Chapter 17 by Zeebop

What kind of blonde is Lois?

Dumb Blonde

Strong fingers massaged Lois Lane's scalp, the bubbly shampoo going right in to the roots. The cotton candy feeling in the reporter's head seemed to grow thicker, as if she were floating in a thick cloud. Lois didn't think much about it.

In fact, she wasn't thinking much of anything.

The violet eyes dulled, moment by moment, as Lois sat there and felt the tingle of the shampoo. Breathed in that strange chemical smell. It was like waking up in bed on a weekend, just lying there before the day started, the previous day forgotten, just the last fading remnants of last night's dreams running through her mind.

"Spread your legs," Angie Blaze told her.

Lois paused, instinctively resisting the order—and then her brow crinkled, unable to think about why she would do that.

"Come on," Angie told her. "We want to shampoo your pubic hair too."

That made sense to Lois. She opened her knees, wondered at the weird pit of trepidation that opened in her stomach as she did so. Blaze slid down behind Lois, her hands reaching around, sudsy fingers seeking the little carefully-trimmed patch of pubic hair that Lois kept above her pussy.

Wait, Lois frowned. I shaved that off, didn't I? Earlier.

Sudsy hands slid over smooth flesh, and the tingle that Lois felt in her scalp spread to where her pubic hair had been. Something about this seemed so wrong, but it was so hard to...

Lois moaned as the fingers slid over her clit, the tips just pressing into the lips of her labia. Angie's breasts were pressed into the reporter's breasts.

"What do you like better, Lois," a throaty whisper floated up from behind her. "Men or women?"