Cutting Lines

Lois Lane strode over, feeling a little bolder with some "protection" in place, to see what her new "friends" were up to.

Maria and Aisha looked up and smiled as "Joanne" joined them.

"All good, girlfriend?" the black transwoman said.

"Five out of five," Lois smiled back. "What are we doing?"

Aisha stepped back...and Lois felt her heart sink a little, though she was professional enough not to let it show on her face.

There was a little round compact mirror, sitting on the counter. A credit card. And three neat little lines of white powder. Maria had rolled a tube out of a dollar bill. She handed it to Lois.

"Go on," the barmaid urged. "You first."

"Joanne" couldn't refuse. Her heart was beating hard against her chest as she took the proferred tube.

Just be cool, Lane, she told herself. You need to get in with these people. One little hit of **** won't hurt you. Just make absolutely sure you never do it again.

She knelt down, just like in the movies. Held one thumb over her right nostril, lined one end of the tube up to her left. The line couldn't have been two inches long, but Lois knew that didn't matter. This was going to fuck her up.

Just a little speed or something, Lois told herself, wishing she'd thought to ask what it was. The women were watching her expectantly...a good little party girl wouldn't turn down free ****, would she.

Sharp inhale, white powder sucked up automatically into the rolled paper tube, moving it along. The burning in her nose was instantaneous, and almost as fast replaced with numbness. Lois felt the powder moving back inside her head, dusting the back of her throat...

...and in less time than it took to tell, the deed was done. Lois stood up, fingers pressing at her nose, handing the tube back to Maria. She took a step back, blinking. It wouldn't take long to come on, whatever it was, and she could feel the numbness spreading.

"What is it, anyway?" she asked, pinching her nose.