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The shampoo tingled. Angie Blaze's fingers were strong and knowing as she massaged it into the reporter's scalp. Tired as she was, Lois closed her eyes and let herself relax into the hairwashing. Tried to focus on what had happened to her tonight.

She had come looking for the missing women. The brothel downstairs had seemed a promising lead. Women dressed up as superheroes and villains. Dressed as Wonder Woman, Lois had wandered into the clutches of Poison Ivy...

The reporter did not shudder as she replayed the erotic episode in her mind. It was nothing she would have consciously sought out to do tonight, but she wasn't ashamed of it. After all, the reporter was a grown woman...who cared if she'd had sex with another woman? No, all that mattered is that Lois had gotten safely away, and now she'd met Angie, and maybe she could get back to her original mission.

The tingle on her scalp had become a burning. Angie's fingers had moved down to the reporter's eyebrows.

"Keep your eyes closed for a bit," the woman said. "This is some strong stuff. Cleans you right down to the skin."

Lois grimly tightened her lips, not sure she liked the sound of that. She was normally careful what chemicals she used in her hair...and Angie's massaging fingers were spreading it down the reporter's arms now, and the reporter could feel naked breasts against her back, the shampoo running down in a burning line...

The woman's fingers ran down Lois Lane's legs, careful not to miss a spot, and the burning was easing up on the reporter's head.

"Stand up and open your thighs now," she whispered in Lois's ear. "You're absolutely filthy down there."

The reporter hesitated...but then again, it wasn't like she hadn't already been touched down there tonight, and there was a lingering concern in the back of Lois's mind that maybe some of the pollen had gotten down there. So with shaking legs, Lois stood up...

Angie Blaze was businesslike, but thorough. Lois bit her cheeks as the harsh soap touched her sore labia, and the woman's hands seemed to be especially focused on the reporter's small, carefully trimmed patch of pubic hair. By comparison, the hand that ran down and over her asshole was almost cursory. To the reporter's relief, the woman didn't try to actually insert her fingers into any of the reporter's orifices.

"Alright now," Blaze said, and Lois could almost hear the smile in her voice. "Let's rinse you off."

Hot water sprayed, terrific in its pressure. The beat of the blast was almost like a second massage, rinsing away all of the terrible chemicals, and with it went the burning sensation...and though Lois Lane couldn't see it, so too went every single hair on her body.