None Of Your Damned Business

Lois Lane stood up. Righteous indignation filled her as she slammed her hands down at the table.

"Look, mother, I don't care if you are cursed to haunt me for all eternity, we are not having this conversation."

Ella Lane stared back at Lois. She was one of the few women that could meet and hold the reporter's glare; after all, she had taught Lois how to do it.

"Eight months, six days, five hours, fourteen minutes," the older woman said coolly. "His name was Bibbo Bibbowski. He had come to the Daily Planet office party dressed as Santa. The Chinese food catered for the event was tainted, and sixteen of you got food poisoning. You had both had too much, and when he wandered into the women's restroom you were bent over the toilet puking up your dinner when 'Santa' set the pillow stuffed under his shirt on your ass and slid in. You were very fortunate that Bibbo has had a vasectomy, because he was far too drunk to wear a condom...and his pull-out game was non-existent."

Lois Lane's jaw dropped...she hadn't told anyone about getting pounded by Santa in the bathroom. The reporter had gripped the toilet white-knuckled as the drunken former boxer's false beard had slipped and he'd tried to sing an absolutely filthy Christmas jingle, his hairy balls slamming into the reporter's ass with every stroke. Lois had been so embarrassed she hadn't dared to bring it up, glad simply that Bibbo was too drunk to see who had fucked and spunked...

"I'm stronger now, Lois," Ella Lane said. "This place...you don't know what's going on here, do you? There is power here. Power I can use. If you don't want to talk, fine. But there is nowhere you can run to get away from me. So either you can sit back down and we can talk about this like grown women, or I will haunt you until I fulfill my purpose and can be released from this limbo."

The reporter blinked, frowned.

"What do you mean?"

For answer, Ella Lane snapped her fingers...and Lois Lane's panties disappeared. The reporter stiffened as she felt her bare pussy grind against the inner seams of the tight red pants.

"Psychokinesis. One of the powers of ghosts. My powers aren't unlimited, my dear, but if you do not take matters into your own hands...and a cock into that cunt...then I will."