The Sissy Bar

"It started out as a joke," the ginger-haired young man said, as he led Lois out into the crowded bar, and down a dark stairwell. The steps were sticky, and the reporter didn't want to touch the rails.

"One of my girlfriends dared me to come down here—she thought it would be hot to see me kiss a guy. And y'know, I'm secure in my sexuality..."

Lois Lane had her doubts on that matter, but she said nothing.

"...so we had a drink and it was just wild, and she was chatting up this one woman and...well, I say woman, but really she was a pre-op..."

There was a light at the bottom of the stairs. The reporter curled her nose. It smelled like somebody had been using this place as a toilet.

"...and it was just a nice kiss, just a hint of tongue, and she invited us for shots. So we were doing tequila shooters and our new friend, Alicia, she was rubbing me through my pants, and we started to kiss some more, so I started rubbing her..."

"Your girlfriend was okay with this?" Lois asked, just imagining the scene. It was one thing to make your boyfriend kiss someone else, and another thing to watch him making out right in front of you...not that the reporter wouldn't mind seeing that.

"Oh, that relationship didn't last, she turned out to be a Young Republican if you can believe it! Total trust fund baby. But it was an amicable break-up." Jimmy led her into a corridor of old storage spaces. "Alicia wasn't really in the mood for a serious relationship, but we started...meeting here every so often. Just to drink and talk..."

"When did you suck your first cock?" Lois cut to the point.

"F-five weeks ago," He stopped and blushed. "I got...I kinda got to like it after a while, Miss Lane. I mean, I haven't really embraced the lifestyle, but I've been...doing some things..."

Lois remembered how smooth-shaven Jimmy had been lately. The lip gloss. Whiffs of cologne that smelled a little too...floral. Pink bowties. She could definitely seem him easing into it.

The photographer led Lois down the corridor to a pitch black door, opposite a service elevator. He paused before knocking on it.

"Miss Lane...does sucking dick make me gay?" He asked earnestly.

"Well Jimmy, I suck dick and I'm not homosexual," she said deadpan, patting him gently on the shoulder. "If you like it, then that's all that matters."

He broke into a grin. "Gee thanks, Miss Lane, that really means a lot to me..."

The door opened. Something in a blonde wig and a skin-tight pink latex dress and three-inch pink heels smiled at them, the little bulge in their crotch clear as day.

"Jenny! Thank Satan you're back! There's a line in the bathroom, the regular girl didn't come in today!"

"Jenny" Olsen blushed and waved awkwardly to Lois Lane as a pink glove dragged him inside. Without waiting for an invitation, the reporter followed them. Although how four missing women connected with a sissy bar was not something she could guess just yet, her investigative instincts said there had to be a collection.