Do You Want More?

The dickgirl leaned over Lois, pushing her cock in deep. Instead of slamming it back and forth, now she held the reporter captive against the desk, grinding her hips forward, until the edge of the desk began to cut into Lois Lane's thighs.

The reporter didn't care. She had never been fucked this hard, this deep before. The pain was there, sure, but it was a ragged edge kept at bay by coke and booze. She was living in the moment, pussy still spasming as the last orgasm petered out, and beyond belief she still felt horny as fuck, like she could keep going and fuck all night.

"Uh...uh..." Lois Lane felt a powerful urge to sneeze, but held it in.

"You take it well," Angelica Blaze whispered to her. "And you like your nose candy. Do you want more?"

Intellectually, Lois knew she should say no. She wasn't sure how much she had taken or what her limit was, but her heart was beating like a butterfly right now and she knew she needed to calm down. All she had to say was that one little word. On the other hand she was undercover...what would a party girl say?

"Y-yeah," the reporter moaned. "That would be really...fucking...great."

"I can give you more," Blaze whispered, pushing her hips harder, and now Lois felt her pussy extra warm and wet inside, and wondered if the dickgirl had actually just cum inside of her. "But you have to do something for me."

Lois sniffed. She still couldn't feel her nose, but there was a drip or something there, like the start of a cold.

It's the coke, Lane. She told herself. Fucking with your sinuses.

"What's uh...what's that?" She asked.

"I need you to fuck for me," Blaze pulled her cock out, and Lois felt her knees wobble as she slid over the edge of the desk. Something warm slid down her thigh, and the reporter didn't think she'd wet herself.

"Like...a prostitute?" Lois asked, then winced, wondering if she shouldn't have used "whore."

"Think of it like going on a date. Except instead of keeping him in suspense at the end of the night, you're a sure thing."

Lois panted, heart still beating wildly. She could feel the pressure in her temples, blood pressure dangerously high. Maybe three hits so close together was too much. Grabbing the edge of the desk, she pulled herself to her feet, reaching for the drink. It burned, slightly warm and acid down her throat, but the **** would help calm her down...

She set the glass down. "You uh...you make this offer to a lot of women?"

Blaze sat on the couch now, legs spread wide. Her dick was soft now, hanging between her legs like a great fat slug. The reporter's mind was still spinning, thinking of the missing women. Pimping co-eds out, paying them with ****...it was a solid story. Yet now that her instincts were aroused, Lois suspected there was more...and she had to get in touch with the women, somehow.

"Only the ones that look like they want a good time, and can handle it." The dark eyes stared out at Lois, a terrible challenge. "If you're not interested, we'll just call that a freebie. But if you want a little more..."

As if by magic, a tiny waxed paper bag of white powder appeared between Angelica's long tapered fingers. It was the size of a detergent pack for a dishwasher. Lois rubbed her nose a little, realized it, and stopped.

"Say I'm interested," Lois shot back, trying to keep in character, knowing that if she came back here tomorrow she might be hooked for good. I have to get whatever I can out of her tonight.

"What would I have to do to earn another taste tonight?"