A Major Operation

Angelica Blaze guided Lois Lane through the back door. The reporter was really feeling the cocaine sing through her veins now, her body felt nervous, jittery, exploding with energy...they passed through a storage space of bottles and glassware, paper towels and napkins, and then through another door that looked to be nothing more than a closet...but opened up to a warehouse space.

A dozen naked women in latex gloves and facemasks were seated at long tables, opening cello-wrapped packages of white powder, dried green plant matter, and piles of pills. Busily they carefully went about repackaging the **** into smaller parcels. Lois looked at the women carefully...some of them could definitely be the missing women. There was a short Asian woman with a blue streak in her black hair exactly like Tonya Wong's. If these women were working here, that might explain why they'd gone missing...but were they working here by choice, or **** to it? For such a major operation, Lois hadn't seen any guards or security yet.

"Great Caesar's ghost!" the reporter blurted. It was like the set of Breaking Bad or Scarface. Bales of marijuana were piled up, whole kilograms of what Lois Lane assumed was cocaine, thousands of pills of every size, shape, and color...

"Not bad, huh? I don't normally go in for **** myself, but it's surprisingly lucrative, and that helps fund my real interests."

The dickgirl guided Lois over to one of the bales of marijuana. Sharp fingernails tore open a corner and pulled out a handful, grey and shaggy with THC crystals.

"I'll get this set up for you. Why don't you go into the bathroom and uh, clean up? There's a hose."

Lois caught her meaning, and followed Angelica's nod to the little bathroom. She closed and locked the door, her heart hammering in her chest. This was a major **** operation! And if Blaze was to be believed, it was only the tip of the criminal iceberg.

The reporter wiggled out of her pants. There was a hose...and a spigot...right near the toilet. Fortunately, some kind soul had also included a tub of Vaseline beneath the sink. Lois smeared the end of the hose liberally as she contemplated what she was actually going to do. Her thoughts were racing faster than she could put them into words.

I have to find out what the bigger story is here. So maybe I let her fuck my ass a little. That's okay, right? I'll get to the bottom of this, even if it costs my...bottom.

Lois winced as she carefully pressed the hose against her backside. It wasn't her first enema, but the cocaine was making her hands shake, and the thought of actually getting butt-fucked for a scoop was...well, it went against her normally ironclad ethics as a reporter.

Then again, she'd already snorted coke off a shemale cock. It wasn't like she could just call the police.

With a hiss, Lois felt the hose slide inside. One hand held it there while the other went to the spigot. Cold water gurgled along the rubber tube. Mentally and physically, Lois Lane was preparing herself to take Angelica Blaze's cock up her ass.