The Erotic Adventures Of Lois Lane
by Ann Douglas
The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes
of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted
by DC Comics. This story is intended for the non-commercial
enjoyment of fans and should be considered a parody . No
copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be made
from the distribution of this story.
The brown tressed woman hit the brakes hard as she
brought her car to a sudden stop at the corner of Bessolo
Boulevard and Reeves Lane, sending her short shoulder length hair
in every direction. After hearing the first reports of the jewelry
store robbery on her police scanner, the Daily Planet reporter had
raced across town at a speed far exceeding the posted limits. A
fact that didn't interest any of the almost fifty officers spread
out in front of her along Bessolo Boulevard.
Their attention was centered instead on the front of
Larson's Jewelry, where, according to the police radio, two gunmen
now held a half dozen hostages following a robbery gone wrong.
Flashing her press pass to the uniformed officer manning the
wooden barricade that kept the curious back, the brunette
scanned the crowd of blue in front of her, looking for someone in
command.
Dressed in the same blue blouse and slacks as the officers
around her, the Police Captain was the smallest person in the group.
Despite that, even to a casual onlooker, there was no doubt that
she was the one in charge
"Captain Sawyer," she said in a strong tone as she
approached, hoping to catch the attention of the commander of
the Special Crimes Unit before one of the other officers directed
her back to where the other reporters had been placed.
Oh hello, Lane," Maggie Sawyer said as she finished her
conversation with her second in command. "I should've known
you'd be showing up before this was all over."
Ten years older than the reporter, Margaret Sawyer had
originally started her law enforcement career in Star City. She
had moved to Metropolis and the MPD following a messy divorce
five years before. It was a testament to her ability that in that
short time she had risen through the ranks to Captain and the
command of the newly created SCU.
Lois took in the tone of Sawyer's voice as she looked at the
Police Captain. Her use of the reporter's last name ignored the
friendship between the two women that had grown out of their
professional relationship. Then again, Lois took the fact that her
first order hadn't been for someone to escort her back to the
press area as a good sign.
"What's the situation, Captain?" Lois asked, keeping her
tone on the same professional level.
"One dead security guard and seven hostages, including four
children," the Captain said as she ran a hand through her close
cropped hair. "We've tried to establish a dialogue with them, but
they say they don't trust anyone in blue. Now they say they'll to
talk to a reporter, but only one that they recognize. I guess
they're worried we'll try to slip in a ringer. Even offered to let
the kids go if we went for it, but so far, I haven't had any eager
volunteers from the esteemed members of the press over there."
she finished with a motion over her shoulder to where the media
was assembled.
"Well say no more," Lois replied, "I may have only been with
the Planet a few years now, but my face has gotten pretty well
known. Enough that they'll know I'm not wearing blue under
brown."
"Lois," Maggie Sawyer said, the tone of her voice changing
to reflect that she was now talking to the woman in front of her
and not the reporter. "These men have already killed one person.
I hope you don't think I expected you to ..."
"We're wasting time, Mags," Lois said, interrupting her
friend. "Let's get those kids out of there."
Captain Sawyer looked into her friend's rich blue eyes and
saw the determination there. For a moment, she was tempted to
turn down her offer, but then she let her professionalism take
over.
"You will be careful, won't you?" Maggie said as she
reluctantly agreed.
"Don't you know me by now?" Lois asked in response.
"I do," the Police Commander said, "that's what I'm afraid
of."
Stepping in front of the long line of police cars that divided
the Boulevard, Lois started walking toward the jewelry store
carrying only her portable tape recorder.
"I'm Lois Lane of the Daily Planet," she called out as she got
to the closed door of the fashionable shop. "You said you wanted
to talk to a reporter."
The door opened in response and a gruff, female voice called
out for her to enter.
For a brief moment, Lois asked herself if she knew what she
was doing. Less than a week from now, she was scheduled to make
the trip of a lifetime as a civilian-observer aboard NASA's new
experimental spaceplane, Constitution, when it landed at
Metropolis Airport as part of the city's Tri-Centennial. Was she
risking the story of her career on a dangerous stunt now?
