Lois Tries To Say "No"...But Can't

"I..." Lois tried to issue a denial, a dismissal, a joke...but it died on her lips. She tried again, mouth open, but the words refused to come out. For a moment it was almost as though she couldn't even think the word "no."

"Aimee," Jorge said. "Why don't you make out with her? If she wants you to stop, she'll tell you."

The green-haired young woman licked her lips. She crawled into the reporter's lap...and Lois Lane found she couldn't stop as that hot young body pressed against hers. Those smell breasts against her own, those hot lips pressed against hers. Lois tasted her spit, reeking of **** and something else, something salty and chemical and oddly familiar.

Their lips locked, tongues slid out and began to probe, gently at first, then more insistently. Aimee's body began to grind against Lois, and the reporter felt herself lightheaded...elated...body burning up...pussy squishy and aching...

Poison Ivy watched from a distance. So far, the test was going well. She knew if the toxin worked correctly, Lois would be unable to say "no" to anything...even if otherwise fully intelligent and capable. Yet she needed to ensure it was really working, and that Lois wasn't just some closeted bisexual.

The villain made a sign to Jorge and Mac. The message was clear.

Unaware of the plot against her, Lois Lane lost herself in the make-out. She gasped for breath as Aimee's mouth slid down to suck on her neck. The reporter's own hands gripped that tight ass, her hips rolling. They both wanted something more than this...and Lois knew that they were in public, that people were watching, that they shouldn't do this...but she couldn't bring herself to tell Aimee to stop!