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-commercial 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.
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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 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."
