What Have You Got?

Lois heard the words come out of her mouth, and was surprised to hear her own voice, so much huskier—and surprised too that she meant it. The surge of hormones from exposure to the red kryptonite, she supposed, not wanting to follow that line of thought much further. Didn't want to think about what she would actually be like, when she was this age in real life. An unmarried reporter, empty nesting it. Lois looked up at the image of herself on screen. I still had the goods. It isn't too late...but too late for what?

The door to the room opened, and Lois turned to see two individuals enter the room. Both were naked, except for a kind of black mask or hood that entirely covered their head and face, which tied into a kind of collar around their necks.

The first was a woman—young and fit, a little shorter than Lois, with bronze skin that didn't look like any visit to a tanning salon, but long days out of doors. Her breasts reminded the reporter of her own—or at least, the ones she had only moments ago: teardrop shaped, generous palmfuls that sagged just a little, with pink nipples. Her bush was shaved, showing the bare cleft, just a hint of the little button hidden in her pudenda, and her belly was soft and described a gentle curve; the kind that some women carry naturally, and others only get in the first few months of pregnancy. Her ass was her best feature though, a muscular bubble-butt that faded into heavy, muscular thighs. Lois very dearly wanted to watch her do a squat...maybe from underneath...

The other was a man—and perhaps younger than Lois' tastes normally ran. Shorter and thinner than her, with little muscle development, but not in any way fat. Just...a bit weedy, with skinny shoulders instead of the broad chested type she normally went for. Right now, Lois was definitely not feeling normal, however, and her gaze fell for a long time on his cock. They had shaved his pubic hair—if he ever had any—and it served to make a long penis seem even larger on his thin frame, the tip swaying gracefully to mid-thigh when he moved, the bare balls pink against his pale legs.

Instinctively, Lois licked her lips...and wondered whether this should be called kougar kryptonite.

"Both of them are available for immediate service," Mercy's voice came over the speakers without even a hint of a leer. "Customer satisfaction is our primary consideration."