Don't Ask

Lois decided now wasn't the time. Better to build a rapport with Maria first, get the barmaid to trust her. Journalistic instinct told her she was onto something big.

"You feeling better, sweet thing?" Maria asked, and Lois nodded. "Yes, thank you. Maybe I just had a little too much to drink."

"Hmm, or not enough. You ever thought about...loosening up more?" The barmaid was nude, drying her long pink-and-purple hair, small pierced tits out and proud. Lois could pick out where the hairs were standing out on her skin—and realized that she felt very comfortable, like this, lounging around naked with another woman. It wasn't like being in a locker room at the gym, it was much more...intimate.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked.

Maria looked at her. It was an appraisal, Lois knew, and almost unconsciously she drew one leg up, exposing her slit.

"There's a party, downstairs. Not like the club outside. This is separate, completely private. Some really intense people looking to have a really good time. They're always open for serious party girls. I think it might be just the thing you need. If you're interested." She tapped her lip. "But I don't know if you're ready for it. I think you might want to expand your horizons a bit first."

Lois focused her attention on Maria. Full stare, to capture and hold those hazel eyes. "I'll try anything once." she said, very distinctly. "Are we talking white or green?"

Then Maria smiled, and fetched something from a drawer. It was a small glass pipe, the bottom of the bowl blackened from long use. "This is called Crimson K." she said. "It's designer. The effect is...unpredictable, highly individual. Opens you up to new possibilities."

The reporter looked in her eyes, and she could tell the woman was telling the truth. There were none of the tells of someone misdirecting, or trying to hide something. Maria was laying it out for her.

The naked woman sat down next to Lois, so their hips touched. A silky smooth spot of warmth that they shared. She smelled...so clean, to Lois, at that moment. Fresh but unscented. All the stink of the bar and the club gone, but no perfume yet.

"So...are you in, or are you out?"