It had come to Lois Lane's attention that there had been a series of mysterious disappearances at a new night club in Metropolis. Four women had disappeared from there in the past month without a trace and no-one had seen them since, alive or dead.
She decided to head down there tonight and do a little snooping. Clark was out of town – Superman was off saving the world somewhere – but she was a streetwise reporter and knew how to take care of herself.
She’d have to dress the part. She went into her “disguise” wardrobe and selected a pair of shiny red disco pants, a black spandex crop top, strappy high heel sandals and a short black PVC biker style jacket. She teased her hair into a sexier style and applied more makeup than she was used to.
She checked herself out in the mirror. She looked about ten years younger, and damn hot. She admired the way the tight spandex pants clung tightly to her round ass, the thong she wore underneath ensuring there was no panty line to ruin the effect.
“That’ll do nicely!” She grabbed her handbag and headed out to catch a cab.
The can dropped her in a dark, quiet part of town near the river. The club was a converted warehouse near the docks, and the industrial area of town was quiet at this time of night. The cab sped off and the only sound was the bass faintly bumping from inside the club. A single massive bouncer stood at the door, and he gestured for her to enter as she approached.
Once inside the pulsing music washed over her and she entered the main club area. A crowd of figures was writing on the dance floor in time to the beat. Scattered cages contained scantily clad dancers who moved sensually with the music. She made her way to the bar and ordered a drink, then started scanning the crowd for single men with a predatory look. She had plenty to choose from! As she was checking each one out in turn to see if any looked particularly suspicious, one appeared at her elbow and asked her to dance. She smiled, put down her drink, and followed him onto the dance floor.
In a dimly lit control room deep beneath the club, a figure sat in front of a bank of monitors, showing various scenes from inside the club. As each person entered, they were scanned and their personal details flashed up on screen. But the figure didn’t need any help recognizing Lois.
“My, my! Look who we have here. I somehow doubt the Daily Planet’s ace reporter is here for the dancing! I think she may be poking her nose where it’s not wanted. Or is it?”
The figure pressed a button on a console and spoke into a mike that linked directly to the barmaid who had served Lois. “The women you just served. Make her next drink one of our “enhanced” variety.” The barmaid nodded imperceptibly and went back to serving.
The figure leaned back in its seat and laughed. “Oh, this is going to be FUN!”
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