Lois Decides To Escape While She Can

Numb puss or not, the reporter decided now was as good a time to leave as any. Unable to find her clothes, the naked reporter covered her pussy with one hand and her nipples with her arm and slid out the door...leaving the sunlit beach and shaded pavilion behind...and stepped, disconcertingly, back into a corridor of cold concrete and fluorescent lights.

The floor was cold and hard beneath Lois Lane's feet...and she was glad that she could feel the warmth of her palm against her pussy. Except that was all. There was no pleasure, no familiar tingle. Her cunny was dry and almost inert. The reporter tried not to think of it as she slipped down the corridor...and turning a corner, found herself in a very different hallway.

Bare concrete gave way to plus scarlet carpet. Bare walls were fresh-painted in a neutral hotel peach. Erotic prints of superheroines graced the wall between wooden doors secured with keycard locks. Lois walked softly, ears picking up nothing...either these rooms were empty, or the soundproofing in this part of the brothel was very good...and Lois was fairly certain it was the latter.

She was just tip-toeing past one door when it opened suddenly. Lois froze, half-turned, and stared at the figure of a woman...

At first, Lois thought that she was one of those furries. The figure was taller than Lois, with long, lean limbs and a narrow waist; a veritable mane of red hair, black lips that curled back from sharp teeth, and a tawny coat of fur, speckled with black spots like a leopard... Except the woman was too natural in her nakedness. There was no sign of a zipper or seam, the fur between her legs looked damp and stringy.

"You're late," she said, voice gruff but needy, almost a whine. Lois couldn't see a blush through all the fur, but she could tell the slit pupils were dilated, the pointed ears were erect, the woman's tail thrashing back and forth like a cat in heat. "Come on in."

Lois looked past the Cheetah-woman...it seemed a normal hotel bedroom...and the reporter realized that this villainess must have ordered a whore, and had mistaken Lois for the prostitute she had asked for! Down the corridor, there was the sound of a familiar voice humming an unfamiliar song...and Lois knew that it was Circe.