Lois banished that thought as she remembered the hostages
still inside. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, but she kept
reminding herself that she hadn't gotten to where she was in the
newspaper game without taking some risks. Lois took a last glance
over her shoulder at the protective line of blue uniforms behind
her. Then with a deep breath, she left their relative safety and
stepped over the doorstep.
Her reporter's eyes quickly swept the room, taking in as
many details as she could. The hostages were in a single group
behind the counter at the far end of the store. Standing in front
of them was one of the two robbers, a tall, slim man in his early
twenties. In his hand he was waving an old fashion .38 revolver.
"Inside," the same female voice that had called to her
outside said from behind the door.
Lois tilted her head just enough to get a good look at the
speaker. She was a few inches taller than her own five foot six
and had long dirty blond hair. Heavy set with large, unrestrained
breasts, the woman whose age Lois placed at about thirty,
completed her ensemble of dungarees and a blue T-shirt with a
quite lethal Uzi machine pistol. Instinctively, the brunette knew
that she was the leader of the duo and the most dangerous.
As the door closed behind her, a sudden flush of bile filled
her throat as Lois looked to her left and saw the blood covered
body of the store's security guard. A white haired man in his late
fifties, half his head had been blown off. Deep in her mind, the
twenty-five year old heard her father's voice reminding her how
important it was to remain cool during a crisis.
"Okay, you have your reporter to negotiate," Lois said as
she tried to block out the image of the dead man. "Now lets let
the kids go like you promised."
"Not so fast," the woman whose name Lois later learned was
Phyllis Brown said. "First we make sure that you didn't bring any
surprises."
With that, the larger woman ran her hands up and down
Lois's body, checking for a hidden weapon. Captain Sawyer had
offered Lois a gun to take with her, but she had wisely declined.
After taking a long feel of Lois's breasts through her yellow
blouse, Phyllis abruptly slid her hand up under the brown skirt and
pressed it between the reporter's legs. The sudden pressure of
her fingers against her mound caused the younger woman to loudly
object.
"Tough shit, bitch," Phyllis said as she withdrew her hand,
but not before taking a second feel. "College girl like you probably
had plenty of your sorority sisters put their hands down there.
You could've had a gun down there."
"All right, you had your fun," Lois said, not believing her
claim about the gun for a second. "Now you let the kids go and
we'll talk."
"Don't act like you're in charge here, bitch," the older
woman said as she waved her machine pistol menacingly in Lois's
direction. "It wouldn't take much for you to wind up like that old
man over there."
"Come on, Phyllis," the younger of the two thieves said. "We
said we'd let the kids go if they got us someone to talk to."
"I'd listen to your friend," Lois said, trying to hide the
slight tremor in her voice. "The only chance you have of getting
out of here is to show the Police out there some goodwill."
"What if maybe I don't care about getting out of here,"
Phyllis said as she moved closer to Lois. "What if I'd rather blow
all these miserable assholes away, starting with you?"
"Then I think you'd be right behind me," Lois said defiantly.
"These people are the only thing that's keeping the SCU from
turning you and your friend over there into dog food."
Phyllis laughed, lowering her weapon for the first time. "You
got guts, I'll give you that much," she said to Lois. "I like women
who are fighters."
She stepped away from Lois, leaving her to ponder that last
remark. Phyllis motioned to her companion to let the kids come out
from behind the counter.
"Okay, Jimmy," she said, "Get those brats out of here
before I change my mind."
Her younger partner wasted no time in shepherding the four
children out the front door. Lois watched and wondered what kind
of hold Phyllis had over Jimmy. They didn't look related, so she
had a good guess. He didn't seem as hard a case as she was either,
and the reporter wondered if there was a way she could use that
to her advantage.
"All right, now down to business," Phyllis said as the last of
the kids reached the Police lines. "You got your little notebook?"
she said to Lois.
In response, Lois held up her small micro-recorder. It had
been years since she had used pen and paper. Having a
photographic memory, the recorder was only a back up that made
the legal department down at the paper happy.
Phyllis began to ramble on into the small machine, outlining a
set of outrageous demands that Lois knew the MPD would never
agree to. Especially not since this escalated from a simple robbery
to cold-blooded murder - something which seemed to have escaped
both Phyllis and Jimmy.
"These demands might take some time," Lois said, hoping to
buy Maggie and the SCU a chance to work out a plan of action that
would defuse the situation.
