Epilogue: Lois Lane, The Daily Poon's Newest Stripper

"Hi!" Lois said, smiling brightly. "I want to strip. For money."

The manager of the Daily Poon, a severe-looking woman who called herself Perri Black, had seen better decades. Dark circles bagged her eyes, the tight, low-cut shirt showed the wrinkles in her sagging titties, and she took the black & mild from her mouth while eyeing Lois up and down like a butcher considering a cow.

"Can you dance?" Black asked.

Lois shook her titties side to side. The dark eyes followed the jiggle hypnotically.

"It takes more than that," the manager said, then shook herself. "Although not much more. Look, just...go backstage. Let Jamie talk you through taking your clothes off. We'll see how you do on a trial run."

The would-be-stripper followed the directions backstage. There was a crowded dressing room there. A thin young woman with short-cropped orange hair was waxing her upper lip when Lois jiggled in.

"Hi! I'm Lois." Lois smiled. "The boss said you could teach me how to take my clothes off, all sexy-like."

"Large Lois?" Jamie blinked. "That's a terrible stripper name."

Lois's brow furrowed. "I didn't say 'Large'..."

Jamie opened and closed her mouth several times...and then shook her head and stood up, grabbed the reporter's arm, and guided her toward a test-pole.

"Okay, let's start by...just, taking off your clothes. Try to do it sexy-like. I'll watch and offer comments."

Lois smiled, winked, and began to slip out of her jacket.

"Slower. You gotta tease 'em," Jamie said. "Turn toward the pole. Jiggle your ass a bit. Can you do a bump and grind?"

"Like this?" Lois grabbed the pole and dropped into a squat.

"Kind of. Use the pole for support. Really thrust your hips back...when you're doing this in a thong, you want those booty cheeks to clap. Drop down until it almost hits your ankles...well get you some taller heels...that's...that's good."

Jamie watched, fascinated, as the jacket came off. The shirt, though, was almost a disaster. Lois wasn't wearing a bar, but the blonde nearly tripped trying to spin around the pole.

"Okay, don't try to run before you can crawl!" Jamie said. She crossed her legs to keep from touching herself. "Back your ass against the pole. Don't try to do anything...athletic yet. You need proper lessons. Just...just get your titties out. That's enough for right now. And smile."

Lois did smile. Eyes half-lidded, watching Jamie squirm as the reporter let her shirt drop. Tits hanging freely, nipples already hard.

"You can...you can use your arm. Save the reveal. It's all about the tease. Yeah, the punters want to see tits and pussy, but they can get that on the internet. They want to be seduced..."

The newbie stripped smiled and nodded. She turned around, hiding her breasts and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her tight red pants.

Jamie leaned forward as the red line of the waistband stretched down...over the ass...and exposed the black thong. It was wet. Wet and dripping...

"You, uh...sh-shouldn't be so excited before going out on the stage," the ginger-haired young woman said, cheeks burning. "You should take care of that."

"Oh?" Lois tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder. "Can you help me with that?"

Which was all the invitation Jamie needed to be on her knees, burying her face in the ass of the Daily Poon's newest stripper, mouth sucking at those wet panties.

Out in front, the crowd was getting restless. Punters with money to spend, greasy single dollar bills. Jamie needed that money...but first things first.

Lois Lane clung onto the pole, wondering if Jamie was open to a double act...at least until Lois got her feet. The big-titted bimbo could tell she had a lot to learn...if she was going to be the greatest stripper at the Daily Poon.