I'm Not Gay!

The words tumbled out of Lois Lane's mouth before she could think, and immediately the reporter regretted them. Valeria, to her credit, simply smiled as if the reporter had said some amusing bon mot. Before Lois could react, the Latina boldly stepped into the reporter's personal space, pushing those big breasts against the reporter's body. Lois almost yelped as she felt a warm hand grab her crotch...but it was Valeria's words, whispered in her ear, that caught the reporter's attention.

"They're watching you. Play along. There are private rooms in the back where we can talk."

The reporter's heart thundered in her chest, and it was all she could do to resist the urge to throw this woman off of her.

"Why should I trust you?" Lois whispered back.

"Because we have a friend in common, chica," Valeria whispered...and Lois gasped as she recognized the finger trace the pattern of a familiar S-shield over her pussy, pressing hard against the tight material of her jeans. "And we both want to find those missing women."

A warm, generous mouth closed on hers, and Lois Lane struggled not to throw the woman off of her as a tongue slid between her lips and licked the reporter's teeth.

I'm not homophobic, Lois Lane told herself, body stiff as a steel spring, refusing to respond. I just don't like women!