Attack First

The reporter sucked on the cigarette, felt the warm smoke fill her lungs...despite not wanting to show anything being off, she could feel the first tingling jitters of adrenaline in her fingertips.

Now or never, Lane, Lois told herself as she blew out more smoke. The outline of the naked woman was very distinct.

Fight or flight. Best defense is a good offense.

The coal on the end of the cigarette was a dull orange. Without warning, the naked reporter leaped forward, the burning cigarette between thumb and forefinger. Though she couldn't see the invisible intruder, except vaguely through the cigarette smoke, she could feel the warm naked flesh as her hand closed on a shoulder, expected a hiss of pain as she stubbed out the burning cigarette on the left nipple.

Instead, a tinkle of musical laughter met her, and a stab of something hard poking into her crotch.

Lois stared down in confusion. Through the smoke, she could vaguely make out the outlines of something long and hard...undeniably phallic.

"What the fuck?" She sputtered.

Then invisible hands picked her up beneath the arms and tossed her through the bathroom door.

Lois was on her feet in an instant, dropped into a crouch...but outside of the bathroom, away from the smoke, she couldn't see her opponent. Heart pounding, the reporter's eyes were wide, quickly scanning the room. Her eyes fell on a pack of cigarettes and a box of wooden matches on her bed.

That's...impossible. I don't smoke, Lois said, tasting the smoke in her mouth. I mean, I didn't...

It was a trap. Lois knew it had to be. Who the hell was this person who had invaded her home, and why did she want her to smoke?

"Go ahead Lois," the voice came from the reporter's right, in the direction of the kitchen. "Light one up. It'll help settle your nerves."