Lois Gets A Little Damp

Lois Lane said nothing in response to that. Not that she could deny the little tingle in her pants. As her hands groped Valeria's soft, soapy funbags, Lois bit her lower lip. She had heard that all women were a little bisexual, and the reporter could believe it. No doubt the cocktails Lois had earlier were lowering her inhibitions a little.

But even if I'm a little bicurious, I can't let that get in the way of why I came out tonight! Lois told herself, as her thumbs and forefingers gently squeezed down, pinching Valeria's nipples.

"Valeria," Lois said softly. "Have you heard anything about women at this club disappearing?"

Maybe it was because the reporter was holding Valeria by the tits, and maybe it was because of the tone of her voice, but the smile faded from the Latina's face.

"They haven't...disappeared," Valeria offered, as the water ran down her face. "They're...they're just at fat camp."

"Fat camp," Lois said. Her violet eyes gazed hard at the Latina, who didn't want to meet them. The reporter didn't squeeze any harder, but she could feel there was a truth inside of Valeria that was dying to come out.

"D-downstairs," Valeria said, hesitantly. "We're not really supposed to talk about it. Some of the women that apply here, they're skinny, like you. No tits. Can't be a dancer like that. So they're offered to go to fat camp and...shape up."

The reporter's eyes narrowed. Something didn't feel right about that. There were things Valeria wasn't telling Lois. And the reporter knew how to get Valeria to tell her.