"Well then maybe you can stay here with us," Phyllis said as
she brushed her hand against Lois's cheek, "and you and I can find
a more pleasant way to pass the time."
It took all of Lois's self control not to push her hand away.
Even with the Uzi in her hand, it would be a cold day in hell before
she let scum like Phyllis touch her in such a way. Remember the
hostages, she told herself.
"In fact," Phyllis went on, "since you tape recorded what I
want to say to the Police, I think I'll just let one of these other
people take it out to them. Call it another show of good faith."
A murmur of excitement erupted among the other three
people behind the countertop. Lois knew that she couldn't pass up
the chance to get another one of them out of here. She reached
out and handed her recorder to Phyllis.
"Jimmy, pick one," Phyllis called over her shoulder as she
gave Lois a look that reminded her of a hungry dog being presented
with a bone.
Jimmy turned and looked at the three remaining people.
There was old man Larson, his sales clerk and the woman who had
come in with the children. To him there was no choice, he picked
the woman.
"Now you just walk slow and steady across the street,"
Phyllis said as she handed the tape recorder to the woman. "You
understand me?"
Unable to find her voice, she nodded her understanding.
Phyllis told Jimmy to open the door and let her out.
Lois took a few steps closer to Jimmy and the door. Not
enough to make anyone think she was going to make a run for it, a
futile effort with an Uzi at her back anyway. Just enough so that
she could see what was going on outside.
"You know, Jimmy," Phyllis said as she also watched the
woman through the large plate glass display window. "I got the
impression that the little missy here don't think that the Police
are going to be too impressed with our demands. That they might
not be willing to give us what we want. Isn't that right, little
missy."
"You'd know that better than I would," Lois responded,
thinking that a bad situation was about to take an even greater
turn for the worse.
"It seems to me," Phyllis went on, "that they'd be more
inclined to give us what we wanted if they took us a little more
seriously."
"I think they take you quite seriously," Lois said, motioning
to the prone body of the dead guard.
"Oh that was an accident," Phyllis laughed. "Damn fool
wouldn't drop his gun when I told him to. This time, they'll know
we meant it."
"This time?" a confused Lois asked.
"Jimmy," Phyllis said in a cold, calm voice. "I want you to
shoot that woman walking across the street. Put one right in the
back of her pretty head. We don't need her to talk to the Police,
all we have to say is on that little recorder in her hand."
Twin cold waves flashed through Lois's body. The first
caused by the notion that she could've been the woman out there
in the street, unaware that she had just been selected to die to
make a point. The second from the knowledge that there was no
way she was just going to stand there and let it happen.
"Jimmy, no, you can't," she called out to the weak link
among the two. "You can't just kill her."
"Jimmy, I told you to do something," Phyllis said angrily.
"Now do it!"
Jimmy raised his pistol and aimed it at the back of the
woman's head. He was a crack shot if nothing else. There was no
way he could miss. A long three seconds passed as he hesitated.
Then he dropped his arm, his weapon unfired.
"Goddamn you, Jimmy Nelson!" Phyllis shouted as she began
to raise her own gun and take aim out the window.
Lois saw her opportunity and didn't waste a second of it. An
Army brat, she had been trained in the use of firearms by her
father since before she was even a teenager. In one fluid motion,
she jabbed an elbow into Jimmy's stomach, knocking the breath
out of him. Continuing her move, she grabbed the revolver out of
his hand and turned it in the direction of Phyllis.
On television or in the movies, this was the point where the
hero, or heroine in this case, called out for the villain to drop their
weapon and give up. But this was real life and Lois knew all too well
that things didn't really happen quite the way Hollywood said so.
Without hesitation, her finger closed on the trigger, sending
a lead slug across the room to find a resting place in the center of
Phyllis chest. In reaction, the air exploded out of the larger
woman's lungs and her grip on her machine pistol came loose. By
the time the bang of the shot reached her ears, she was already
dead and didn't hear it.
"Don't you move," Lois said to Jimmy as she turned the gun
in his direction.
The sound of running feet filled the air and within seconds
the SCU filled the store. Two of them relieved Lois of both the
firearm and the remaining live suspect.
"My God, Lois," Maggie Sawyer said as she followed her
assault troops into the store, "what the hell did you think you were
doing?"
