A Mix of Cocaine and Something Else

"Just some coke...and a little something extra."

Lois Lane sniffed several times and wiped at her nostril. She wasn't sure exactly what she had just snorted...it could have been milk powder or crushed Adderall pills...and Maria and Aisha were doing the same thing, Aisha carefully collecting whatever powdery residue was left on the mirror and rubbing it into her gums.

The reporter didn't have to wait long. Snorting tended to bring highs on faster. She shuddered as bright, intense giddiness filled her head. Lois struggled to put into words how suddenly ecstatic she felt...heart pounding, body bursting with energy. A sort of numbness was spreading across her face, the reporter tapping her nose and unable to feel the touch of her finger, as though the nose belonged to someone else. Between her legs, her pussy suddenly throbbed...

"Yeah, that's the good shit," Aisha said. The transwoman fluttered her skirt.

As swift as it had come, the brightness seemed to fade from Lois. The reporter shook her head. It had lasted only seconds...but there was a lingering energy. Her every movement seemed easier, more fluid. Unknown aches and pains had vanished. Lois felt ready for anything.

"I don't know about you bitches," Maria said. "But I could seriously go for some dick."

"You said it," Aisha said. "Let's go downstairs and get some drinks, see if there's anyone worth fucking."

Lois smiled. That sounded like a good place to hunt for clues. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling the pulsing warmth. Intellectually, she knew that this feeling was artificial, the effect of the cocaine...and whatever else they had mixed it with. Lois hoped it wasn't anything too strange or potent...she was so unfamiliar with the effects of **** on her own body, that Lois wasn't sure she'd even recognize what was going on.

Game face on, Lane, she told herself as she followed the women out of the bathroom. Remember, "Joanne" is a party girl, just interested in ****, drink, and dick!

Little did Lois Lane know, however, that the "little something extra" in the white powder she snorted would shape the rest of her evening.