Find The Club

"If it's a 'club beneath a club'," Lois reasoned. "Then we should head downstairs."

"I saw a freight elevator near the back," Lana offered.

Elbow to elbow, they fought through the crowd. All of the college-age kids looked so...young to Lois right then. Sure, it hadn't been long since she herself had been in university, but she was a grown woman, out on her own...maybe it was right that she was finally with someone a little more her own age.

The freight door closed with a metallic clang. There were only two buttons. The lower one had its original marking scratched out, and someone had painted "BD" in black sharpie. Lois thumbed it...and they began to descend...

The ride was slow and jumpy. There was nowhere to hang onto, and on one particularly severe bump, Lana ended up clutching onto Lois Lane's arm...which brought a smile to both their faces, when they noticed it.

"Can't get enough of me, can you?" The reporter teased.

"I have to admit, I'm still thinking about the things I want to do to you." Lana admitted. "Is it too early to talk about that kind of stuff?"

"All good relationships are based on a healthy sex life," Lois responded, putting her hand over Lana's. "And the basis of a healthy sex life is open communication."

Lana licked her lips. "Okay so...I know this is weird, but have you ever been felched?"

Lois Lane's eyes went wide...and then the elevator hit bottom, and the door rattled open.

"Oh look, we're here!" she said, half pulling Lana out of the elevator.

They were in a hallway, which led to some sort of underground parking garage to their left. Straight ahead was a large square black door, the walls around it spraypainted with intricate graffiti, something between H. R. Giger and a Mayan version of the Kama Sutra. Weird biomechanical phalluses violating disturbingly acrobatic women, all in a very flat, archaic style. Mounted right above the door was the black glass hemisphere of a camera.

"Okay," Lois said. "So...here we are. How do we get in?"

As if in answer to her question, a small round hole opened at about waist-height...and a large, veiny black cock slithered through. Lois gawped. Even flaccid, it was bigger than any cock she had ever seen...seven inches long if a millimeter, with a smooth chocolate head the same shade as the rest of it.

"Remember what I said back in the elevator?" Lana said nervously. "To get in the club, you have to show them you're...well, a complete slut."