Booze & Makeouts

Lois Lane's nipples hurt. Her clit hurt. She was pretty sure she was still bleeding. Reaching for the bottle probably wasn't the best idea. That vodka was warm, with that slightly greasy mouth-feel that came from the stuff that wasn't top shelf. It burned as it slid down her throat, and hit her stomach like a bomb. Maria let her swallow three times before she gently pried the bottle away.

"Here," the brown-haired young woman said. "Something I want to try."

The reporter blinked and sat very still. She wanted the **** to do its thing, numb the pain. Lois felt very far away from where she had been when she started this night. Her investigation felt off the rails, and it was all she could do to keep her hands off her aching newly-pierced bits.

I should be at home, with ice and iodine and...

Maria took a long swig from the bottle, but didn't swallow. Instead, lips pursed, cheeks bloated like a puffer fish, she turned to Lois...and the reporter realized what she intended to do only a moment before those lips pressed into her own.

Fingers pincered the reporter's nostrils shut. Lois knew why...opened her mouth anyway. Let the vodka and saliva flow between them, the excess dripping out of the corners of their mouths. Instinctively, Lois Lane swallowed, tasting Maria's spit, feeling the young woman's tongue slide into her mouth, and the reporter wasn't exactly against that either. Their tongues played, and Lois felt her lungs start to burn...

Maria broke the kiss and released the reporter's nose, leaving Lois gasping in air.

"How do you feel?" The young woman asked.

"My clit hurts," Lois said, not sure what else there was to say.

"Vodka should help with that. Although if you want it to hit faster..." Maria gave a sneaky smile. "You could butt-chug it."

Lois frowned. Her stomach roiled. Between her first couple of swigs and the kiss, she'd taken in more **** in a few minutes than she usually had all night. But her pierced parts were really hurting.

"Your colon absorbs **** fast. You'll get super-smashed." Maria said as she held up the bottle, only a couple inches left in it. "And I've got the perfect lubricant."

The reporter licked her lips. **** enemas weren't anything she'd ever considered since her wildest university days...but a part of her was curious, and a part of her was willing.

Which is how, a minute later, she found herself on her hands and knees on the filthy mattress, ass in the air.