Clark Kent, Who Is Happy To See His Two Favorite Ladies...

"Smallville!" Lois Lane said, and greeted him with a hug. Lana Lang wasn't far behind, and after he had hugged both of them they were all three smiling...and table opened up. Lois tugged at Clark's sleeve and looked a question at Lana...

The redhead's smile faltered. Lois waggled her eyebrows as they settled into a booth, Clark in between them. Lana looked unsure, and then they made smalltalk as they ordered drinks...

"...I had heard about this place from Bibbo Bibbowski. Suggested there might be something shady going on here," Clark said. "I wasn't expecting to run into either of you."

Lois slipped off her shoe and extended her leg underneath the table. Her toe touched Lana's knee.

"Yes, Lana and I were surprised to run into each other as well. But we're glad to run into you Clark...very glad, actually. We were just talking about how the night might be better with a man around."

Clark looked confused. The beer arrived. Lois slid her toe along Lana's thigh. The redhead sipped her beer, and suddenly Lois noticed that the other woman's left hand was under the table. She met the reporter's gaze and gave a little nod.

"Oh?" Clark said. "Anything I could help with?"

"Clark," Lana said, and Lois was watching the big man as he went from relaxed to suddenly stiff and still, and the reporter wondered where exactly her hand was right now. Lois had her own big toe pressed against Lana's camel toe...not hard...just enough to confirm she was still nice and wet. "What Lois is saying is that we'd like you to...spend the night. With us."

His adam's apple went up and down. Lois leaned over the table a little, letting her t-shirt hang low, flashing what little cleavage she had.

"Come on Smallville," she said, and reached out to touch his shoulder. "Think about it. A threesome...I've never done anything like that before. But if it was the right person...someone I trusted...a good, intimate friend..."

Clark Kent took a deep breath. Dumbly, he reached out and sipped his beer.

"I mean...are you both sure?" He looked from one woman to the other. "I mean, you're not under some alien mind control, or an evil spell, or shapeshifting time travelers from the future or anything?"

If it was a joke, it was a weak one. Lois smiled wider, the cat about to get the cream. She let her hand walk up to Clark's neck.

"Smallville," she said. "I want to make love to both of you. At the same time. No mind control, no shapeshifting, no dark magic."

Lana smiled. "He's hard. He wants us. As much, I think, as we want him."

"So the only question," Lois said. "Is where are we going to fuck?"