Lois Lane and friends check out Revlon's latest fashion shoot.

The Daily Planet wasn’t exactly bustling around this time of night. The odd reporter or two walked the office halls, bleary-eyed and running on the last drops of coffee in the break room while they pieced together a story to be printed the next morning. The night watchman reclined at the security station in the main lobby, feet up on his desk, beneath which the dim glow and dull chatter of a portable TV kept him distracted through his uneventful shift A single janitor whistled as he polished the floors, one story at a time, his scrubber humming as he made his way around the building. Other than that, the office tower was deserted, the skyscraper as close to a ghost town one could find in Metropolis.

Tonight, however, was just a bit different.

Lois Lane’s office wasn’t particularly anything special, but it had a certain cozy charm to it. Her view of the Metropolis skyline out the window was excellent, her workspace was well-maintained, and there were plenty of keepsakes and potted plants here and there to liven the place up. It was, as far as the three ladies hanging around the Daily Planet after-hours were concerned, the perfect spot for a little get-together.

“I’ve heard that everyone is talking about this latest fashion line!” Lana Lang remarked, green eyes gleaming excitedly. “If it’s half as good as people are saying, Revlon must have really outdone themselves this time!”

“We’ll see,” Catherine Grant replied, a bit less enthused than her fashionista friend. “I wasn’t too impressed by their last few pieces.”

“Seriously, Cat?” Lana scoffed. “Last month’s release was their best yet!”

“Hey, it’s almost time!” Lois announced, gesturing for the other ladies to gather around her computer screen.

Revlon’s surprise, late-night drops were always a hot commodity, and the three women crowded around the computer, eager to see exactly what the fashion giant had in store for them this time. Even Cat, skeptical though she was, found herself staring at the website’s countdown timer, the screen’s pale glow reflected in her brown eyes. The seconds ticked down, and before long, the page refreshed, the screen flickering for half a second as its contents quickly populated with Revlon’s latest release.

“Look at that!” Lana gasped, squeezing between Lois and Cat for a closer look at the screen, eyes wide with excitement. “That’s Mari McCabe, right? That outfit is so cute on her!”

Cat couldn’t help but nod in agreement, one hand idly sliding up her blouse to pop the buttons open, the other slipping into the back pocket of Lana’s jeans to grope her behind.

“I have to admit,” the reporter began, her top falling open to reveal her bra. “It is a really sexy look…”

“You can say that again!” Lois agreed, hiking her skirt up, leaning back in her seat. “I wonder how much that top costs…”

Her left hand dipped into the waistband of her panties while her right moved the computer’s mouse. One finger started to rub her clit, the other manipulating the scroll wheel as the women oohed and ahhed at the nude woman on the computer screen, all remarking on how wonderful her outfits looked and how gorgeous she was, oblivious to the fact she was wearing almost nothing at all…

Nothing, that is, except for a gleaming amulet around her neck…

“I’ll have to see if Revlon c-aaahhh- can lend her to me!” Lana chirped excitedly, wiggling her hips slightly to let her now-unbuttoned jeans slip down her legs. “She’d look fffuuucking great in some of the outfits I’m working on!”

Cat’s hand had snuck between Lana’s thighs, and she was caressing the redhead’s pussy through her panties. She shrugged her blouse off her shoulders, her free hand unfastening her bra, which she let fall away to expose her perky breasts. Her nipples were already getting stiff, the brown nubs wasting no time in standing erect against her bare chest.

“Think we could talk her intoooohhh popping over to Metropolis for an interview?” Cat asked, her free hand vanishing into her pants.

“Mmmph… I’m sure she’d be happy to!” Lois said, violet eyes fixed on the screen as she scrolled, fingers sliding up and down the soft, wet lips of her pussy. “I bet we could tag-team the interview!”

“That’s a good idea!” Cat remarked, her voice getting low, shaky, breathy. “I’d love to aaahhh double-team her with you!”

The trio continued chatting, shedding more clothes as they continued skimming through Revlon’s webpage. They stripped down to almost nothing between the three of them. Lois still had her skirt on, but nothing else. Lana and Cat both wore nothing but their panties. All three were in various stages of shameless, self-indulgent masturbation, each occasionally sparing a free hand to help one of the others to climax. None remarked on the blatant, lewd debauchery they were engaged in, all well under the sway of the amulet at Vixen’s breast, a single glance at the artifact having been more than enough to coax the three women into a base display of desire and lust.

Lois, Lana, and Cat were so wrapped up in pleasuring themselves and commenting on Mari’s nonexistent outfit, in fact, that they had nearly forgotten about the fourth member of their little group…