Lois Gets Drunk & Horny

"Whatever you want it to be," the barmaid said.

Her accent was thick, though Lois thought it was Greek. English not so good, but there were other ways to communicate. The barmaid's fingers brushed Lois Lane's as she handed the reporter another drink, their eyes met...and one of the deep brown eyes closed and opened, very slowly, very deliberately, which brought a smile to the reporter's face.

Lois Lane had never really been attracted to women. She hadn't not been attracted to them either; she was well aware of how the female form could be attractive...the elegance and grace of a dancer, the swell of breast and buttock and hip...but she had never thought of herself as a lesbian, or even bisexual. As she looked at the barmaid, however, and sipped her salty cocktail, the reporter could not help but feel a certain...admiration.

The woman was taller than Lois, broader at shoulder and slimmer at hip, with the kind of slim, wiry muscles that reminded Lois of an MMA fighter rather than a bodybuilder, and the deep olive tan that came from working out under the sun instead of in an airconditioned gym. Lois found it impossible to guess her age; it could have been anywhere from thirty to fifty. Her pale light hair was cropped close; a military cut, high and tight, almost too-masculine; her nose had been broken and reset more than once, the left ear was cauliflowered...and yet...the crooked, gap-toothed smile was honest and open, and there was an elegant physicality to her every movement. The fact that the breasts were sizable, and that the bartender wasn't wearing a bra beneath her wifebeater, definitely helped.

A name floated to the reporter's mind.

"How about...Kallisto?" Lois said.

The smile grew a little wider. She rewarded Lois with another wink, and freshened her drink. Lois slipped slowly, feeling the buzz of the ****, and the warm heat feeling her body. As Kallisto went to deal with other customers, the reporter found herself staring at Kallisto's ass, which was squeezed into a pair of red boxing shorts. The reporter found the sight of those shapely buttocks pressing against the tight fabric doing something to her...imagined herself peeling those shorts down, burying her face between those cheeks...

"My shift. It is over," Kallisto said. "You join me?"