Chapter 13 by Zeebop

How Does Lois Respond To That?

I'm Going To Need More Wine

Lois raised her goblet. Circe cocked her head, puzzled...but made a little gesture with her free hand, and the reporter felt the goblet increase in weight. She brought it down, and saw that it was full to the brim.

"You have to show me how you do that," she said, then took a deep sip, that became a gulp.

"Perhaps," Circe said, sipping her own wine more slowly. "Why do you feel the need to be **** before our encounter?"

The reporter polished off the glass.

"I'm not drunk," she said. "I just...I already told you, I'm not really gay. I need to loosen up a little."

Circe made the gesture again. Lois watched as the wine, which had been reduced to a small puddle at the bottom of the glass, slowly refilled itself.

"Am I not attractive?" The sorceress sat down next to Lois. Not touching her, but close. The reporter had to **** herself to sit still. "You are very attractive to me."

"I'm sure that there are plenty of men and women that will kill to have sex with you," Lois said. She sipped more wine. It burned as it went down, spicy with some kind of herbal additives, sweet as honey. Despite the reporter's earlier denials, she could feel the buzz of the ****, the lightheadedness that presages her getting truly shitfaced.

Too many of her sexual encounters involved heavy drinking beforehand. It wasn't as though she was scared—or ashamed of her body—but there was something about getting close to somebody else that required her to let down mental barriers. The **** helped.

Circe set her goblet down, and gently took Lois Lane's from her hand.

"Enough, now. I do not wish to make out with a besotted woman," she turned and stared into Lois Lane's eyes. The sorceress' stare was a glowing green light that seemed to reached into the reporter's skull, so that Lois was unable to look away.

"Your will is strong. Yet it traps you. I can feel your desires, just below the surface. Let me...help you." A hand cupped the reporter's cheek. The green lights seemed to swirl and swirl in that Classically beautiful face. "Will you do as I say?"