Lex Goes To Mercy's Stall

Mercy's heart stopped as the door to the stall silently opened. Lois Lane and Maria were too engrossed in their sex-play to notice. The bodyguard stared up, frozen and horrified, unable to even pull her fingers out of her finger and ass.

The bathroom light glared off of Lex Luthor's bald head. His green eyes stared at her, a perfect poker face as he stared down at his trusted subordinate. Mercy never knew what he was thinking—Lex was so much smarter than her, he was often completely alien. She expected a word of reproval or disappointment, anger or dismissal. He could fire her right now, he could...

His hands went to his pants. Mercy's jaw dropped open as she saw him slowly unzip. On the other side of the wall, Maria began to grunt and shout as Lois Lane **** her hands into her holes...the perfect cover.

In less time than it took to think about it, Lex Luthor's cock was out.

Soft. Flaccid. A stubby pink dick, circumcised, the tip rounded and smooth, six metal studs piercing the crest of the glans, and a Prince Albert piercing glinted in the overhead light near the urethra. Tiny bumps studded the length, subdermal beads that gave an oddly lumpy appearance. The balls which dangled beneath were as bald as his head.

Their eyes met. He filled the doorway, there was no way for Mercy Graves to escape except by going past him. He set his hands on his hips, shoulders squared. Dominant, filling the space.

His eyes dropped to his cock. Then met hers again. Unconsciously, Mercy's eyes dropped back down to that pierced prick...

...and she understood what Lex Luthor wanted her to do.