Succubus Vaginal Mucuous

There were times, growing up, discovering her own sexuality, that Lois Lane had experienced what it ws like to be aroused. Turned on. Really fucking horny. When she had carried that with her all day, because there was no place or time for Lois to just rub one out, and she'd had to make her way throughout long hours with drenched panties and hard nipples. As she got older, it had become...less of an issue. Not that she didn't get those flashes of arousal, but they were never as intense as when she was about nineteen.

Until now.

It came up on the reporter as they were descending the stairs. The pleasant heat inside her legs became almost a burning. Her nipples, sensitive at the best of times, were now stiff as rocks and even the brush of them against the inside of her bra was driving Lois to distraction. The darkness seemed brighter, her thighs itched, pussy instinctively clamping and unclamping...and Lois could almost hear and feel the squelch inside her panties.

It has to be the ****, Lois thought. They...they gave me ecstasy, or something. That's why I'm so horny.

She rubbed her head, a weird headache forming there...and at the base of her spine. Lois could see it was hitting Aisha and Maria two, the women staggering, rubbing at their bodies as they descended the stairwell. The bottom was well-lit. A velvet rope and a hulking black woman in a suit and shades stood before a door that seemed to be a solid piece of darkness. On the left, what looked like the window to an old-fashioned hat-check room.

One big hand rose.

"Sorry ladies," the woman's voice was deep. Lois blinked. "Can't let you in like that. Club rules. No clothes."

Aisha turned and grinned. Lois almost fell back up the stairs. The black transwoman's pupils were fully dilated, her smile a little too wide, showing too much teeth and gum. To the reporter, she looked absolutely demonic.

"You heard the lady, girls," Aisha said as she started to pull of her clothes. "Strip."

Maria immediately began following suit...and "Joanne" was stuck with a problem. Did she strip down to enter...or flee back up the stairs?

The headache was growing, centered on two points above the reporter's brow. She rubbed her forehead, feeling the bulge of her skull there. It must have been the **** playing with her senses, because the bumps felt huge...