The Last Person She Wanted To See Right Now

"Lois?" Clark Kent's voice came through the door. She looked down and recognized his black, polished shoes; the grey trousers he'd been wearing at the office this morning. Her heart sank. The last thing she needed right now was to deal with right now was Smallville. What the hell was he even doing in Suicide Slum at this time of night?

Maybe he comes down here for a bit of pussy, Lois thought. She blinked, not used to thinking of Clark as a sexual entity. I mean sure, he had some chiseled good looks...those broad shoulders, strong jaw, tall...she fingered the bottle, strangely aware that Clark Kent and his cock were right on the other side of this door, and here she was, cum oozing out of her abused asshole...what would he think of her if he saw her like this?

Best not to say anything, the reporter decided.

Clark Kent's voice pitched lower. "Lois, I know it's you. I saw you come in. You looked...in pain."

Mentally, Lois swore. She didn't see how she could get out of this one. Best to just tell Kent a...carefully edited version of events. The reporter slipped the bottle into the inner pocket of her jacket.

"I was undercover tonight, Smallville," she said, just loud enough for him to hear. "I didn't really find what I was looking for, so I was walking home. Had to slip in here to use the bathroom."

"Oh," he said, a bit of weird relief evident in his tone. The feet under the door shuffled. "I...um...I came down here looking for something too. I was wondering if you could help me out with it?"

Lois frowned at the door. This was both absolutely like Kent, and yet totally alien. They were friends, certainly, but had he been...carrying a torch? No, that couldn't be it. He must have found a lead on his case, and wanted Lois Lane's take on it. That was the only thing that made sense.

"Will you let me in?"

The reporter took a breath.

"Clark, I'm still on the toilet," she said.

"I know," he said. "That's okay." A pause. "It's important."

Her nostrils flared. She could feel the hard glass of the bottle against her ribs. This was damn strange. What the hell could Clark Kent need to show her so badly he'd want to come in to the toilet with her half-naked?

Except what any man wants, a voice seemed to whisper in the reporter's brain. But that's impossible. This is Clark Kent!

Prying herself off the toilet, Lois leaned forward. One hand pulled her shirt down to cover her pussy as the other fiddled with the latch.

"Alright Smallville," she said. "This had better be good! I don't want you to catch...an...eye...full..."

The reporter's mouth dropped as she saw Clark Kent's predicament.