To A Sauna

Past the storage space for bottles of beer and cups, napkins and towels, they passed into what looked to have at one point been a gym—many of these old warehouses had been remodeled into all manner of businesses in the decades since they were first built. Harmonia's heels clicked on the polished wooden floor as she led Lois past empty workout rooms to a locker room.

"I like to use the Sauna," Harmonia said, pointing to a wooden door with a glass window. "It helps to sweat, to balance out the humours. Come, strip."

The tall woman bent down, the muscles bulging as she unlaced her shoes.

Lois Lane hesitated for only a second. She had done many odd things in her time as an investigative reporter—knew that it took willingness and openness to gain a source's trust, so that they would answer her questions. Yet there was something different in the way Lois peeled off her jacket and cotton shirt, the weird eagerness with which she undid her bra, letting her small breasts out into the open air in front of this complete stranger.

Harmonia stood and stretched, arching her back to emphasize those heavy breasts...and then grabbed the zipper of her jeans and pulled it down, revealing a strip of hair, dyed white and black like that on her head, but curly and moist, the clit unusually protuberant, the inner labia hanging out from like liver-colored flaps. Lois could almost feel the smile as Harmonia saw the blush spread across the reporter's cheeks...and the reporter hurriedly peeled off her too-tight red pants.

I must be crazy, Lois thought as, naked, she followed the statuesque stranger into the wood-lined room.

A mechanical knob on the wall turned on the heat, and there was a metal basket of rocks, a pail of water with a dipper. It would take a few minutes to really heat up...

Harmonia took her seat on one of the wooden benches, knees spread wide, elbows up on the back of the bench. The eyes seemed to shimmer, and Lois swore they had switched again...but it was a bit dim in the sauna, and she couldn't quite trust her eyes.

"You have combat training, don't you?" Harmonia said, her accent a little thicker now as Lois took her seat, not far from the woman, but close to her right knee...which at last kept her from staring at the woman's pussy. The reporter's own legs were demurely closed. "I can tell."

"My father is a general in the army," Lois said. "My sister and I—he wanted to make sure we could defend ourselves. So we've gone through combatives training."

Harmonia nodded, approvingly. "My father, he was the same way. My mother, she wanted a girly girl, he wanted a soldier—and in the end, I embraced something of both. Woman and warrior."

"Harmony. Harmonia," Lois said, and felt the heat begin to build in the room.

"Yes," the woman said. "I am well-named. Do you feel in harmony with yourself, Lois Lane?"

For the first time, Lois shivered...because she hadn't given Harmonia her last name.