Chapter 16 by Zeebop

Who is Lois going to call?

Mario & Luigi, The Plumbers

"Mama mia," the portly, mustachio'd man in the overalls and red shirt said. "You were right to call us, miss...?"

"Lane. Lois Lane," the reporter had thrown on her robe, the black silk Japanese number with the embroidered cranes. It only came up to mid-thigh, and wasn't what she would normally receive company in, but in a plumbing emergency, she wasn't prepared to be picky.

In truth, she was just glad that the pipe had come out of her pussy after it had broken. The reporter rubbed her thighs together.

"I was just taking a bath, and then the pipe burst and there was all this...blood," she said.

"It's-a sewage," the tall, skinny plumber said. Aside from height and width, the two were so much alike that Lois automatically knew they were brothers. "We've been havin' da mother of all times tonight, cleanin' all the pipes."

Within minutes, Mario had turned off the flow of red goo gushing out over the tubful of cum...which, Lois was glad to see, no longer looked like jizz, but just a nasty pink slime.

Luigi was busying himself checking the other pipes and faucets, climbing under sinks and checking the toilet. Their quiet industry and evident expertise were somehow reassuring to Lois, who stood back and watched them work.

The reporter's eyes were drawn to the thick, solid muscle on both brothers...even the portly Mario appeared to be a mass of muscle, not fat. Even their asses appeared to be well-shaped, round glutes—neither of the men skipped leg day, obviously, and Lois began to wonder how high they could jump...and then her eyes drifted lower, to the crotches of their overalls, the evident bulges there...

Lois Lane! she thought to yourself. What are you doing, ogling these...

A gush of pure water from the newly-replaced faucet interrupted her thoughts, the pink goo beginning to swirl down the drain. Mario stretched, unhooking his overalls and pulling off his shirt. Dark hair curled over his muscular chest and back; the reporter had seen bodybuilders with less-chiseled physiques, and he was oiled with sweat. The short, dark Italian turned to Lois and gave her a broad, honest smile.

"It's all a-done 'cept for the wash-up!" the plumber said. "Unless you-a got any other pipes a-need cleanin'?"