It took Lois a few breaths to regain her composure. Then
she told Maggie what had happened and how the young mother was
about to be killed just short of the Police line.
"You still took a hell of a risk," Maggie said, glancing down
at Phyllis's body and feeling an admiration for the accuracy of the
killing shot. "and officially, that's what I'm going to have to say in
my report."
"I don't have a problem with that," Lois replied, knowing
that the powers that be would come down on her friend if she said
anything less.
"Unofficially," the Captain added, the SCU is about to
undergo a major expansion. If you ever want to trade in your word
processor for a badge, I'll be glad to recommend you."
"Thanks, but no thanks, Mag," Lois said as the rush of it all
finally began to wear off. "but what I could use is a drink right
now, or at least after I file my story."
'I'll tell you what," Maggie said. "You call in and file your
story and then we'll go down to headquarters and write my report.
Even though you're not on the Force, we're going to need an
official statement from you on the shooting. After that, I'll take
you out to dinner. Hell, after what you did today, I'll even cook you
dinner."
"You can cook?" Lois asked in surprise.
"Some of us do manage to acquire non-professional skills
along the way," the older woman laughed.
"This I have to see," Lois laughed as well.
"That was a truly awful dinner," Lois said as she stretched
out on the left end of the small couch in Maggie's three room
apartment.
"Really?" Maggie, who was on the right side of the couch,
asked. "I guess that helps explain the second and third helpings
you had."
"Well I didn't want to hurt your feelings," Lois countered as
she raised the small glass filled with amber liquid to her lips. "At
least until I had a chance to raid your liquor cabinet."
Despite the fact that she really didn't drink all that often,
Lois drained the glass in a single gulp. If any day called for a drink,
this one certainly had.
"Insult my cooking and drink my booze, huh," Maggie
laughed as she drained her own glass. The day had been no less
hard on her. "If I had wanted treatment like that I'd have invited
Inspector Turpin to dinner."
Lois laughed as well, picturing the bull moose of a police
officer laying here on Maggie's couch.
"You know, the Department wants me to do a few interviews
with the press," Maggie said, changing the subject. "Get some
positive publicity for the SCU and the expansion."
"Sounds like a good idea. I'd be the first to say you do
great work." Lois replied. " Do you want me to try and arrange
something with the Planet?"
"No, the department already set something up with The
Star," Maggie answered as she refilled both their glasses. "Some
reporter named Toby Raines."
"I've met her at a few functions, she's good.," Lois said as
she took a small sip of her drink this time. "Not as good as me of
course but ..."
"Is anyone as good as you?" the older woman cut her off.
"If there is, I haven't met them yet." Lois laughed.
"Why did I know you were going to say that." Maggie
replied.
"Seriously though, I think you'll like her."
"Do you mean that I'll like her as a reporter," Maggie asked
as she sat up, "or that I'll like her as you're trying to play
matchmaker again."
"Well I don't know from first hand experience," Lois said,
"but a little birdie whispered in my ear."
"Speaking of whispers," Maggie changed the subject.
"What's this I keep hearing about you and Lex Luthor?"
"I've had dinner with him a few times, been to a few parties
he's thrown." Lois answered. "Now all of a sudden he wants to
make me wife number 6, or is it 7."
"And are you going to be?"
"Not planning on it," Lois replied. "Lex is the type of man
who likes to own things. I think the real reason he wants me so
much is that I'm one of the few women he's met that has no
problem saying no to him."
"He's a pretty powerful man," Maggie noted. "A lot of
people say the most powerful man in Metropolis."
"Power isn't everything," Lois said. "There has to be
something more in a man, something special."
"From what I've seen," Maggie said, "I think you're looking
for something more than just special."
"What do you mean?" Lois asked.
"You act like you're looking for some kind of superman,"
Maggie explained.
"A superman?" Lois laughed. "Not likely in this town."
"Well, if only for tonight," Maggie asked as she put her
drink down on the table and moved closer to Lois. "Would you
settle for an ordinary woman?"
"You're hardly ordinary," Lois replied as she met Maggie
halfway and pressed her lips to hers.
