Lois Gets Naked

If I wasn't so horny, the reporter admitted to herself. I would turn right around and find some other way.

At least, that was the excuse Lois told herself. Yet the **** was moving in her system, and her skin felt too tight...the clothes she wore too stifling...so following the example of her new friends, "Joanne" shrugged out of jacket and heels, pulled down the tight red pants that clung to her legs like a second skin, doffed the white t-shirt, shed her bra...and finally pulled down the absolutely soaked pair of panties, and handed them all to the nude young woman in the coat-check room, who stamped the back of the reporter's left hand with an inky "13."

Instinct had Lois cover her nipples with one arm, while her right hand cupped her pussy...but Maria and Aisha had nothing like that level of insecurity. The young woman with the pierced nipples had her hands on her hips, and Aisha's dark cock with its pink head was fully erect. The reporter felt almost embarrassed to be so prudish...and then she felt the hot trickle of fluid down the inside of her thigh.

"Great Caesar's ghost, I'm dripping!" Lois said...and then blushed furiously when she realized she had said that out loud, not just in her head. Immediately, Aisha and Maria turned and stared at the reporter's crotch, and Lois could feel the tips of her ears start to burn as the blush covered her entire face.

"Wow, you really are," Aisha said. "We have got to get you laid, honey. Come on!"

The woman blocking the door moved the velvet rope. Aisha and Maria grabbed the naked reporter's hands and pulled her forward as the Black Door opened...and Lois Lane let herself be taken into the club, where answers...and maybe a nice, stiff cock...awaited.