RED K LOIS

--CHAPTER 3--
STRIP FIRST, SEX LATER

Lois finger's moved up her white top in a fluid motion, pulling at the snaps and ripping them off one-by-one-by-one until the top was completely buttonless. She smiled at the audience, grabbed the pole for a second pulled herself in, shaking her ass at them teasing the clearly visible red bikini bottom. She had no idea what had gotten into herself, but she was enjoying it. With a swift step and release from the pole, Lois released herself to stand in her own space as she seductively pulled back the remaining part of her top making her star and stripes bikini visible.

"YAAAAYYYYYY! TAKE IT OFF!" Clark shouting, drooling and lusting over the sailor stripper.

With her left hand, she removed her hat and tossed it into the audience letting any man that wanted it to catch it. With a shake of her head, her long flowing mane of brown hair stumbled forth and in that instant alone she could feel the eyes of every man focusing on her. With another turn, she stuck her skirt out in the audience as her fingers slid up to the top half and let them drop to the floor, her ass shaking the entire time until she could kick them off towards the backstage. With her back still facing the audience, Lois turned and smiled out at the audience.

Clark grinned wickedly as he came to the realization that he was watching Lois Lane, the biggest pain in his ass, the oil to his water, shaking her fine well defined ass on the stage. One thing was immedately clear: He was going to seduce her and **** her brains out! Lois Lane was going to be his tonight no matter what!

With her right hand, she reached behind her back and unsnapped her bikini top letting it drop in front of her, sliding down her arms.

Clark's eyes were now unmoving on Lois as she continued to gyrate her ass to the entire audience. In fact, he was strikingly silent, waiting for her final move.

Lois turned and revealed her supple breasts to the audience, her pink nipples hardened from the cold of the room, and her ass still shaking. Her hands moved down to her bikini bottom...."Ladies and Gentlemen, the Lovely, Lusty, PAM!!!!!!!!"

Clark shifted back in his seat, relaxed and started to wait.

Lois grabbed her bikini top and slid it back on. She slowed her steps down and eyed those male viewers that struck her attention, winking and flirting with them as she felt the need. Without any thought at all, she felt a hand run along the line of her leg causing her to spin around to find....

Clark smiled at Lois with a grin worthy of a hundred watts or more.
"Can I get a lapdance, PAM?" Clark asked, still running his hand along the soft curves of her leg.
"It'll cost you, Big Boy," Lois said flirting with him, just purely playing into the moment.
"How much?" Clark said, grabbing a hold of her hand and pulling her down enough that they were looking each other directly in the eye.
"How long do you want it to last?" Lois returned with a seductive smile, her tongue running along the fold of her lips.
"How long can you last?" Clark asked back.
"Let me take a seat and we'll find out," Lois said, letting go of his hand and climbing over the chair until she could place her ass right onto his lap. "That's comfortable. You have a treat for me, Clarkie?"
"You're going to have to do more with that fine ass of yours if you wanna find out," Clark said, running his hands along the curves of her skin stopping on her breasts, feeling her hard nipples and toying with them through the fabric. Lois' stopped herself as his fingers started their individual motions on her nipples halting any words from coming out of her mouth. In reaction, all she could was start to gyrate her ass in Clark's lap rubbing against his pants feeling the arising erection as she grinded into him in a fluid motion. She wanted to scream and he wanted to join her but Lois didn't want it to happen here, it had to be elsewhere.
"I like the treat," Lois said, continuing to grind into his erection. "Is there a chance that I can grind into it for real?"
"You can count on it," Clark said, removing his hand from her breasts.
"Meet me in the dressing room in 15 minutes," Lois said, leaning over his chair heaving her breasts in his face.
"15 it is," Clark said removing $200 from his pocket, sliding it into her bikini top.
"Thanks, until then," Lois said, waving bye to him, heading directly back stage.

At exactly midnight, Lana Lang's phone rang waking her from a sound sleep. Chloe was thankfully gone.
"Lana," Lex's voice said into the phone. "I apologize for waking you up but I have some news for you on your boyfriend. Can you meet me in an hour?"
"Yeah, Lex," Lana forced through her still sleepy voice. "Where?"