As their lips met, Lois felt Maggie's hands press against her
large breasts. The reporter let out a soft sigh between kisses as
Maggie's fingers began to undo the buttons of Lois's blouse. The
touch of her hand against naked flesh caused the younger woman's
heart to beat a little more rapidly.
Even as the yellow material parted to reveal the large globes
beneath, lips and tongues continued to dance against their
counterparts. Probing, caressing, sharing the fire rising in each of
them.
Only when she slid the blouse down Lois's arms did Maggie
finally look down at the lacy white push-up bra beneath. It was
designed more to put the soft mounds on display rather than
restrain them, reminding the veteran officer that Lois liked to use
any advantage to get her story. Well within reason of course. Lois
might give a source a quick look to loosen a tongue, but she hadn't
slept her way to the top.
Maggie reached down to the small clasp between the D-cups
and undid it. The flimsy material came loose in her hands, the
softness of it only exceeded a moment later by that of Lois's
breasts. The ace reporter let out an even louder sigh as strong
hands cupped her mounds.
Lowering her head, Maggie brought her lips to the bright
pink nipples in her hand. Excitedly, she lifted each mound to her
mouth and licked each of them.
"Oh God, Mags," Lois gasped as she felt the older woman's
tongue caress her flesh, "you do that better than anyone else I
know."
As she closed her eyes for a moment, just to savor Maggie's
touch, Lois was reminded what else the woman in her arms did
better than anyone else. The memory brought an anticipatory
warmth between her legs.
With a roughness that excited Lois, Maggie pressed her
hand between the reporter's legs and rubbed her fingers against
the damp panties covering her mound. Lois shifted her body on the
couch to give Maggie better access to her womanhood.
The feel of Maggie's fingers against her mound brought Lois
back to the first time they had made love. It had been a year ago,
on the night she had first interviewed the newly promoted Captain.
Neither of them had expected the interview to end in bed, but
neither had been disappointed at the outcome either.
Lois had been bisexual since her college years, taking what
pleasures life had to offer when and where she could. During her
meteoric rise to prominence, it was all she was willing to let
happen.
Maggie, on the other hand, had come to realize her
lesbianism later in life, after she had married and begun to raise a
family. She had left behind a husband, daughter and career to
start over in Metropolis. Like Lois, she'd let little in the way of
emotional entanglements get in the way of her career.
Despite the difference in their ages, she and Lois were
kindred spirits. Neither thought the other "the one", but both
were more than happy to take solace in each other's arms when
the opportunity arose. So far, this was the third time it had.
Lois felt herself being pressed down on the couch as Maggie
climbed on top of her. Normally, the younger brunette preferred
to be the aggressor in lovemaking, but Maggie was the exception to
that rule.
The two women pressed their clothed bodies against each
other, their mouths and hands continuing to explore the other.
They played for a few minutes more, then separated to rid
themselves of their inhibiting clothes.
Maggie quickly undid her police blue shirt and slacks as Lois
took off her skirt. Footwear and remaining undergarments quickly
followed as each filled with desire.
Maggie was slightly taller than Lois, but had breasts half
her size. Even so, they perfectly fit her much slimmer build. Each
was capped by a small, bright pink areola. Between her legs rested
a thick bush of dark brown hair.
In contrast, Lois kept her own mound tightly trimmed to the
point where it was almost teen like in appearance. Lifting her
hands to her heavy breasts, the twenty-five year old played for a
moment with her thick nipples. An appreciation of which was
clearly evident in Maggie's eyes.
Again taking the lead, Maggie pulled Lois to her and kissed
her hard, her hands replacing Lois's around her large mounds.
Excitedly, Maggie lifted one mound at a time to her mouth once
more, taking the thick nipples between her lips.
As she sucked at Lois's bounty, Maggie's free hand returned
again to the soft spot between Lois's legs and this time,
penetrated her with two of her fingers. An action Lois was quick
to duplicate on the Police Captain.
Lois also took the opportunity to orally caress Maggie's
mounds as well. They might not have been as spectacular as her
own, but from the passion she drew from them it was obvious that
she didn't care about that in the least.
The pace of their lovemaking increased as Maggie again
showed her dominance and pressed Lois face down on the hard
wood floor. The taller woman climbed on top of her and began to
massage her way down the length of Lois's body.
