Get To The Club

"Mr. Luthor? Subject 05 is back. Monitor 2."

Luthor ran a hand over her bald scalp as her turned wearily toward the monitor. There was Lois Lane, heading toward the bar. He frowned.

It was 1AM. The club was still going, but all the casuals had left. Now it was the hour of the hard-partiers, hard-drinkers. The **** dealers were doing a brisque business in the shadowed corners of the club, and tricks were being turned in the bathroom.

The scientist pinched the bridge of his nose as Lois bellied up to the bar. Leo was on shift. He would slip her another dose of XXX.

"How much semen did we recover from the last experiment?" He asked. One of the techs punched the keys and gave him an answer.

"We have ten vials of uncorrupted semen samples. They've been frozen in liquid pending future..."

"Begin the unfreezing process. Is Maria still available?"

"Yes Mr. Luthor."

"Have her move in. Buy her drinks. Hint about subjects 01 to 04. Let Lois draw her back down to the staging area." A smile cracked his tired features. "And prepare the inseminator."

There was a stillness in the room.

"Do it!" He said, without raising his voice.

"Yes, Mr. Luthor," they chimed in unison.

Lex allowed his smile to settle into a grim line. If Lois Lane was going to continue to meddle in his affairs, then she would pay the price. Getting knocked up with her own sperm should slow the Daily Planet's greatest reporter down, at least a little.