We Fuck!

"Yes," Lois Lane said, nodding in agreement before her brain processed Kallisto's words. "Of course, wait, what?"

Yet it was too late. The barechested bartender hefted the reporter over her shoulder like a sack of meal, and Lois Lane watched the faces of the crowd as she was carried away—noting that the next challengers were already taking their place, and bets were being placed.

A fight club, Lois thought, frowning to herself. Okay, I can see how the missing women might have been drawn into that, but what keeps them here? Why haven't they gone home?

Lois was still wondering that when Kallisto passed through a curtain into another room. The reporter looked around...it looked like a kind of massage parlor, with a hard stone table in the middle, shelves containing jars of oil and stacks of towels, even a large stone basin filled with water. The reporter frowned. It wasn't like something in a modern building at all...yet before she had time to formulate a question, the reporter was shrugged off the shoulder into the muscular woman's arms, and a moment later the reporter's ass was sitting on the hard edge of the table.

"Kalli..." the reporter's voice was cut off as hot lips pressed against hers. The reporter was aware, now, of how close Kallisto was, the bulk of her body, the heat of it. Big hands roamed over the reporter's body, tugging at clothing...and Lois, still trembling in the aftermath of the excitement of her fight, felt a certain giddiness as her shirt was peeled off, bra snapped, and then strange breasts were pressed against hers.

As Kallisto's fingers dug into the reporter's waistband and she peeled off the tight red pants, the bigger woman grinned at Lois.

"Good fight gets me all excited, yes? You too?" The eyes bored in on Lois, strangely intense. Something glimmered in the depths...and suddenly a memory burst forth from the reporter's ****.

Growing up with a father in the Army, Lois had seen her share of military bases and troops. Had seen troops in combat drills...boxing matches. She remembered seeing some of the women, well-muscled and fit, jogging along the roads every morning and night, sometimes at lunchtime too. While Lois had never considered herself a lesbian, she had always admired their form...and now it came back to her with startling clarity, one occasion when she came back from college, watching the new recruits in a combat drill. The heat had been intense, the women dripping with sweat in their protective gear as they went at each other with pugil-sticks...faces flushed, nostrils flaring...and Lois had felt a strange heat flow throughout her body. The same heat she felt now.

Kallisto cupped the reporter's mons with her hand, squeezing it gently as she peeled off Lois Lane's pants with her other hand. There was a lopsided grin on the bartender's face.

"It gets you wet, yes? You have the warrior spirit. I must taste you..."