Chapter 17 by Zeebop

What does Lois do?

Try To Ignore It

Her phone was set on vibrate. That was the only saving grace. Lois Lane continued to smile and talk and drink, as the smartphone in her ass buzzed away. She could feel it travel up her spine, that buzz, and it seemed to go on forever and ever. An unnecessary distraction, utterly unreachable short of another trip to the bathroom...and Lois could feel that constant, rhythmic buzz eat at her like acid.

The worst part was, she found that she liked it. Perhaps too much.

The reporter smiled and nodded, tried to focus. Yes, there were plenty of pick-up artists in the club, bad dudes, the women they left with never came back. The women pointed them out to Lois...and the reporter discreetly cast her gaze on a tall, broad-shouldered man who was a little too nicely dressed for a club like this. The leather jacket was too new, too expensive; the gold chain looked like real gold, the watch on his thick, hairy wrist cost more than some cars, the teeth were perfect and white in a way that spoke of wealth...

They had a name for him, tall, dark, and strangely handsome. Thornton.

Lois could feel the wetness slide down her thigh, inside her tight red pants. It felt like she'd peed her pants. Her ass squeezed the hard phone, and she wondered what a cock would feel like up there...but no, she shook her head...and stood up, to make her excuses.

It was a mistake. Lois could feel the juice that dripped down her leg. A part of her told her that she needed to go back into the bathroom, now, and take care of the lust that was building up inside of her before she did something stupid...but if she left right now, she didn't know if she'd find her mark again.