Pussies Must Be Licked

Lois Lane had covered celebrity poker tournaments. She'd sat in when Batman had taught the no-longer-teenage Titans how to play Texas Hold 'em. Played in underground games with mobsters of the old school. The reporter had learned how to keep a straight face, to keep her emotions under control, to give nothing away.

"Really?" The reporter said, and sipped her drink.

"It's a good way to weed out those who aren't suitable for becoming sisters," Tonya Wong said. "And it reinforces bonds of sisterhood. You train together, you make love, you fight harder for your sisters. Have you ever...?"

The reporter remembered a steamy seven minutes in a closet during her university days, hands fumbling under clothes. A long, drunken kiss after a party, the taste of her roommate's lips. An adult sex ed class with an aging porn star, who explained—and demonstrated—the proper techniques; she had given the reporter a sex toy to practice on, a pocket pussy.

"I've had some experience," Lois said, honestly. "But not with a group. What is it like?"

Tonya licked her lips. "Empowering. So. Are you interested?"

That was a test. Lois could see Tonya watch her. Judge her.

"I'm curious," Lois said, as she slid off her stool. "I'm always curious."

The little slip of an Asian woman grinned like the cat that had got the cream. She squeezed the reporter's ass, and Lois refused to flinch.

"Come on, then. I think the sisters will like you."