Lois Lane Has Given Them The Slip!

A part of Lois Lane felt bad, for leaving Maria holding her ankles and Mercy Graves fingering her ass in the neighboring stall—but then again, the very fact that Lois had noticed Lex Luthor's bodyguard peeping at her from the stall next door told the reporter that she was onto something, maybe something big.

Finding the door that Mercy Graves had come through was easy, and better yet, it hadn't completely shut behind the bodyguard. No doubt Mercy was intending a swift extraction, with Lois Lane in tow. The reporter quickly slipped through the door, quietly shut it behind her, and looked to see if there was a way to secure it...and smiled as she saw an unoccupied chair in the nondescript tiled hallway she found herself in. Swiftly, Lois wedged the chair under the jamb of the horizontal door latch, and set off down the corridor.

The reporter moved swiftly, as if she knew where she was going, as if she belonged there. It looked like a hospital: white tile floors, beige walls whose doors were marked with sliding plastic plaques. Radiation lab. Radioactive materials storage. Biohazard disposal. DNA testing lab.

She shook her head, still feeling oddly feverish. Her eyes seemed to burn, details jumping out at her as if she was zooming in. Worse than that, she hadn't gotten off at all. Her pussy was burning with frustrated longing, making it harder for her to focus. The reporter put on a bold front, but a part of her wanted to just go home, curl up on the couch with a bottle of wine, and finger her pussy until it was red raw...

The reporter reached the end of the corridor, a T-junction. She knew that she had only a minute, perhaps, before Mercy Graves raised the alarm. The signage suggested that the Patient Rooms were on the right, and the Radiation lab was on the left.

Make a decision, Lane, Lois told herself. Seconds count!