Can You Take Me Down To The Lab?

"It's not that I don't trust you," Lois Lane whispered. "It's just that I need more evidence than a young woman with an ass full of spunk."

They had dressed quickly. Lois had a difficult time stuffing her new cock into her tight red pants, and had ultimately resorted to letting her pecker peek out the top, hoping her white t-shirt covered it. Maria, back in her mesh shirt and skirt, led the way...and it took all of the reporter's willpower now to follow the bounce of that ass in the tight skirt, or feel a sense of pride at the white goo running down Maria's legs.

From the dressing room, Maria led Lois to a stairwell...and down two flights, punched in a code and waved an ID card at a locked door, and they stepped into the white, ultra-clean hallway of what looked to be a modern hospital or scientific lab.

"I don't have access to everything!" Maria hissed. "Just the employee lounge and the bathrooms. All of the actual labs and stuff are behind more security doors, and my card won't get through those."

Lois scratched her chin.

"How do you get the kryptonite?" The reporter whispered.

"I press a button, and one of the lab techs delivers it or picks it up while I wait in the lounge," Maria said.

Lois Lane smiled. Her dick throbbed, tugging at the tight red waistband of her pants. Maybe she was thinking with her dick again, but she had the beginnings of a plan.