Lois Grabbed Her Clothes

With a pussy full of piss, Lois Lane barely had the presence of mind to grab her Amazonian outfit on the way out of Circe's private beach. In the corridor, the reporter struggled into the tight-fitting outfit, the star-spangled slit panties framing her cinched-tight cooch. Embarrassing as it was to wear them, it still felt better than walking around naked.

It still left the reporter, in full Wonder Woman get-up, staggering down the hallway with her thighs pressed together. The pressure in her pussy was unbelievable, her muscles contracted so hard by Circe's spell that Lois could barely waddle, flush-faced, desperately seeking the stairwell so she could find the bathroom above.

Or...the reporter looked further down the corridor, to where she could see the door of an elevator.

With barely a second thought, sloshing with every step, Lois waddled down the corridor to the elevator. Her hand stabbed the button and she heard the rumble of the old machine...hoping no one would see her like this...and feeling her heart sink as the door open and she saw a man standing there.

Tall, blond, Hawaiian shirt under dark suitjacket, fake tan, golden cross gleaming off a chest that glistened as if freshly oiled. He smiled, revealing gold teeth, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Going up?" He said in one of those unplaceable accents that could have been Florida or Southern California, all regional personality steamrolled out. Lois **** a smile as she slid in on tip-toe, holding her hands in front of her to hide her pussy from view.

Before she could stab the button again, he beat her to the punch, sidling around her. The elevator door closed...and she realized she was locked in with him, the scent of Bay Rum wafting from his body. The blond looked her up and down, exactly as a jockey might examine a horse.

"Working?" he said.

"I'm off," Lois gave a nervous twitch to her smile. "Really have to go to the bathroom."

"That is a fact," he said...and then the elevator jittered to a stop. Lois looked at him and saw that the blond had hit the emergency stop button...and he was standing between Lois and the controls. "Fact is, I gotta go too. And I can't think of anywhere I'd rather piss than right between those pretty little lips of yours. I'll even pay you for the privilege."

Those gold teeth flashed again as he pulled out a thin money clip with one hand...and with the other undid his fly.

"Come on now, you know how this works. On your knees and open wide."