Chapter 11 by Zeebop

When he sees her performance, does Tyrell send Lois the password?

Tyrell Sends Lois The Password

Minutes ticked by. Lois Lane imagined Tyrell out there in the club, staring at his phone, watching her stab the tube in and out of her ass, jilling herself off for him. Her teeth gnawed at her inner cheeks, not wanting to ruin her lipstick.

Was it sexy enough? Lois wondered. What else could I have done? Maybe if I drew the tube out of my ass and filmed myself sucking it...

Her phone pinged. It was from Tyrell.

PASSWORD: CUNTBUSTER
THE STAIRWELL—NOT THE ELEVATOR
GOOD LUCK

With a grin of triumph, Lois staggered to her feet and pulled up her pants. All she had to do was get down there, scope out the fights...maybe see if there was a way she could talk to the women, or find out who was ultimately behind this. Then she could call the cops and submit her story.

When she left the restroom, Lois glanced at the table...but Tyrell was gone, other people already sitting down. The night was getting on and people were filing into the club. Lois Lane circled the dance floor as the DJ shifted into some Eurodance beat, the dancers in the cages up above starting to bump and grind. In the darkness, the reporter saw the elevator...and next to it, the fire stair leading downwards. There was a big Black man there in an enormous hoodie, who stood up as she approached.

Shades over his eyes, and he was broad as a linebacker...plus his hoodie could hide any number of weapons.

Lois came up close. He had to be almost seven feet tall. Her face was square with his chest.

"Cuntbuster," she said, as loud as she dared.

His face didn't move a muscle. Just stared down at her. Then one big hand came out of a pocket. He held a black stamp, like those used to put a date down.

"No smartphones. Give it up." He rumbled.

Lois acquiesced with barely a thought. He stamped the phone and then the back of her hand. 30 May 1923.

"You come back, you get it back," he said, then stood aside to reveal the gaping maw of the stairwell.

Heart thundering in her chest, Lois stepped forward into the darkness. The guard in the hoodie pulled out another phone and typed in.

ON HER WAY DOWN.

Little did Lois Lane guess at the surprise watiing for her down below.