"And don't forget to give his desk a double-dusting," Mercy said. "Remember, it needs to make a good impression."

"Oui, Mademoiselle Mercy." Lois curtsied.

"And get going." Lois squeaked as Mercy slapped her ass and the French maid flounced-off into Lex Luthor's office, her black curls bouncing on her head and her ass jiggling from underneath her short skirt.

Lois was so confused. She'd dressed like this impress Monsieur Luthor so that she could... what? She was a reporter, wasn't she? Why was she cleaning Monsieur Luthor's office and home? Why was she doing whatever Monsieur Luthor and Mademoiselle Mercy told her to do?

Lois leaned forward to run her feather duster across the desk and her tits almost fell out of her tight top.

Something was very strange her, but she couldn't stop.

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