Lois Craves Pussy

The reporter stared at the pickle. It was like something clicked inside of her. Pieces falling into place. She set the phallic foodstuff down, having suddenly lost her appetite.

Lois Lane had once read that women had a greater tendency toward bisexuality than men. Something in their neurological makeup. She herself had never felt strongly inclined toward women...though she had appreciated their beauty...and there had been a few times at university when she had ended up fooling around with other women, though none of it had gone very far.

Now though...now Lois suddenly felt a stirring inside her loins. An itch that needed scratching. One that couldn't be had from any phallus. No, she needed...a woman's touch.

The reporter re-dressed herself, not in a hurry but with a single-minded attention that she had rarely experienced. There was a lesbian bar only a few blocks away from the club where the women had disappeared. Lois had passed it a couple of times but never gone in.

"Maybe the missing women went there," Lois lied to herself as she freshened her makeup. Her pussy was so wet, it was already threatening to eat her thing panties. She looked at herself in the mirror, afraid to see belly was sticking out after her huge meal—but she looked fine.

"Fine piece of ass," she whispered, turning to admire how the tight pants accentuated her butt.

In ten minutes, she was outside the apartment building, climbing into the taxi cab.

In thirty, she was standing outside of Dyke's. Most of the parking lot was filled with motorcycles. Lois smiled at the play on words. Her heart fluttered a little as she opened the door, like a kid entering a candy store. Whatever she might or might not find out here, the reporter knew what her true mission was:

To score some pussy.