Chapter 12 by Zeebop

What Do They Do Now?

A Supplicant Arrives

"E-excuse me..." A voice said, and then a moment later, in a different tone: "Lois Lane?"

The bottomless reporter turned and saw, standing there in a trench coat, the blonde figure of Cat Grant, the Daily Planet's gossip columnist.

"Hey Cat," Lois said, trying to be nonchalant. Which was difficult to do when she was half-undressed and Rat's cock was hard. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing!" Cat said, her eyes roaming from Lois Lane's stuffed pussy to Rat's raging hard-on.

Cat was older than Lois, a single mother who did her best to keep herself in shape, and favored tight sweaters and wonderbras. Even in a trenchcoat, the reporter could see the outline of Cat's hourglass curves...but there was something off about all this. Lois was undercover, investigating, but Cat should be out at a cocktail party somewhere...and she was wearing heavier makeup than normal, her blonde hair teased, ruby-red lipstick bright and glossy...

"I asked you first," Lois said. Her eyes narrowed. "Is it the shrine?"

The gossip columnist gave a little gasp as the reporter's wild guess hit home.

"Did it work?" Cat whispered. "Are you...is that why he...was he going to give you a child?"

Bingo, Lois Lane thought. Cat Grant was baby crazy. She'd come to this shrine to pray for fertility or something. The reporter's face twisted into a strangely unfamiliar half-smile. I can use that.

The dickgirl reached between her legs and dragged forth her cock. It was dripping with spunk, and still half-erect. Cat's eyes dropped down to it in shock and amazement.

"No, I handled that myself," Lois said coolly. "But answer me, Cat? What did you come down here for?"