They End Up Back In Lois Lane's Apartment

The police came, to pick up Poison Ivy and her crew. Then the social workers, to deal with the women that she had had kidnapped for her experiments. Batgirl had brought forth a cowl and Supergirl her costume, and handed all the officialdom. Lois Lane, meanwhile, did what every good reporter should do in this situation: snoop, conduct interviews, take notes, and write her article.

By the time Supergirl was flying Batgirl and Lois back to the reporter's apartment, Lois had tapped out the whole piece and submitted it to her editor via email. As they dropped onto her balcony, the reporter smiled to think of her editor, old Perry White, working away into the wee hours to get the big supervillain bust into the morning's edition.

Lois Lane knew she should have been tired...but she wasn't. Maybe it was the **** and Batgirl's antidote. Or perhaps it was just the success of getting her piece in that had her feeling almost high...or the fact that she'd had her pussy licked for the first time in nearly a year! Whatever it was, Lois felt great...and she knew who to thank for it.

"So, ladies...I don't know how to thank you. But you're both of age...can I invite you in for a nightcap? I've got some top-shelf tequila..."

Supergirl shut the door to the balcony. Batgirl doffed her cowl and shook her shoulder-length red hair. Blue eyes half-lidded, she stalked silent as a great cat across the carpet, and Lois didn't even hear her until the young woman's hands were on her hips.

"You know, my girlfriend was licking your pussy earlier, Lois," Barbara Gordon whispered softly.

Lois was at a sudden loss for words...and then there was a gust of wind, and Supergirl was in front of her, the lithe and athletic blonde woman naked, her breasts pushing into the older woman's chest. A shiver of excitement went through the reporter as she found herself trapped between the two of them.

Kara leaned in close. "I can still smell your cunt on my girlfriend's breath..."