Lionel in Clark's body, slammed his fist down on the desk smashing the corner to hundreds of tiny pieces. The computer he was working on displayed a Luthor Corp login with an incorrect password notification.
"Lex... he changed the password," Lionel mumbled to himself. A few moments later Chloe walked into the room.
"What? Was flannel too five minutes ago?" She asked, noticing he was wearing a long sleeved blue shirt rather than his usual plaid shirts.
"Whoa. Who pulled a Paul Bunyan on the desk?"
"It was that way when I got here," He replied, quickly closing the tab.
"Weird."
Lionel got up to leave but before he did a wicked idea came to mind.
"You know, Chloe, I'm concerned about your well-being."
"Oh, yeah? Why is that?
"If Lionel Luthor managed somehow to get out of prison, what do you suppose he'd do, about you, I mean?" He asked as he stalked up to the beautiful young blond.
"Why? Has the Lionel Luthor alert suddenly been elevated to orange? Do you know something I don't?"
"No. But it always pays to be cautious."
"Well, I'm not exactly shaking in my sneakers. I mean, he won't be eligible for parole until he's, like, 112, so..." She drifted off as Lionel became so close that their bodies were almost touching.
"You never know. He could get out sooner than you think," He warned with a sinister smile on his face.
"Yeah, well, I think maybe our quarterback has been sacked one too many times," Chloe laughed it off, masking her true nervousness about them being so close.
"Maybe. I do feel as though I'm looking through a different pair of eyes. I certainly see you in a whole new light."
"What exactly is that supposed to mean?" He slowly brushed his hand down her face before settling on her chin.
"I have to confess that I... I find you absolutely fascinating. It's that twinkle in your eye... your wonderfully sexy smile... and your skin is so..."
"Clark, what are you doing?" Chloe protested although she didn't do anything to stop him.
"What I've wanted to do for a very... very long time." Lionel slowly leaned in and the two kissed.
"Clark what is this?" Chloe asked as she pulled apart. Instead of replying, Lionel just continued kissing her. After a few moments of making out Chloe began to moan, pushing her hips against him. Lionel's hand trailed down her throat, the fingers tracing a line over her breasts.
"No, Clark. Why? I have to know, why are you doing this?" Lionel let out a sigh of annoyance at her constant questioning.
"Because, after all these years I finally know what I want." With that he continued kissing Chloe, who after only a moment's hesitation continued to kiss back. His hand soon went back to Chloe's breast and she gasped when he gripped her shirt and ripped it off.
"Are we really going to do this here?"
"I couldn't think of anywhere better." He then grabbed her bra and ripped it open, exposing her breasts.
"Clark, What's gotten into you?" She asked, as he began kissing her neck and massaging her breasts. A few minutes went by until Lionel put his hands on Chloe's shoulders and began pushing her onto her knees. She briefly hesitated but quickly went down, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants. As she pulled down his pants his huge member nearly hit her in the face.