A Warning To The Curious

On her knees, wiping her mouth, the dealer's hand moved—under the table where the other two couldn't see it—and offered a small package to offered a small, familiar package to Lois. Her eyes widened in the darkness as she realized what it was, and took it quickly, gratefully. She pocketed her little "extra" and quickly finished exiting underneath the table.

"If you girls are looking to head downstairs," the dealer advised. "You might want to make a pit stop. Last time I checked, restrooms were...out of order."

"Thanks, man," Aisha said, bending over to give him a peck on the cheek. "We'll see you later, okay?"

Together, the three women proceeded to the restroom. Maria and Aisha immediately opened the baggie of **** that the Dealer had slipped them, but Lois excused herself and grabbed a stall...the better to inspect her prize.

She pulled it out and her heart leaped. A diaphragm. The carton was a little squashed, like maybe it had been opened, but the rubber cup was intact in a cellophane wrapper, and there was a small bottle of spermicide to boot.

Careful not to make too much noise, Lois ripped off the packaging and glanced at the directions. Pants and panties pulled down to her knees, the reporter carefully applied the clear jelly around the rim of cup. Without bothering to wipe her fingers, she reached down and pushed her labia apart.

Now...for the tricky part.

Lois hadn't used a diaphragm in years. In high school, her father wouldn't allow it, and ever since college she'd found condoms more practical, those few times she had sex and wasn't on the pill. But during university...when it seemed like sex was always around the corner, and condoms sometimes scarce...she'd had herself fitted for a diaphragm, and used to wear it quite a bit.

It isn't hard to put them in, she thought, squeezing the rubber cup and slipping it into her channel. It's getting them up there.

The reporter winced as she pushed the cup in deep...deeper yet, as far as her fingertip would reach...maneuvering it so that it would be pushed up all the way to her cervix, to seal off her womb. She could feel the thing expand back into shape, the comforting but slightly uncomfortable presence deep within her constantly reminding her of its presence. It might not have been fitted, but it fit. That's all that matter.

Whatever else happens, Lois thought as she pulled her pants up. At least I won't get knocked up tonight.

She emerged from the stall to see what her two "girlfriends" were up to.