Cocaine

The bartender tapped Lois Lane on the wrist. The reporter blinked, turned. Everything seemed to have a glow about it, a little brighter than before. She noticed what a lovely smile the bartender had. The woman was pointing to the end of the bar.

"The owner says you've earned a little treat!" He said, loud enough to be heard over the crowd. "On the house."

Beside her, Maria and Aisha squealed, grabbing the reporter's shoulders and pushing her onward. Lois staggered for a moment, then found her footing. While she wasn't a lush, she had long ago learned that the trick to being drunk was not to act like it.

Steady voice and steady step, one in front of another, don't forget what you came here for. Lois thought to herself. The owner would be a good contact. I might be able to get some good info out of this. Just need to play along.

The owner wore a long black one-piece dress, surprisingly elegant considering the raucous crowd of women and dickgirls. The neckline dipped almost to her navel, the decolletage showing not much in the way of breasts but taut muscles beneath the skin, the sternum clearly visible, a long and elegant neck leading to a face with a Mona Lisa half-smile. The sweep of the skull was visible, although race was surprisingly hard to place—something Mediterranean perhaps, though Lois had seen lighter black women and darker Italians. Her hair was a long curly black mess that spilled out uncontrolled.

But what caught Lois Lane's attention, in her long walk down the bar, were her legs. The dress was slit up the sides almost to the waist, showcasing long, elegant legs, muscled as a dancer's. The reporter had no doubt that when she moved, the whole dress would move with her, flashing skin...no underwear or bra visible. When the reporter was within a few steps the woman twisted on her stool, knees parting, and Lois wondered if the "treat" wasn't a glimpse of the woman's pussy...

...and then the long, hard length of the erection popped up. Lois stopped cold, the dark cock pointed straight at her, not even trembling. The head was almost purple, swollen and taut, and there was a black band around the base, which was hairless, a pair of heavy balls dangling underneath.

Lois swallowed, not sure what to do...when the owner withdrew a small vial of white powder and carefully poured about three inches of it on her dick, starting right in the middle, careful to keep it away from the sensitive head, where it could be absorbed more easily.

Elegant, tapered fingers held out a small green tube of tightly rolled paper. The reporter was not surprised to see the hints of a 100 dollar bill.

"Go on," the woman purred, accent unplaceable. "You deserve it, after such a show."

Lois smiled, as she knew she was expected to be excited by this show of generosity. Knew too that she had to do it. Not exactly the first time she'd had to do **** while undercover, although never anything this hard. Without hesitating, she took the rolled-up bill and bent over, holding it up to one nostril, a finger over the other.

It's okay Lane, she told herself. One hit won't kill you. Just don't make a habit of it. You've got this.

She held the tube just above the skin of the cock and inhaled sharply, eyes focused on the white powder in front of her, moving the tube down the length of the dick like a vacuum cleaner.

There was a hideous, painful burning, which reached all the way to the back of her throat. The sudden desire to sneeze. The numbness started to come on before she reached the end of the line, and then...

Lois stood up, snorting hard, rubbing her nose. Almost immediately, the reporter felt it take the edge off of the ****, her brain on high alert, every detail sharp and crisp. She could make out individual words in the conversations around her, taste the last lingering remnants of the tequila in her mouth. The excitement of her adventure hit her and the reporter found she wasn't faking her smile anymore, genuinely thrilled to be here, on the hunt.

"Go on," the owner said, her cock twitching once. There was a fine dusting of powder left on the cock. "Rub it on your gums."