Privacy Booth

There were a series of booths, not far from the bar. Small, intimate, with individual overhead lamps, and curtains that could be drawn to close them off. The perfect place for a couple to get a bit of privacy for an assignation...or a chat away from prying eyes. They sat, on either ends of the small bench in the booth, and the old man instinctively places his hands to cover his erection, even as Lois instinctively covered her nipples with her arm and pussy with her hand.

This is ridiculous, she thought to herself. I mean here we are, two grown adults, and we've already seen...I mean, his dick bumped into me by the bar. We're just naked. Everybody's got bits.

Lois **** herself to lower her hands to her knees. Perry immediately lowered her eyes.

"They're just tits, Perry," she said, feeling that burning need between her knees. A part of the reporter wished that the **** would just wear off, and another part of her wanted to...do things to Perry she would not have thought of, on any other night.

"Sorry," he apologized. "It's just...weird. You work for me and all."

"We're not at the office," Lois said. "And I'm still working."

The reporter quickly explained why she was hear...eliding over some of the more unusual parts of the evening, like doing a line of tainted cocaine in the bathroom, or the fact that her pussy was an absolute swamp right now, her violet eyes seeming to fixate on Perry's swollen cockhead, and the bead of precum at the tip of his urethra, despite her best efforts not to.

Perry listened intently...and, forgetting himself for a moment, shifted his hands to scratch one great grey-furred testicle. The movement caused Lois to blink, sure that her eyes were playing tricks on her.

"Chief, do you have three testicles?"

He coughed, face turning purple as he realized what she was asking and why. With a pained expression he said:

"Yeah. Not something I talk about much. Alice used to like it but...well, she..." His shoulders slumped, hairy stomach protruding a little. Lois could tell he was put out by her lack of interest, at his wife's obvious philandering under the guise of having an open relationship. Perry's cock was so stiff, Lois knew it had to hurt like a sonofabitch. He probably hadn't drained those big, hairy balls in days...weeks...

Then again, the reporter thought, her eyes drifting down to his cock once more. If he IS in an open relationship, then maybe we could help each other. She licked her lips, not sure if that was her or the **** talking.

Lois reached out and touched Perry's knee. He looked up at her, grey brows crumpled in confusion.

"Perry," she said. "You've been here before. The women I've described...the ones who are missing. Have you seen—"

Which is when an older, shriller female voice rattled the curtain.

"Perry? Are you in there?"

His eyes widened in shock and horror. Lois Lane recognized the voice.

It was his wife, Alice.