Chapter 17 by Zeebop

Does Lois stop at two, or keep drinking?

Keep Drinking

The third double vodka arrived in Lois Lane's hand like magic. She didn't remember ordering it. She remembered staring at the bartender's mesh shirt, and the breasts trapped within, with their pierced nipples. Exactly like the reporter's own tits. Just a glance at that cleavage made her new cock throb in its cage. The reporter sipped her drink as she admired the view.

To Lois Lane's right, the neckbeards continued to talk. Lois sipped her drink. The alcoholic buzz was trong in her now. The dark club seemed brighter, the noise muted. She felt warmer inside her jacket and tight pants. Tension drained out of her shoulders. The reporter was no longer afraid of the midnight ceremony and whatever horrors real magic might hold...

...and the more she stared at the bartender's tits, the less she was thinking about the ceremony at all.

The bartender—Maria, Lois remembered now—leaned over the bar. Lois leaned in to catch her words over the noise of the room.

"Like what you see?"

The reporter's cheeks burned. Caught staring! She set the empty glass down and tried on a smile.

"I wouldn't mind a closer look!"

Lois Lane grinned as she realized her words. She had meant to say something to play off her staring, but that definitely felt like a pass. Of course, there was a little time left before midnight...a little harmless flirting could be a good cover...

"Yeah? How about your come into the back and get a hands-on look?" Maria shot back.

To her right, Lois could see the two bearded bros with their caged cocks wander off. They were headed in the direction of the stairs that led down to the Black Door. In front of her, a buxom bartender was giving Lois the eye and waiting on her answer.