Checkmate

The room was smaller than a college dorm, barely big enough for a couch and the massive flatscreen television that covered most of the opposite wall. Some kind of silent, arthouse pornography filled that massive, high-definition screen. Lois caught flashes of naked women in some kind of ritual, dancing in circles, eating each other out, bowing before a woman painted in red with horns growing on her head...yet all those snippets were intercut with strange flashes of light and color. It reminded her of the old scrambled channels on cable television...the odd inversion of colors, the distortions, the way suddenly a scene would become almost clear and then fade away again.

Valeria locked the door...and then pulled out her smartphone and began to wave it around each wall, very methodically. Pushing past the reporter, Lois was at pains to keep the Latina's posterior from brushing her face...and even so, she caught the scent of some bit of perfume that had to come from Valeria's panties.

"What are you doing?" Lois asked.

"Checking for bugs. We used to have a separate device for it, but it's all apps now," Valeria said, absently. "Looks like we're all clear."

"Who are you?" Lois asked as the Latina turned around. "Who do you work for?"

"Names aren't important," she said. "I'm a knight. I work for Checkmate."

Lois Lane's eyebrows shot up. She had heard of the covert organization known as Checkmate—an international spy agency, one that specialized in metahuman threats.

"We're on the same case, Lois," Valeria said. "From a different angle, I suspect. I've told you who I represent. Now, tell me why you're here."

So Lois did, explaining about the women who had gone missing. Valeria—or whatever her real name was—nodded, as if putting the pieces together.

"Interesting. So they're using this place as a recruiting ground. I wonder..." The spy let her thought trail off, then looked pointedly at the reporter. "Well, I'll take it from here. You go home. This is too dangerous."

"No!" Lois said, as she jumped to her feet. "I need to know what's going on!"

"Out of the question," Valeria said firmly. "The people behind this operation are a real threat, and they already know you're here. If you try to go any deeper, they will catch you. Your cover is blown, Lois."

Frustration and curiosity boiled in the reporter. The fat-assed Latina with the big tits had played with her...gotten what she wanted from Lois and now was telling her to leave...and Lois had just one response to that.