Take Off Your Pants

A thrill of excitement went down Poison Ivy's spine as the reporter, who had stiffened in her arms, began to move. All around them, the dancers bumped and moved. A few people watched as Lois Lane's thumbs dug into the waistband of her pants, and pulled sharply downward. The tight, clingy material resisted...but slowly, achingly slowly, pale hips and buttocks slid into view...an inch of creamy thigh...and then Lois began to kneel in Ivy's arms.

The villain sank down with her, still keeping skin contact. While the new mind control **** she had been perfecting was strongest in her lipstick, it was keyed to work with Ivy's own plant-based pheromones. Skinship had made it much more effective in the other test subjects, and as Lois pulled her pants off and kicked them free, to stand once again in just her panties, the plant-woman's fingers running through the reporter's carefully-trimmed bush...Ivy wondered what other orders she could try.

"Lose the bra, too," Ivy whispered. The villain's fingers slid down to cup the reporter's pussy, her knuckles distending the black, lacey thong the Lois had picked for her night out. The reporter began to moan as she reached up under her shirt to unhook the bra...and that was when people in the crowd around them noticed what was going on.

Eyes turned toward them. Men and women smiled, pointed, kept dancing. No one moved to help Lois. As far as they could see, Ivy wasn't forcing her to do anything. Just a half-naked woman who pulled her bra out the bottom of her shirt, so that the hard nipples were clearly visible against the thin white fabric.

"You're so wet, Lois," Ivy said. Her fingers shifted inside the reporter's panties. The pinkie and forefinger spread the reporter's labia as the two middle fingers dipped inside her hot, wet tunnel. Lois was unable to suppress a deep moan. "I think you like being watched. Maybe we should give them a little show."

Lois Lane shook, aware of all the eyes on her. Her body was feverish and hot, but she was keenly aware of how exposed she was...helpless...their eyes **** every inch of her bare skin...and yet she could not help herself as she waited with bated breath for Ivy's next order.