The Bat Suite

It was a sealed soundstage, set up like a cave. Fake stalactites and stalagmites, an uneven stone effect for floor and ceiling, track lighting overhead, cameras on dollies... and in the center of it all, a great bed shaped like the infamous signal. Black satin sheets, bat-shaped pillows...off to one side Lois could see a box of sex toys marked "props," a costume holding various familiar cowls and costumes, and a matte black curtain that pulled back to reveal a small bathroom, complete with shower.

"You'll need to stay here until you're assigned a client," Maria showed her the intercom near the door. "The main door is locked."

Lois adjusted her Star Sapphire costume, the crotchless latex bottom was digging into her, and it felt like her pussy was puffy. "What if there's a fire or something?"

Maria ignored her, which told Lois more than if she'd half-assed an answer. Whores were disposable, apparently. "You should do as Ms. Blaze said. Y'know, get a little excited. The clients like to see that."

"What kind of action am I looking at here?" The reporter knew she was already wet, but it sounded like good advice. Lois sat on the outthrust tip of the bed, legs spread. She ran one final finger along her bare slit.

"Lot of home movies," Maria watched Lois as the "Star Sapphire" slowly rubbed herself. "The Bat causes a lot of...frustration. Some of them want him. Some want to be him. Same goes for the rest of the family." The red-head in the sexy Wonder Woman outfit looked around. "Look, are you going to be okay here? I've got to go..."

"Go where?" Lois pitched her voice husky, commanding.

Maria held up a small bag of white powder. She didn't meet Lois' eye. "It...look, sometimes it helps. It's just cocaine. Not crack or anything." The "Wonder Woman" bit her lip and looked at Lois. "Did you...want to do a line with me?"