Ivy Is Content To Watch

Among the crowd, Poison Ivy watched. She had seen Aimee dose the reporter's beer with Ivy's new toxin, but Lois Lane was showing none of the discoordination and drowsiness that she should have demonstrated—indeed, by the way the woman was kicking her minions' ass at beer pong, it almost looked like her coordination and reflexes had increased.

This bears closer observation, Ivy decided.

Unaware of being watched, Lois Lane lost herself in the game. It was harder now, since she had two opponents and they had only a single cup to defend. Mac and Jorge were sweating, and the reporter could feel how focused they were on this final task. A maniac grin was plastered across the reporter's face...she needed the to slip up, just for a moment...

Her opportunity came just as she served a shot that bounced high. Both Mac and Jorge lifted their eyes and their paddles...and Lois reached down, arms crossed, to grab the bottom of her shirt and pull it over her head. A woop went up from the crowd..and when the two men returned the serve, they were momentarily shocked at the sight of the topless Lois Lane, her small pink nipples hard and stiff on her teardrop-shaped breasts.

It was all the opening Lois needed. Her paddle returned the serve...and the little white ball floated right past their guard, circled the rim of the red cup twice, and then sunk in.

Elated with victory, the reporter slammed her paddles down on the table and pulled her shirt back down. Beside her, Aimee stirred in her drunken sleep.

"Alright boys," Lois said with a grin. "A bet's a bet! You're my slaves for the rest of the night!"

Mac and Jorge looked uncertainly past the reporter...and Poison Ivy met their eyes and nodded. They got the message, splitting the last beer as they prepared to do what Lois ordered. All the better for Ivy to observe her latest test subject...