To Cheetah's Secret Hideout

The naked reporter was half-dragged through the maze of sheets and the rooms they defined. Cheetah seemed to know where she was going, slashing her way through the red sheets like Bart Simpson with a chainsaw cutting a short cut through a hedge maze. Along the way, they leaped, tripped over, and skirted around dazed and **** women, couples sucking and fucking...and emerged, at some point at another door, which led to some sort of underground car park...and then they were out on the streets of Metropolis.

Lois Lane's cheeks burned as she wrapped a hastily-grabbed scrap of red sheet around her naked body as the bleeding cat-woman led on. The reporter huffed and puffed, struggling to keep up as they twisted this way and that down back alleys, but she was smart enough to recognize what Cheetah was doing: doubling back, covering their tracks, leaving false trails...and finally, picking Lois Lane up bodily in her arms, the cat-woman did a standing leap over a wall at a dead-end alley and landed on a fire escape.

"Open the window," Cheetah huffed, and Lois reached out to lift it up. Reporter and cat-woman stepped through into a sparsely-furnished apartment. There was a bed, a laptop, a flat-screen television mounted to the wall, a fridge, microwave, and sink visible in the kitchenette, but no personal touches, no art, no photographs.

Cheetah left bloody footprints on the bare wooden floors as she made her way to the bathroom, claws clicking gently with ever step. Lois closed the window and studied her new environment closely. A million questions ran through her mind...ninjas, ****, missing women, a brothel, Cheetah herself...wondering desperately how all these things tied together.

From the bathroom came a hiss of pain.

Lois tip-toed in, still holding her scrap of torn curtain in place, to see that Cheetah had stripped off what could generously be described as her costume. A first-aid kit was open on the floor at her feet, but the agile villain was contorted, licking at a cut just above her mons. Lois saw that the pale, tawny fur of Cheetah's breasts did not quite hide her nipples, but they were big enough to be getting in her way.

"You shouldn't lick that. The human mouth has so many bacteria," Lois let the scrap of red cloth fall as she went down on her knees and tugged a tube of anti-bacterial cream and a Q-tip out of the first aid kit. "Here, let me..."

Cheetah's ears flattened against her skull and she glowered at the reporter, yellow eyes suddenly dangerous...and then she sighed and relented, unfolding herself to let Lois get at the cut. The fur around it was already matted with blood, though it didn't look very deep.

"So," Lois said as she carefully squeezed some jelly onto the Q-tip and brought it to the wound. "Ninjas?"

"Ninjas," Cheetah growled softly...and then she explained.