Lois Decides To Use Her Powers For Evil

The reporter slipped out of the room, her new loin-cloth swishing between her bare legs. In the hall outside, she put on her heels.

Unlike the spaces that Maria had been leading the reporter through, this hallway looked to the public face of the superheroine bordello: gold paint, heavy doors of dark wood, plush red carpet, tasteful nude art of various superheroines on the walls.

Senses fine-tuned to the subtle sounds and pheromone discharges of sex, Lois smiled as she sauntered down the corridor. She could almost feel the frantic fucking behind the closed doors, pussies and asses pounded, seed spent in white arcs that made her pussy water. The whole operation spoke of a high degree of organization and, Lois had no doubt, profit.

But there was room for improvement. She could tell that not every room was occupied, and even those which did were, some of the prostitutes were alone...or only serving a single customer. A dreadful waste of capacity.

If I were in charge, Lois thought, I'd really make these sluts work their cunts. Maybe some sort of rota system, special events...gangbang Batgirl, impregnate Wonder Woman, Wonder Twins Wednesday...and proper advertisement...

The more the reporter saw of the operation, the more powerfully her pussy throbbed...and the more certain she became that what this place really needed was new management.

I'd be doing these women a favor. If they're here for money, then they'd appreciate getting more money; if they're here to fuck, they'd appreciate getting fucked more. Everyone would be happy and whoever ran this place would profit...

A fire was burning inside Lois now, a sense of almost sexual excitement at the prospect of being a super-madam, first among whores at her own establishment.

...why not me?

By the time Lois arrived at the elevator, her thoughts had settled into a grim certainty. She smiled to herself. Priorities had shifted inside her as she hit the button for the bottom floor, marked BB. The way this club was structured, that was almost certainly going to be the "head office," the boss of the bordello.

The reporter was quite eager to meet them. Because her mission was no longer about just finding those missing women. Now, she was determined to take over.

Lois Lane smiled to herself, thinking she would need a new name to go along with her new role. No longer was she simply a reporter, now with her empowered pussy, she was...