Mild-Mannered Reporter Clark Kent

His suit was just as rumpled as it had been at the Daily Planet. Lois fell into the big man's arms as her knees suddenly gave way, and he immediately leaned down and picked her up, as though she weighed nothing at all. Her pussy belched globs of stringy cum onto the floor, and Clark Kent didn't even seem to care as he straightened up.

"Lois!" He said. "What are you doing here?"

"I...could ask you the same thing, Smallville," she sighed and raised an arm up to his neck, trying to settle into a more comfortable position. The reporter felt like one of those damsels in distress in a Frankenstein or Dracula movie. "Can you...take me to a bathroom or something? I need to..."

"Of course," he said, and carried her out into a hallway. It was as tasteful as a mid-tier hotel: flat carpet, erotic prints on the wall, little lights over the door that showed if they were "occupied." A good set-up for a brothel...and Lois noticed, as Clark carried her along, that the erotic prints were all of superheroes and supervillains. Wonder Woman's wardrobe malfunction, that time Batgirl had chased Cat Woman into a nudist club and was snapped wearing just her cowl, Harley Quinn's pin-ups from when the Joker tried to break into porn...Clark didn't even glance at them, he was walking along, looking for some sign of a restroom.

Her hand lingered on the back of his neck, feeling his thick black hair...eyes lingering on that strong jawline.

"I was chasing a story," Lois said. "Four women had gone missing, they were last seen in the club above."

"Hmm. Suspicious. And it led you down here? Darn." He said.

They arrived at a kind of lobby area. Elevators on the right, men's and women's bathrooms on the left. The big man hesitated, obviously not sure what to do.

"Carry me into the women's room, please," she said. Lois was unable to restrain a smile. Her cunt throbbed, and they were in a brothel, but Clark was obviously uncomfortable violating a woman's space.

He did as she asked...and sat her down on the counter of the sink, going to fetch a roll of paper towels as Lois tried her best to wash out her cunny while explaining the events of the night. Clark coughed, blushed, and pointedly looked elsewhere as Lois went about this operation...but the reporter's curiosity couldn't be denied.

"So...that's why I'm here, Smallville. Why are you here?"