An Entire Football Team...By Herself

Angelica Blaze smiled at her as she poured the baggie out on a little square of glass on the dresser.

"I'm giving you a little more than usual," she said, cutting the lines with her little knife. "The other girls backed out. So you'll be entertaining the gentlemen alone."

Lois Lane swallowed heavily, seeing the **** in front of her. She really wanted this, and she hated that.

"Why did the other girls back out?" She asked, as Blaze rolled up a hundred-dollar bill.

"Your...guests...are the Metropolis Metros. They just won the game. The ladies were supposed to be entertainment. But they lost their nerve. Honestly, I don't know if they're quite cut out for this business..."

Lois accepted the green tube. Her stomach sank. She felt like shit. The girls weren't even here, and Blaze was expecting her to take on an entire professional football team by herself. Everything inside the reporter said that she should just cut her losses and back out.

"...but you won't disappoint me, will you? After all...I can be very generous. And I have enough on hand to sate the appetites of five party girls." The dickgirl held up a sandwich baggie full of white powder. Lois Lane's eyes widened. It was more blow than she had ever seen in one place in real life.

"Now be a good girl," those dark eyes drilled into the reporter's own. "Take your medicine. Then go out there and show those boys how much Metropolis appreciates them."

For a moment, Lois was going to walk. Her muscles tensed. She felt like puking. Every ache and pain in her body seemed sharper right then. Head pounding, stomach heaving, the night an entire fucking loss with no way to salvage it. The missing women were **** out whores and even they couldn't be bothered to be here.

Why not, Lane? She told herself, little devil in the back of her mind egging her on. You've already come this far. You're not getting the story so...why not? Go have fun! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, isn't it? When you're old and grey you'll look back and smile at the time you let a bunch of linebackers run a train on you. So go ahead. Do it!

Before she could change her mind, under Blaze's watchful eye, Lois bent her head and snorted. The powder was chopped fine as flour, and she almost sneezed twice, chasing it around the plate. The momentary burning pain was chased away by the spreading numbness, all the way down to the back of her mouth.

Lois Lane threw her head back, snorting gently and swallowing...held her breath and counted to ten...twenty...and saw as much as felt her eyes start to dilate, the world growing brighter, the aches and pains recede, her heartbeat picking up. She smiled at Blaze, who smiled back, the sinister little half-smile. Let the dickgirl take her arm and guide her...

The club was empty of its regulars. Only muscular men, fresh from the locker room, drinking and laughing. At least forty, maybe as many as fifty by her quick headcount. The whole team was...what, fifty-three?

Some would have stayed back, wives and girlfriends... Lois thought.

She stepped into the room and the chatter stopped. All eyes on her. Hungry eyes. Lois felt her crotch damp and ready. Blaze was behind her, hands on her shoulders.

"Alright boys," she announced. "Here's your entertainment! Come and get her!"

Suddenly, Lois Lane was very, very glad of the spreading numbness. There was no going back now.