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Infection progressing ahead of schedule. The artificial voice announced. Luthor stared at the screen. Overall body temperature was elevated, but the reporter's sexual organs glowed bright red in the simulation.

"Let me know when we can hit the lights," the bald man said. "And the alien?"

Superman is currently outside Earth orbit. Probability of intercept is low.

"Not low enough," he gruffed. Luthor tapped his microphone. "Maria. Accelerate the schedule."

On the dance floor, the adrenaline hit Lois like a ****. Eyes burned, fever bright, and she felt the flush creep up over her, senses acute as her nipples strained against her dress and rubbed her thighs together as the wet panties dug into her pussy.

Then Maria was there, the barmaid's strong arms wrapped around her in a bear hug, lips searched for hers. Lois grabbed the barmaid's head and locked their lips together, her tongue probed and searched, tasted lipstick, brushed against teeth.

An unexpected hardness—small, hard object. Maria dipped Lois, and her tongue jammed forward. Lois tried to resist as the pill hit her throat, but then she felt a wash of saliva, and instinctively swallowed. The barmaid brought Lois back to vertical, released the kiss, a little line of spit connected them until the reporter coughed and sputtered.

"What was that?" she asked.

"Just a little pick-me-up, baby. Get you in the mood. You're so tense, y'know? Need to loosen you up." The barmaid reached over and nuzzled Lois' ear, teeth nibbled lightly at the lobe. "C'mon," she whispered.

Lois let Maria lead her into the bathroom, flushed and feverish; Lois was almost hanging off of her. She couldn't believe how wet she was, panties soaked, a rivulet beginning to make its way down her thigh...and whatever the barmaid had given her hadn't even had time to take effect yet. Lois wondered what was in the pill.

The first stall was empty, which Lois took for a blessing, and relatively clean, for which she gave thanks. Clean, but graffiti'd. The reporter in her made note of the names, phone numbers, dates. Correlated them with what she knew of the missing girls. A few possible hits, but she'd have to double check for certain.

Lois' attention snapped back to Maria when she felt the barmaid's hands on her pants. With both of them in the small stall it was cramped. She put her hands on the barmaid's wrist as it dug into her waistband, and Maria stopped, brought the hand to the reporter's face, a back-handed caress. Lois panted and turned away, but the hand was persistent, fingers groped at her mouth—and Lois snapped at them.

"Easy baby, easy," Maria said. Lois looked at Maria, who had a couple inches and several pounds of muscle on her. "You're feeling better, aren't ya? I'm just trying to help. Here, let me show you." Lois watched Maria stick two of her own fingers into her mouth, and start to suck them. A wet, sloppy slurp, in and out, in and out... then she started to alternate it with her thumb, until half her hand was gooey with her own saliva. When Maria was done, she held the wet fingers and smiled.

Maria leaned in for another kiss, and Lois accepted it, eyes closed. She felt a pressure on her clit—the other woman's hand, on top of her pants, cupped her groin and grabbed it. Her palm ground against Lois' hard button as she broke the kiss. The barmaid dabbled kisses down her neck to the hollow, and then sucked at her skin. For a moment, they stayed like that, and Lois just froze. The hand on her crotch wasn't moving, wasn't penetrating, yet Lois could feel a pulsing heat. After what seemed a long moment, where Maria's sucking actually started to hurt, and the pressure was on her clit was released...and she felt a sudden intrusion as two slick, hard fingers delved underneath her waist band and into her pussy, and began to piston in and out.

Lois brought her hand up to her mouth to muffle her scream. Then she felt the pill start to come on.