Aisha and Maria pointed and laughed, Lois smiled, eyes sliding over the painted cocks, cunts, mouths, assholes, and tits as she tried not to see them, but in her feverish haze she found herself looking at them out of the corner of her eye.

After an eternity, that arrived at the Black Door. There was a small line as the Bouncer checked IDs...and Lois felt her heart jump into her throat as she recognized the couple in front of them.

Zan and Jayna...the Wonder Twins.

The extraterrestrial brother and sister were in civilian garb, their purple costumes replaced with tight-fitting but matching mesh shirts and assless chaps. Arm in arm, hand in hand, they were waiting patiently...and then they turned...Lois Lane's eyes dropped automatically to Zan's bulge, prominent in the tight pants...and then quickly raised her head to meet their gaze.