Chapter 19 by Zeebop

What does Lois Lane do?

Run, Don't Walk

The reporter tiptoed up the stairs, feeling the grime against her feet. In the dark, it wasn't safe to cover anything. Her hand gripped the rail of the stairs, her pussy clenched painfully tight. Something wet seeped down her thighs, and Lois didn't know if it was piss leaking out of her slit, or sweat, or something else.

At the open doorway, she peeked through into the club. Most everyone was staring at their drinks, or the dancers in their cages, or someone else. There was a line leading into the women's restroom, but the men's room was clear...and Lois gathered her courage together for what she knew that she had to do, even though her cheeks burned in shame at the thought of it.

Eyes turned to stare as the naked woman streaked across the length of the club, ducking under elbows and squeezing through tight spaces. There was a flash of cameras, but the naked woman made no effort to cover herself, she was too desperately busy at moving...so that people got snapshots of a naked ass, bare breasts, a blurry flick of bush between her legs...no one bothers to look at a naked woman's face, after all.

Lois dashed through the door to the men's room, and only then did she pause, bare feet skidding on a floor sticky with piss—only to see that all the stalls were full, though the doors were open, and a pair of men stood at the urinals, turning to look over their shoulders at her.

The reporter's heart felt ready to burst out of her chest. Her legs quivered, and her cunt hurt, ready to burst. She was here, she could pee...but where? How?