A Message Written On The Bottom

There was writing on the bottom of the bottle. Lois Lane hadn't sene it when staring up at it, but staring down through the hole she could see the white letters clearly. Tilting the bottle this way and that, the reporter carefully deciphered the message.

WANT MORE

CUM

RETURN FOR REFILL

The reporter licked her lips, the tingling feeling in her tummy was still there...as was the soreness in her ass and pussy. She wasn't sure what would be involved for a refill, but it felt like a clue. Every journalistic instinct that she had told her there was something going on down there...a sex cult or something...and that it had something to do with the missing women.

"I've already been fucked up the ass like a cheap whore," Lois said, and set the empty bottle down. "And drank a bottle full of cum. What else could happen to me tonight?"

In moments, Lois had washed the bottle and got dressed. A black miniskirt this time, two-inch pumps, a sleeveless black t-shirt that hung rather low to emphasize her cleavage, and a wonderbra to give her some cleavage. The same jacket as before, her smartphone and fake IDs in a wallet...

Lois slid the bottle into an inner side pocket, where the hard glass would bounce against her ribs. She smiled into the mirror as she put her makeup back on, a little heavy. Not enough to look like a whore on the make, just enough to look like a slut on the prowl.

Her stomach rumbled.

A thirsty slut.