Chapter 11 by Zeebop

Does Lois Take Him Up On His Offer?

Lois Lets Dick Buy Her A Drink

Tequila. Good tequila, no need for the salt and the lime. They found a small table in a corner, dark, but a little bit quieter. They didn't have to shout at each other.

"So Dick," Lois said, as the liquor warmed her belly. "What brings you here?"

His smile was bright as a new penny. Real people didn't have smiles like that. It was too white, too perfect. It spoke of serious dental work, and the reporter knew that there was something more to her blue-eyed friend. The way he looked around the room, the way he seemed almost to recognize her...he was something else than a fratboy out for some drunken pussy.

"Looking for some friends," he said, seriously. Dick rattled off some names. Lois was only half-surprised when she recognized the names of the missing women. Then her memory clicked.

"Dick Grayson," she said. "You're Bruce Wayne's ward."

He didn't blush. Too good an actor for that. But he gave that bright smile of his, pretending to look shy.

"Darn. You found me out, Miss Lane."

So he knows who I am too, Lois thought.

"I might have a lead for you," she said, her heart pounding in her chest. "If you have something for me."

"What's that?" he asked.

She leaned back from the table...and her foot came up between his legs. Strong thigh muscles, like a trapeze artist. But there was something else too, along the thigh. Another muscle. The reporter nudged it with her toe, and smiled a little wider as a moment of genuine shock crossed his face.

"I...have a girlfriend," he said.

"She doesn't have to know." Lois put her foot down. Horniness was overwhelming her earlier fear. Her pussy felt wet and hot, like a swamp. "In the elevator, come on. We can compare notes on our missing persons."