Her strong hands caressed the soft flesh, starting at her
shoulders and quickly coming to rest at the supple cheeks of her
ass. Maggie spread Lois's legs and lifted her slightly off the floor.
Just far enough to give her free access to the reporter's
womanhood.
Wasting no time, the short haired woman pressed her tongue
deep within her lover, quickly producing a series of quick reactions
within Lois's body. Loving women might have come later in life for
Maggie, but she had more than made up for the late start with a
natural desire to give pleasure.
Resounding waves of delight fluttered across Lois's body as
she felt Maggie's tongue and fingers stroke her most sensitive
spots. Her heart began to race once more, mirroring the warm
rush that was causing her body to begin to gently quiver.
Taking hold of Lois's legs, Maggie flipped the reporter over,
giving her even greater access to her now saturated mound.
Without missing a beat, she continued her ministrations, pushing
the younger woman closer to the edge of bliss.
Feeling Lois's body beginning to erupt, Maggie grabbed hold
of her cheeks and held her even tighter. Waves of pleasure
washed over Lois as an orgasm of spectacular proportions burst
from within her.
Maggie held her tight, not releasing her hold until the
younger woman's climax was totally spent. Savoring the results of
her orgasm with almost as much enjoyment as it had been for the
recipient.
Almost was something that Lois wasn't about to let Maggie
settle for. As soon as she caught her breath, Lois switched their
positions and went to work on Maggie with an equal if not greater
intensity.
One thing she had gained from her hard driving father that
she had always appreciated was the motivation to be the best at
everything she did. While she was sure orally pleasing another
woman was hardly one of the things Captain Sam Lane had in mind
when he offered that advice, Lois had made certain in the years
since that if she couldn't be the best, she would be close enough
for no one to be able to complain.
Maggie's body began to quake as Lois's had as the reporter
licked and sucked her excited clit with a fevered intensity. The
rich aroma of the older woman's excitement filled Lois, acting as
an aphrodisiac and driving her even harder.
Maggie cried out loudly as an orgasm deeper than that she
had given Lois filled her. Her slim body twitched spastically as she
threw her head back. Maggie's thighs contracted and her legs
wrapped tight around Lois's head. A distraction that Lois ignored
as she continued to massage her lover with her tongue, coming to a
stop only long after the last of Maggie's violent tremors had
subsided.
The two women lay naked and intertwined on the hard wood
floor, enjoying the slowly cooling press of each other's body.
There was no need for artificial words of endearment, they were
beyond such superficialities. Each had given the other exactly
what she needed, under conditions that both could accept.
It would be nice, they would both admit, if there could be
something more. Maybe someday, each would be lucky enough to
meet "the one". If that day ever did come, both would be happy
for the other. After all, that's what real friends wanted for each
other.
"Oh shit," Maggie said as the small beeper still clipped to
her belt began to chime. "Can't I even get one full night to spend
with someone."
Lois smiled as Maggie untangled herself and retrieved the
beeper. Despite what her lover said, she knew they were only
words. Like in her own case, career always came first.
"What's up?" Lois asked.
"Duty calls," Maggie said as she picked up the phone and
quickly dialed a number.
Lois had to fight her instincts and not try to overhear the
brief phone conversation. That was one of the rules their
friendship was based on. Lois would never use information gained
through personal intimacy.
"Meet me outside in fifteen minutes, Dan," Lois heard
Maggie say just before hanging up the receiver.
"I'm afraid that you'll have to let yourself out, Lois,"
Maggie apologized. "I just have time for a quick shower."
"No problem, I heard," Lois replied as she began to gather
her own clothes off the floor.
She was thankful that her own car was parked right outside
the building because a quick whiff told her that she needed a
shower as well. Dressing quickly, she headed for the door in order
to be gone before Maggie's ride showed up. The Police Captain
might not hide the fact that she slept with women, but it was
better for all if people didn't know which women they were. A lot
less complications that way.
"Oh and Lois," Maggie said before she vanished into the
bathroom. "If you do happen to find a superman when you go up on
the Constitution next week, be sure to ask him if he has a sister.
In fact, I'd even settle for a cousin."
"Yeah, right," Lois laughed before closing the apartment
door behind her. "I'd have to go into outer space to find the guy
that's going to get me to settle down."
END
(c) Ann Douglas 2001
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