Lift Up Your Shirt And Play With Your Tits

The words were delivered in a husky voice that Lois could barely hear above the music...yet somehow they cut right through the feverish heat that gripped the reporter's brain. Lois struggled through a confusion of emotions as she brought her arms down to lift up her shirt...and the second her nipples came into view the crowd cheered, and phones came out to capture the moment.

Yet that was just the beginning.

Lois brought the collar of the t-shirt up over her head, and set it behind her neck. Now her small, teardrop-shaped breasts with their small pink nipples were on full display...and as Ivy continued to work her fingers in and out of the reporter's snatch, Lois brought her hands down to her breast, squeezing and massaging them, teasing the nipples until they were stiff and hard.

"Good girl," Ivy whispered. "Good slut. Hmm, you're really wet now. Don't you just love showing off your body?"

The reporter's cheeks burned with shame and excitement as she stared out at the crowd that now stared back at her. The nearest dancers had ceased moving, the better to appreciate the show. Two hot women locked in a carnal embrace, the red-head fingering the nearly naked raven-haired woman that was playing with her tits. Lois wanted to stop, to run, to through her hands over har breasts and escape those hungry eyes...but then Ivy shifted her attention to the other side of Lois Lane's neck and planted another poison kiss, right above the carotid artery.

Lois Lane's knees buckled a little as the toxins flooded her brain. A messy spurt soaked her panties and Ivy's fingers, ran in tiny rivulets down her naked thighs and dripped onto the dance floor. The reporter could feel everyone watching her, see the shine of the camera lights as they recorded this, her embarrassment captured on the internet forever and always...and the whorish moan that escaped her lips sent a shiver through the crowd.

Yet Ivy had only begun to demean and embarrass the reporter. After all, she needed a proper test of her new ****...and to do that, she had to push Lois into doing something that the reporter would normally never, ever do.