Epilogue: Deep Dick

"Good work, Lane!" Perry White, editor of the Daily Planet huffed in approval.

"Thanks, Chief," Lois Lane said with a smile. She'd been putting in the hours lately, and it showed. She walked out of the office, the knee-length skirt swishing about her thighs. It should have been tighter, to show off her gams, but the reporter had been losing a bit of weight lately. Nothing wrong with being thin...but Lois knew that it wasn't just a matter of diet and exercise.

She gave a little sniff as she got back to her desk. Clark Kent was there.

"Lois," he said with a smile.

"Smallville," she gave him a smile, but it felt brittle. Something was off between them now. An uneasiness, a formality or stiffness. She couldn't put a name on it, but it was there in every interaction. She reached past him to grab her purse. "Hope you don't mind, I was just headed out."

"To meet your secret source?" His eyes narrowed.

Jealousy, Lois realized as she read the emotion in his features. But is it professional...or personal?

Lois let her smile relax into something a little nastier. "We all have to keep the wolf from the door somehow, Clark. I don't ask where you get your leads."

"It's not that..." His face went open an honest for a moment. Concern in those big blue eyes behind the black plastic-framed glasses, one stray lock of hair falling across his forehead in an S-curl. "I'm just concerned who you might be getting into bed with these days."

Anger flared bright and hot. Lois thrust her finger up under his nose, her voice pitched low and threatening.

"I'll bed whoever I damn well please, Clark Kent!"

She shook with righteous rage...and realized, only too late, what she had just admitted to.

"Lois..." He said, a head taller than her and twice as broad at the shoulder, his voice soft. "...you're bleeding."

The reporter felt something warm touch her upper lip. Without a word, she reached into her purse and snatched a wad of tissue and pressed it to her nostril. Of all the time...

"I have to go," she said, and did. Turned heel and walked away, heart pounding.

The mirror was bright and clean. The powder was a little flaky, and Lois gave it a few more chops with the edge of the credit card as Blaze peeled her panties off. The reporter was on all fours in the back of the limousine, utterly focused on the small pile of **** in front of her. Her dealer...lover...her Deep Dick rubbed a hard cock up between the cheeks of her ass.

"You should eat more, sweetmeat," Angelica Blaze said. "Put some meat on these bones. You know what stimulants do to the metabolism. Why don't you let me take you out for dinner tonight?"

"That's..." snrrrt "...not the deal."

Lois Lane shuddered as the first line hit her. White fire seemed to burst inside her skull, nose instantly numb. Behind her, Blaze was rubbing the head of her stiff cock against the reporter's cunt. Without asking permission, she pressed it in...and Lois let out a little moan.

They could fuck all night, on coke. Sometimes did. Lois had been on the toilet the morning after, and been surprised to see blood in the dark amber piss in the bowl. She hadn't felt any pain...not until the next day, when she could barely walk, and it felt like someone had used her uterus for a punching bag.

The reporter balanced herself on her elbows as Blaze began to pound away, her knees burning as they were pressed into the limousine's carpet, and she began to cut another line.

"I...might need a little more to get me through the week," Lois said. She was breathing heavy, body shaking with the impact as Blaze railed her. Not a gentle lover at all, and even through the numbing haze the reporter could feel cock press hard and deep and fast, the reporter's cunt stretched to its limit already. Lois had started taking to lubing up her cunny before these sessions. She didn't want Blaze to go in dry again.

"We'll discuss it over dinner," Blaze said with utter finality, and Lois shrank inside because she knew the dickgirl would have her way. "I want to see you eat every bite, clean your plate, and then crawl under the table and suck my cock."

Shivering with something other than cold, heart pounding, Lois lowered her head back to the mirror. She caught a glimpse of herself now, the straw in one bloody nostril as she lined up the end with the line of Peruvian flake.

I can do this, she told herself. Just get a little extra, a little bit to tide me by, and maybe I can wean myself off, and...stop using...

Snnrrrt.

The thoughts burned out of her head as wild confidence rose inside of her. Hands clamped her ass and pushed and pulled at her cunt, and Lois began to howl as she slammed her hips back to meet it, not caring about the bright twinges of pain as the bid dick hit too deep, too hard. New energy flooded through her. Familiar, bright, never as good as that first time, but still...

"God, I love cocaine," Lois Lane murmured, not sure what she would ever do without it.