Enjoy The Show

She saw me! Mercy held her breath, hand frozen between her thighs.

Lois Lane continued to slow push her hand into the young woman's asshole, knuckles just scraping the pink rim, two fingers tugging at the bartender's pink slit...and Mercy was frozen then, hardly daring to breathe, not wanting to be heard, to be caught...

...and the reporter turned her head, just a fraction of a degree and stared straight at Mercy and winked. The bodyguard watched, dumbfounded, as Lois Lane silently mouthed words, and Mercy Grave's training kicked in as she automatically read her lips:

"Enjoy the show."

A weight seemed to leave Mercy's shoulders. A giddy sensation filled her stomach. She leaned in on the hole, staring boldly as the young woman gave a sharp exultant cry as Lois Lane's knuckles slipped into her ass. A little more and the reporter could get her whole hand inside the young woman, and seemed determined to do it too.

Mercy Graves swallowed and pressed two fingers deep into her own cunt. She didn't try to hide it now...Lane obviously knew that someone was in the next stall, watching them. Wanted to show off how she was reaming this young piece of ass out, pushing forward and then resting, letting the young woman bent over get used to how wide her ass was stretched before pushing forward a little more...

There was a bottle of clear pink lube on the floor near Lois, and every minute or so she would reach down and drip more on the poor abused hole, leaving the young woman's pussy empty and neglected. Mercy didn't even think about where they had gotten it, until she recognized the LexCorp label on the bottle...one of Mr. Luthor's special formulations.

The bodyguard looked around the stall and saw an identical bottle, right near the toilet. She licked her lips, hearing the young woman moan, Lois Lane cooing sweet nothings as she slid her hand in even deeper into her asshole, gliding in on a film of Lex Luthor's special lubricant.

Mercy Graves had never fisted herself. Had never stuck more than a couple of fingers in her own slit—and it had been a long time since she'd had any real "one-on-one" time. Her eyes darted back and forth between the gloryhole and the bottle of lube nearby, her fingers working in and out all the time. A little dab wouldn't hurt...just make her a little bit more wet...and open...