Seduce The Bouncer

Pulling her pants up, Lois strode back around toward the Black Door. She moved to knock, and it pulled away...

The bouncer was as wide as the door; Lois couldn't actually see the top of her bald head. Skin pale beneath the fading spray-on tan. She wore a tight-fitting black t-shirt that clearly outlined the thick rings on the nipples of her breasts, which were obviously implants, and black dress pants. Both of her ears looked like they had been chewed off at some point. No makeup, no jewelry, not even a watch, and Lois noticed that her dark brown eyes took all of Lois Lane in with a glance.

Behind her, the reporter could make out what looked like a smaller foyer, with a coat-check room off to one side, and a pair of frosted glass doors.

"You lost, honey?" The bouncer kept her hands by her side—bodybuilder arms, thick with muscle. If not for the implants, the bouncer could be mistaken for a man—and Lois wondered if that hadn't happened, more than once.

What do I do now? Lois thought...and Etrigan's voice echoed in her head.

Go for the rings, grab her breast

Draw her in for the kiss, I'll do the rest!

"Look, you're a little old for—" the bouncer began...and Lois shot forward, hands grabbing at the bouncer's tits, fingers finding the inch-wide loops hanging from her nipples. The bouncer yipped as Lois tugged, hard enough that it threatened to rip the bodybuilder's nipples off if she fought it, and before the bouncer could respond Lois opened her mouth and clamped it over that of the bald woman.

For a moment, the tongue pressed against the tight lips...and then they opened, the hard body softening a little. Strong hands grasped the reporter's hips as their tongues explored one another, then began sliding down, moving to cup Lois Lane's crotch...and found the hard bulge of the shaft there.

Lois broke the kiss with a smile, staring into the bouncer's wide brown eyes. She didn't need Etrigan for this part.

"How about I help you release a little stress," she whispered, "and you let me in the club?"

The bouncer swallowed. "I...I'm not supposed to do that."

The reporter realized the bodyguard was still cupping her crotch. She gave the cock a little flex, the swollen head slipping past the waistband of her tight pants. "But you will."

Lois pulled those rings a little, causing the bouncer to lean forward, until their cheeks brushed against each other, the reporter's lips right against the bald woman's ear. "Tell me what you want me to do."