A Crash of Thunder

Thunder rumbled through the room, and Lois turned to the door, which had opened wide. A figure strode through—tall and muscular, in a black leotard dominated by a single golden lightning bolt across the chest. Lois knew that uniform—the mark of Black Adam, the ruler of Khandaq, foe of Captain Marvel. A supervillain as powerful as Superman. Her heart beat in her chest as her eyes crawled up expecting to see the villain's cruelly handsome face...

"Lois?" Superman said, eyes wide. "What are you doing here?"

"Me? What are you doing here? Dressed like that?" She shot back.

"You know this guy?" Rat said, quietly shutting the door.

"Uh, folks...?" A blonde woman dressed in a pink diaphanous cloud of negligee emerged from the bathroom, toy chains clinking around wrist and ankle. "I didn't think I was scheduled for a group rate..."

Lois stomped forward and poked the Kryptonian hero in the chest.

"I have infiltrated this brothel, looking for the four women that have gone missing here in the last few weeks. Now what are you doing here?"

Superman coughed. "Well I...you know, it's difficult to date, when you're a superhero..."

"So you blow off steam at a whore house? Dressed as a supervillain? That is fucked up, Man of Steel..."

"Look, it's not like that! I just...it's been hard, I mean, difficult for me lately, and I thought it might be easier in disguise..." Superman stood a good head taller than Lois, but he was doing a good impression of making himself as small as possible. "And it's...um...well, it's my first time."

"What, here?" Lois smirked, and then stopped when she saw the hurt in his big blue eyes. "Wait, you mean...your first time ever? And you decided to come here?"

He nodded, absently brushing the black curl back from his forehead.

"I mean...why didn't you ask me?" Lois said, and was surprised at how hurt she actually felt...and she was suddenly aware of how close she was. It hadn't been the first time they'd stood in close proximity, but this was the first time she had done so being so...aware. Almost absently, she reached down to touch the bulge in his leotard. He wasn't hard, yet, but she could feel the size and heat of his balls through the thin fabric.

"Oh...wow. You really are...backed up." The reporter said.

"Lois I've always...I didn't know how to tell you..." He stammered.

The blonde saddled up to Rat. "Is they married or somethin'?"

The pale goth shrugged. "I think it's called UST. Unresolved sexual tension."

She snorted. "Well, this is about the right place to resolve it. Look, I'm gonna go catch a smoke. Give 'em a little private time."

"That," Rat said, eyeing her full breasts through the see-through negligee, "sounds like a great idea."

The pair quietly slipped out as Lois fondled Superman's testicles through the black costume.