Mercy Takes The Deal

Boots on the ground. People coming closer. Mercy grabbed the reporter and dragged her to the nearest closet, stuffing her inside. She shot one look at the dickgirl reporter, and the meaning was clear: You owe me.

Then the door slammed shut. A key turned, a bolt locked. In the darkness, Lois Lane held her breath.

"Fan out! Secure the exits! I want this whole place searched! Where's Luthor?"

Feet moved away. Time passed in the dark. Lois took stock of her surroundings. Some sort of supply closet. Mops, bucket, chemicals, a sink. She relieved herself in the latter, putting her cock over the edge and pointing it downwards. It was her first time pissing through an erection, a much more interesting experience than she would ever have imagined.

Her thoughts went back to Mercy. Broad shoulders, tight ass. The reporter could feel her erection, still hard. Stroked it gently. She had never thought about women in that way before...but then, she'd never had a cock before.

Is that all this is? Lois wondered. Is it just the Lex's programming, or maybe I've...always liked women, and just never had the opportunity to do anything about it before?

She wondered what Mercy's lips would be like on her cock. Or what else the bodyguard might have in mind in exchange for her help. Lois didn't think of Mercy Graves as evil. Dedicated, certainly. Strong. Attractive.

Her hand ran up and down her cock a little faster.

Maybe she's a secret slut, Lois thought, thumb running over the head of her cock, smearing the precum around. She brought her finger up to her mouth automatically, without really thinking about it, tasting her own juice. I mean, how many chances would you have in your life, a naked dickgirl that owes you a favor? If she had a sexual bucket list to run through, this would be the time.

A sour thought ran through Lois Lane's mind, then. Mercy Graves was also loyal to Lex Luthor. They could be cooking up a scheme together, right now. Lex was smart, he knew that Lois would be more willing to go through with something if he wasn't directly involved. Could she really trust Mercy Graves?

The reporter was bent down, idly curious if she could suck her own cock. When footsteps approached. She turned too quickly, whacking her erection against a mop, and bit back a hiss of pain.

Key in the lock. The door opened. Mercy. The bodyguard tossed a black trenchcoat at Lois.

"Put this on, quickly." The bodyguard checked the corridor. "We have to move."