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Date: Wed, 18 Jul 2001 17:10:05 -0400
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The Erotic Adventures Of Lois Lane
       by Ann Douglas
        (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

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-commerical 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.


Part One

       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's 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?"
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