End: A Kiss, A Pill, and Something To Focus On

Angie's face drew close. Lois Lane felt the heat from that face...smelled her perfume, like a campfire, earthy touches of soot and ash...and when the other woman opened her mouth, Lois opened hers too. The first pill pressed past the reporter's teeth, and the other woman's tongue pushed it and the second one toward the back of Lois Lane's mouth. Hot fingers touched the reporter's neck, and she instinctively swallowed. The lumps slid down her esophagus and hit the reporter's stomach like a bomb.

Lois gasped, wondering what she had just swallowed—but before she could ask, Angie was already clambering up on the couch. The reporter blinked...and then she was staring at a puffy bald slit, like a peach that had been cut, dripping with juice. Those hot fingers touched the sides of Lois Lane's head, massaging just behind the reporter's ears.

"Come on," Angie said. "Focus on this. Let it work. Just...relax..."

Maybe it was the sound of her voice. The scent of her pussy. The burning lumps dissolving in Lois Lane's stomach. The sharp taste on Lois Lane's tongue as she slid it along that open cleft, into Angie's hot tunnel. The fingers rubbing gently against her scalp. Brain going to mush, no cohesive thoughts, just sensations...the silicone shaft in her pussy, the knuckles rubbing and rubbing at her asshole.

Except now, Lois Lane didn't care. Not about the missing women, not about the Daily Planet, not about anything except this moment, the hot juices running down her throat, the blossoming heat in her chest and stomach, the thundering of her own pulse in her temples, Angie's ass...Lois Lane's hands slid over her ass, feeling every hair on those firm, muscular buttocks, pulling them close so her tongue could slide deeper inside of that cleft.

Lois lived in the moment. A sense of excitement rose in her belly as the fingers worked deeper, her ass slowly giving in...and then...it wasn't like a sudden bursting, not like giving her virginity to some drunken fratboy. Her ass stretched and welcomed the intruder....and then the first was squirming in her colon, the silicone shaft was rubbing her pussy, Angie's cunt was squirming and dripping on her tongue, into her mouth...

Then Lois lost her sense of time. There was only the movement, four bodies tasting, rubbing, fucking, fucking, FUCKING...

Dawn came with a pleasant ache. Naked, on top of her own bed in her own apartment. Lois Lane opened her eyes. Later, during a shower, she would see the bruises, the hickies, the love-bites. Her fingers would explore her still-loose ass, the pussy that had been rubbed raw. She could still taste Angie's cunny, and when she closed her eyes, she could still feel those fingers kneading her scalp.

Except now, doubts assailed her. Memories. She hadn't succeeded in finding the missing women. No coherent memory of the night, of coming back here. Curiosity made her wander into her kitchen...and there, on the table, were her clothes, neatly folded. Her smartphone and wallet on top. And beside them...two pills. Little pink gel capsules...and a note.

CALL ME WHEN YOU WANT MORE.

• ANGIE BLAZE

There were lipstick marks on the card. Lois licked her lips, still tasting that pussy...and her fingers touched the pills.

For the first time in her life, she felt the edges of need. Not just want, not just hunger, but...addiction.

She bit her lip, rolling the pills around. Trembling. Her night out was over...but the taste of it was in her now. A part of her.