Lois Lane Struggles...And Something Distracts Ivy

Mind over matter was easier said than done. Lois Lane's skull felt two sizes too tight. Her body was burning up from within, especially between her legs. Ivy shifted position so that her toxic juices dripped into the reporter's eyes. Desperately, Lois tried to hang on to her identity, to her sexuality, to ignore Ivy's commands. Yet it was a losing struggle. Lois could feel it inside of her, like a bad decision that she knew she would make. It was only a matter of moments, and...

Ivy fell over the reporter and crashed onto the floor. For a moment Lois sat there on her knees, still able to taste the villain's ass, pussy juice leaking from her eyes and causing her mascara to run.

Then a dark shape leaped over her. A figure in a costume. Who, Lois Lane wasn't sure. All she knew was that it was a chance, a distraction.

As the crowd pulled back away from the costumed figures, the reporter crawled on her hands and knees away from the battle. She wiped at her face, shook her head. At the edge of the dance floor, Lois staggered to her feet and pulled her clothes together as best she could. The crowd was like a living thing, panic spreading quickly. The reporter had seen it before. Animal instincts set them to run away, leaving their drinks behind.

The reporter stumbled into a table and grabbed a beer, lifted and chugged it, then set the cup back down and moved on. The bitter beer cut through the itching in her throat, helped to dilute whatever poison Ivy had pumped into Lois. She licked her lips and moved to the next table, mine-clearing and moving on. Lois barely even tasted what she downed, but as the sudden influx of **** hit her system—that deceptive sense of warmth, light-headedness, the easy grace that came when sobriety had left—the less she felt Ivy's influence demanding that Lois was a lesbian.

"I could suck a dick," Lois whispered to herself. "I can fuck women. But I don't have to. Ivy can't make me. Up to me who I have sex with..."

The more Lois said it, the more she could almost believe it.

Because Lois Lane noticed that the club security all had their hands full with the crowd. The vines were growing across the ceiling from a back room. Ivy was distracted, the guards were distracted, and the not-quite-sober Lois Lane slipped through the door through which the vines came, to find out what Poison Ivy was really up to.