Not Alone

Lois Lane spotted the blondes as she re-entered the club.

Power Girl was hiding in plain sight, The diaphanous tight t-shirt she was wearing barely covering her nipples, showing a vast swathe of underboob; the hotpants hung low on her hips, showing off her toned midriff, and the three-inch black heels were almost an afterthought. Half the men and more than a few of the women in the bar were attempting to buy her a drink.

Supergirl was more surreptitious, her less-buxom form draped in skinny jeans and a sleeveless blouse, a black baseball cap drawn down low. The reporter wondered if Batgirl had given her tips on the makeup; the heavy black makeup around her eyes was very unlike the young Kryptonian.

Still, it gave the reporter a bit of relief to see them both, and though they gave no indication that they saw her, Lois could almost sense the movement in the crowd as she passed, the two women following at a distance.

The reporter skirted the dance floor, alert for anyone else that might be following her. The bottle was in the inner left pocket of her jacket, and the security guards seemed to be giving her a wide birth, but the heaving crowd of horny and drunk young college students made it hard to say if anyone was watching her.

At the elevator, Lois turned around and scanned the crowd. Supergirl was at the entrance to the stairs, and Power Girl was doing a reasonable act of being drunk, leaning on the shorter blonde as the two stumbled into the stairwell to be sick. The reporter stepped into the elevator and hit the button, watching the doors close.

This was the dangerous part. There hadn't been time for any sort of complicated planning, or for Batgirl to get here from Gotham. Four women's lives were on the line, and Lois still wasn't sure what kind of threat she was dealing with.

All she did know is that her pussy still felt wet and sticky, even with the sanitary pad she'd slid in between her slit and her panties. The reporter had a feeling that she would be dripping cum for a while. Lois took the bottle out of her pocket, just to be sure it was intact, and wasn't surprised to find that the once-empty bit of glass was now a quarter-full of viscous white goo. She put it back as the elevator reached the lower level.

All she had to do go to the altar and make the exchange.