Nerds. Sexy, Sexy Nerds.

Lana Lang frowned as she followed Lois through the crowded club and down the stairs. The reporter was on the hunt, oblivious to all else...and Lana, feeling her cock strain inside her pants, found herself staring at her lover's ass. Imagining the sperm swimming around in Lois Lane's snatch. She wasn't sure how she felt about that.

Am I ready to be a mother...or, father? God, that's going to be a hard one to explain to Ma and Pa...and Clark!

At the back of the club was a stairwell, unlit and smelling more like a public toilet than the bathroom they'd just left. They descended the stairs, Lois using her suite of hacker tools to somehow "ping" the signal, Lana trying not to touch anything, nose wrinkling at a smell like a Kansas outhouse in summer...

...but the farther down they went, the less it smelled, until they hit the bottom and it was clean. There was a door there...locked...but Lois had a trick for that too, pulling a set of picks from an inner pocket of her jacket. Lana held the smartphone so that Lois had light to work by, the redheaded dickgirl unable to stop herself from noticing the white dribble that oozed out of the cuff of Lois Lane's tight red pants.

Click, and the door swung open.

"Six D of stun!"

"Dammit! My orc is ****."

"I'll use my medkit on her next turn, if you suck my cock."

Lois and Lana blinked. The room was a large open space, with subdued lighting, dominated by beanbags, desks like islands, and dozens of laptops. Cables sprawled out along the floor, and there was a litter of energy drink cans, empty bottles of caffeine pills, used condoms. Women, most of the college-aged, sat or stood in various stages of undress. The ones nearest the door were huddled around a table, one of them half-hidden behind a pizza-box repurposed as a gamemaster's shield, rolling dice.

The orc player, who had managed to put on some cosplay fangs, reached over and pulled away the pants of the young woman to her left. A cock popped free, and the "orc" bent down, tongue reaching out between the fake fangs to lick the head.

As Lois and Lana's eyes adjusted to the light, they could see the distinctive bulges of cocks in panties and shorts...and some of the cocks were out. Not ten feet away, Lois could see a woman in a bean bag, another bent over in a squat to sit on her dick, and the sitting woman had a laptop propped on the fucking woman's back so that she could keep typing away as the pussy plunged up and down on her dick...

"Great Caesar's ghost," Lois summed up as she took in the mess, the low babble of technicalese and coding talk and gaming talk. "It's full of nerds!"

At her whisper, several of the nearest nerds turned towards the intruding woman.