Everything

Mercy Graves was staring straight out of the glory hole now...and it was a sight to behold.

Lois Lane had slathered up her left hand, and was slowly pressing it into Maria's asshole. Not all in a rush, as some might do, or one finger at a time, but all at once, thumb tucked under, splitting the barmaid's ass open as slowly and inevitably as Vlad the Impaler had skewered any of his victims. Three fingers of Lane's right hand were pulling down on Maria's cunt, forcing the orifice to gape open, thumb sometimes circling on the clit... and Maria herself was biting her lip, quivering it, taking it all in, millimeter by millimeter...and every time Lois tugged on her vagina she moaned.

Mercy knelt in front of the hole, watching everything, and began to press her own fingers in and out of her dripping cunt, slowly. Lane had a strange determined look on her face, flushed and a little drunk, and Mercy didn't think she was going to stop—not until her hand was all the way in, or she drew blood. And then...well, Mercy licked her lips, then they would see what she would do next...

"Tell me," Lois said, and Mercy could hear the hoarse whisper clearly. "Tell me what you want."

Maria moaned through gritted teeth, as the muscles knotted in Lois' forearm, and the hand slipped a little deeper inside, then froze, to let the barmaid get used to the intrusion.

"More," Maria said, starting to sweat. "Deeper."

"Does it hurt?" Lois was on her knees, and Maria could see a drip from between her thighs, onto the tile floor of the bathroom below.

"Yes!" Maria said, and moaned. "Deeper."

The knuckles of Lois' left hand crested the taut pink rim of Maria's asshole. "Anything you want, you dirty bitch," Lois said with a grin, and this time Mercy could see the reporter shivering with excitement. "If it takes all night..."

Mercy bit her own lip. It was like her own private arcade show. She had never been one for voyeurism, but this was...so raw. The bodyguard could smell the sex in the air. Hear the moans, over the dull muted thump of the music. It was right there in front of her, separated only by a couple feet of air and a thin plastic wall with a hole in it...

...and just that moment, for a fraction of a second, Mercy was sure she saw Lois Lane's gaze flick to the side and lock with her own eyes.