Chapter 17 by Zeebop

Blaze Has A Question For Lois. What Is It?

Do You Want Something Harder?

Lois felt jittery, preternaturally alert. Her thoughts were racing, coke pushing the soreness of her fresh-fucked pussy away. Already she was thinking ahead. Harder than cocaine? What could it be? Crack? Meth?

Angelica Blaze pulled out of Lois. The reporter lay across the desk, her pussy feeling wet and sloppy. She could feel the jizz inside of her and knew that she should push it out, but didn't want to make a mess on the carpet.

The dickgirl opened a drawer on the desk and revealed a very modern-looking safe. Tapped in a combination and opened it. From her vantage point, the coked-up reporter could see orange plastic bottles of little pills.

"There's plenty of street **** in the world," Blaze said. "Take you to the limits of what mere mortals can experience. But for those in the know...with the means...you can go beyond that."

"Superdrugs," Lois said, eyes wide. She had heard about those, though mostly rumors. Street-level versions of the **** that some superheroes used to pump themselves up. Venom for superstrength, Velocity 9 for superspeed. Most people couldn't find them, much less afford them. Very rare, and very expensive...

"You know why a lot of supers are sexually frustrated?" Angelica told her. "Most human woman can't take it. One super-strong thrust and their cock punches through a cervix, off to the emergency room. But with these..." She shook a pill bottle. "...well, they could have a lot more fun with a superwoman. Do you think you'd like to try that?"

"Yes!" Lois said, the word out of her mouth almost before she realized she had made the decision. She reached for the pill bottle, but the dickgirl drew it out of the would-be superwhore's grasp.

"Ah ah ah," Blaze smiled. "There's a price. This stuff isn't cheap. If you want a taste, you're going to have to work it off."

Lois paused. Was she really willing to whore herself out for a taste of superdrugs? Her eyes remained fixed on the bottle. If the cocaine felt this good...

"Okay. Who's the client?"