End: Lois Lane Is Now The Suicide Squad's Official Cum Dump

There was tequila. Marijuana. Cocaine. Cock. Pussies. Cum. Bad jokes. Hard sex.

Lois remembered swapping spit with Harley Quinn as Killer Croc's jizz dripped out of her pussy into a glass of bear, which Lois then drank. Katana shaving off the reporter's pubic hair as the others watched, silent and breathless. Sucking Captain Boomerang's cock as he effortlessly threw bull's eyes into the dart board. Rick Flagg holding her arm steady as she pulled the trigger, making bottles explode...

...which is how the reporter ended up naked, jizz leaking out of her holes, hung over and sniffling, in a three-star hotel.

The short, overweight Black woman had laid out a selection of instant photos of the night. Clear shots of Lois Lane snorting coke. Her pussy stretched on Killer Croc's cock. Smiling and taking cocks in her pussy and ass at the same time. Head buried between Katana's legs. Coughing the marijuana smoke out of her lungs.

Next to it was the contract.

"We're black operations, Miss Lane," Waller said. "Your father was a general, you understand. Deniable assets. Codeword clearance. The men and women under my employ risk their lives doing the dirty jobs the United States government can never acknowledge. Necessary work. They save lives, and they get no recognition for it. They work hard, and they deserve to play hard."

"You want me to be a whore?" Lois said, the exhausted reporter's spine stiffening.

"You already are a whore," Waller said levelly. "Fifty thousand dollars has been wired into your checking account. But, they team likes you. So I am offering you a chance to continue to serve your country. It won't require much of your time—regular physical check-ups, STD and pregnancy tests. You can still be the crusading reporter...but when I call you, you come. Officially, you'll be in the U.S. Army Reserves, on special detached service. Good benefits."

Lois shook her head...and Waller slapped her hand down on the table, hard enough to make Lois flinch.

"Do not shake your head at me, Lane. I am offering you an opportunity—the gilded carrot. You do not want me to bring out the stick. Your life, your career, your reputation can be destroyed without effort."

Waller said it coldly, voice displaying no more emotion than a lizard flicking out its tongue. The reporter stared at the photos. If any of that hit the internet, her career was over. Police would want to ask her about the **** use. If her father or sister saw it...

A tear slid down her cheek. Her head pounded. Her pussy hurt. She was far too hungover for this.

"There is an added benefit, if you cooperate," Waller said. "Your position will come with access to certain sources of information you did not have before. You wanted to find those women who went missing, didn't you?"

Lois looked up, shocked. Not sure how Waller could have known that.

"They were kidnapped as part of a human trafficking operation by Intergang," Waller said. "My task **** could be tasked with breaking up that operation and recovering the victims. You can get an exclusive...or I could direct my task **** elsewhere."

The reporter swallowed. She wanted to spit in the woman's face. Tell her to go to hell. It would have been easier if Waller looked smug, but the woman's poker face gave away absolutely nothing. It was a battle of wills...but Lois could already tell that Waller had set this battle in her own favor. Lois could say no, but what then? What would happen if she didn't say yes?

There was a pen. Lois grabbed it, signed the top sheet. Waller pulled it aside, indicated where else Lois was to sign and initial.

"Thank you Lane. I knew I could count on you. There will be a period of in-processing...paperwork, bureaucracy...we'll get your initial physical lined up. Welcome to the Army."

Waller stood up, gathering the contract and the pen. She didn't bother to take the photos with her.

From the hotel bed, Harley Quinn kicked off the sheets and scratched at her pussy. Dawn was peaking through the blinds.

"Hey, sweetcheeks?" Harley yawned. "You wanna come eat my pussy?"

Waller looked at Lois. The Black woman raised one eyebrow...and the exhausted reporter sighed, then **** on a smile.

"Sure, Harls," Lois said as she slid onto the bed on all fours.

Which is how Lois Lane's night ended, lips locked around a puffy little clit, tongue buried in Harley Quinn's cunny, aching pussy dripping spunk...and her heart sinking as she heard the flush of a toilet, and Rick Flagg stepped out of the bathroom, letting his towel drop as he saw the reporter's ass on display.

Grin and bare it, Lane, Lois told herself. You're in the army now.