Chapter 17 by Zeebop

How does Jimmy Olsen feel about that?

Scared and Horny

Jimmy Olsen gulped as he pulled up his panties. It felt so weird, his slim legs squeezed into Miss Lane's tight pants, her bra on his flat chest. He still didn't know how he felt about how she ordered him around, or when she had stuck her tongue up his butt...

A blush burned across the ginger's cheeks. No, that wasn't true at all. He had really liked that. Maybe too much.

So he followed Miss Lane out of the bathroom. On stage, a woman had twisted a man's hairless testicles around so that his swollen but not hard cock could be **** up his own butthole. There was scattered applause. Jimmy paused to watch, wondered what that might feel like...then Miss Lane grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the men's room.

Miss Lane had drawn herself up to her full height, shoulders back, chest out, and strode confidently across the tile, dragging Jimmy in his borrowed heels stumbling behind her. He envied Lois her confidence and poise. She never seemed at a loss, but always just kept going forward.

There was dust on the urinals. Why would an all-women's bar even need a men's room. There was a door at the back...it looked like a fire door, because there was a symbol of a flame on it...but Jimmy couldn't see any of the lights or security features he normally associated with fire doors. There wasn't even a knob or a latch, just a black door with a stylized red flame.

Jimmy crossed his hands in front of him, the better to conceal the little stiffy he had. It was the panties. They were just so smooth and soft compared to his boxers. Hugging, lifting, supporting. Even the bra felt so deliciously naughty. He shivered to think of what Miss Lane was going to make him do next.

The reporter, still holding JImmy's wrist in her off hand, knocked on the door.