End: Lois Wants To Get Laid

Lois Lane came back to herself as a warm, dry towel fluffed about her head. She blinked, momentarily disoriented...and then memories came back. Drinks upstairs at the bar. She had gone downstairs. Then...Lois remembered eating pussy. Making love with a woman? A redhead. Then she had been all dirty, and gone off to have a shower...

A strand of blonde hair fell in front of her face as the towel moved down to her shoulders.

Right, Lois thought. I bleached my hair. And...

She squirmed in her seat, felt the residual heat between her legs. Like she always did, after a good fuck. Except after a long dry spell like this, Lois knew that now that just one orgasm wasn't going to be enough.

The reporter drew her hands up to the towel and turned.

A naked women there. Slim, small breasts. More handsome than pretty; she was so thin that Lois could see her ribs, the well-defined abs and muscles of her long arms and legs...a few inches taller than Lois, the wild dark mass of her hair wet and hanging down almost far enough to cover her little pink nipples. The reporter glanced briefly at the shaven pussy, then looked up into dark eyes and a Mona Lisa smile. A name came to her.

"Angie...Blaze?" Lois said.

The smile widened. "Hey, sweetmeat. Feeling better?"

Lois stood up. Brought the towel down to dry herself off. Normally she would have felt self-conscious about doing this in front of another woman...

Why? Lois thought as something about that struck her as wrong. I mean, it's not like I have anything to hide.

Indeed, Angie was openly admiring the reporter's body, and Lois almost felt herself leaning back to push her chest out a little more. Not for the first time, Lois wished her breasts were a bit bigger.

"I do, actually," Lois said. She ran the towel over her thighs, down around her lower back and butt, and back up to her hair. The reporter knew the blonde would take some getting used to. "A shower always helps me sober up a little. I think I had too much to drink earlier, so much of tonight is a blur."

"Well, we've all been there," Angie said. "C'mon, I put your clothes next to mine."

The blonde reporter followed that ass as it led from the showers to a locker-room set up...and there were her clothes, folded and tucked away in one of the lockers. Lois squeezed her legs back into the tight red pants, hooked herself into the bra, fastened on her heels...and she dredged her memory. She didn't feel drunk at all, which was odd, but she did feel...

She glanced back at Blaze, who now was in ripped black jeans, black boots, and a black t-shirt two sizes too big with the sleeves ripped off. No bra, and not even any panties as far as Lois could discern.

"You know," Lois said, as coolly as she could, even though her heart began to beat faster. "I didn't do anything for you, in the shower I mean."

"I was just helping you get cleaned up," Blaze said. That damned knowing smile...

"I think your fingers cleaned me inside and out," Lois licked her lips. "I'd like to...return the favor sometime."

There it was. A pass at another woman. Lois wasn't sure why she was so nervous and excited about this. Sure, she hadn't really come onto another woman before, but it wasn't like she was a virgin.

"Why don't we get some dinner," Angie offered. "No ****, you've had enough for tonight. And if you do end up returning the favor...I want you to remember it."

Which was how Lois Lane, her mission regarding the missing women backburned deep in her brain, ended up taking a woman out to dinner for the first time. Paying for a hotel room for the night. And, as the sun rose, had her blonde head buried between Angie's splayed legs, sucking her cunny for all she was worth.

Lois looked at herself in the mirror, at the end of the night. Twisted a bleached-blonde lock of hair around her finger. She could still taste Angie on her lips. Loved the feeling of the woman writhe on her tongue. Yet there was something missing. She ran her fingers down to her pubic hair, as blonde as that on her head, and rubbed the aching slit beneath.

"Pussy is great and all," she whispered to herself. "But I need some dick, too."

The Daily Planet's Greatest reporter gave herself a wicked smile. This bisexual blonde slut was about to have a lot of fun...