Perry White

Lois' smile froze as her client stepped through the door. She immediately recognized the salt-and-pepper hair, the kindly eyes, the broad shoulders,and gruff familiar voice that said—

"Great Caesar's Ghost!"

The reporter's heart sank. How could she explain this to Perry White, editor of the Daily Planet? What the hell could she say to her boss when he found her working in a backalley brothel?

Although... The gears turned quickly in Lois' head. What the hell is the chief doing here? Stepping out on his wife?

Perry shut the door behind him, quietly. "The madam up front said you were a beauty, but I had no idea."

He flashed her a smile. It was an honest grin. Perry White couldn't manage a leer if his life depended on it.

Does he really not recognize me? Lois never wore heavy makeup to the office...her hair was different...he'd never seen her in these kind of clothes...it was possible he didn't recognize his star reporter when she was dolled up as a whore.

He took off his hat and coat, and hung them up in the closet. Still smiling, he sat down on the bed next to her.

"Quiet type, eh? No problem. I'll talk enough for the both of us."

One meaty hand clapped on Lois' thigh. She didn't move it. She didn't dare. It was warm. Instead, Lois flashed him a smile, and put on a slight Suicide Slum accent.

"I'm Margot."

"Er...Albus. Call me Albus." This close, she could smell him...bourbon was his preferred drink, and there was enough of it she could smell it past his familiar cologne. Had a stiff one, Perry? Needed to work up your courage first. "Y'know, you really are a peach. Nice young woman like you...if I was twenty years younger I'd make a fool of myself over you. But I bet you've heard all that kind of talk before. It's just...nice to be close to a pretty young lady like yourself."

He gave her thigh a squeeze.

"I'm a...I'm not used to this." Perry started. "My wife, see, she had an affair... We didn't really have a fight about it, we're both grownups, but I was hurt, and...she hasn't really treated me a a husband since then. Y'know?" He paused. "I was sleeping on the couch for a while. Then we got separate beds."

Alice Spenser White, you bitch! Lois heart went out to him. Perry was more than her boss, he was her friend. Gently, she put her arm around his shoulder, her hand on his neck...she could feel the tenseness there. Her fingers worked at the knot of muscles, and he kind of leaned into a little, eyes half-closed.

Maybe he just needed to talk. Some guys did that, she knew. If she could just get him talking...

"Are you...angry with her?" Lois offered.

"Nah...I was away. Out of the country. It was just a one-time thing, for her. But I was pretty bitter about it. I guess I...well, y'know guys get jealous. 'Was he better than me?' And you know how a woman can stick the knife in when she wants to...well, she wanted to. I guess I was feeling pretty small inside myself after that. For a long time." He was staring at the wall now, not at Lois. Lost in old arguments in his mind.

"It has...been a while for you?" Lois said...and then regretted it. It was the natural thing for a prostitute to say, but it was the wrong one too. It brought him back on subject.

"Yeah, Margot. It really has. I was hoping...hoping you might be able to help me with that."

And his hand moved up her leg, sliding under her skirt. Warm fingers trapped between her thighs, just brushing her wet pussy lips.

He's my boss. Lois told herself. But her brain immediately coughed up a correction: He's my client.