Rescue Me

In the dark, her fingers found his chest, smooth and hairless, the wide pectoral muscles hard beneath the soft skin. She could feel his heart pound fast, in time with the throbbing of his dick...which slowly slipped out of her.

"We could...go back to my place," she said. "I'm sure you'll be ready to go by then."

"Lady, you are crazy," he said.

Lois played her trump card.

"I'll let you fuck my ass."

Arcs of lightning sizzled up Static's fingers like a Jacob's ladder, lighting their way. Lois found her clothes. They moved through dark hallways. One door led to a dressing room, where the young black man found a pair of loose grey sweatpants and some white sneakers that fit him. Upstairs, the music had died down, and people in the darkened bar were trampling one another to get to the exits. The reporter clung tightly to her black lover's arm as they made their way out into the streets of Metropolis.

"Do you really have a girlfriend?" She asked, once they were outside.

"I mean...I've dated a few women..." he said.

Lois clung onto his arm as she led him toward the corner, her eyes on the lookout for a taxi. She wasn't sure why, but her body felt hot...feverish...and that spot where the implant was practically throbbed. Her pussy was squelching with every step. It was all the reporter could do not to rip Static's clothes off and fuck him right there in the street.

"Well, you've got one now," she said, and hailed a yellow cab. "Great Caesar's ghost, but I need you..."

He shook his head as she dragged him into the cab. "I think maybe we should go to S.T.A.R. Labs miss..."

"Lois. Lois Lane," she said. "And the only place your cock is going is inside me!"

"...you're not acting right. I think maybe they did something to you..."

Her hand dived down his pants and grabbed his dick.

"Come on," she said. "I can't...I can't wait..."