FUCK YOU

Maria was watching, and Lois knew she couldn't put it off. Handing the woman the marijuana cigarette to hold, Lois took out the pill labeled FUCK YOU. The soft tablet crumbled between thumb and forefinger, and she collected the powder in her cupped palm.

It's just a little speed or something. Lois assured herself. Just one dose won't hurt.

Burying her nose into the pile of white powder, Lois snorted, loudly. She blinked, saw there was a little more left, and sniffed again. A bit of fine powder was left, and she carefully scraped it off with a finger and rubbed it into her gums, as she had seen junkies do.

Got to act the part. Lois smiled at Maria, who handed her back the reefer. The undercover reporter took another hit, wondering how far she should take it—between the drinks before, the marijuana cigarette, and the mystery pill... She waited several minutes, making small talk with the girls, the usual bullshit talk that came up when taking ****—stories of getting high, being high, scoring, getting laid while high...

A sudden pain hit Lois' chest, like heartburn. She coughed, and sucked in another lungful of smoke, massaging the bare skin between her breasts. Her heart was beating in her ears, and she felt...hot...almost like she was running a light fever. Not sick, not exactly, but her eyes felt warm, and her pulse was pounding in her temples.

Just the speed. The cigarette was half done now, and Lois wondered if she should get another...just to calm down. Then she smelt it.

Pussy.

Maria was over sharing a reefer with Aisha. The blue pill that the black shemale had popped was apparently working, her miniskirt tenting as the chocolate cock grew unnaturally stiff. What caught Lois attention, though, was Maria's skirt...the way the bottom of her ass flashed out under the edge, if you looked at it just right...and Lois vision seemed to narrow in on the space between those legs. Lois couldn't see it...but she could smell it.

Part of her reacted.

Sudden pressure hit the reporter's crotch, like a period cramp. Her hand flew to the waist of her pants...and she felt something give within her—a membrane or barrier—and there was an exhilarating sense of release and fullness, as whatever it was pushed through her pussy. It was like being fucked from the inside out. Something wet was flowing down her legs inside her pants. Part of her wanted to just reach in, grab whatever it was and pull...and then she saw that Maria and Aisha were both looking at her.

"Is that...?" Aisha raised one eyebrow.

"Only one way to find out." Maria walked over to Lois, the black shemale following a couple steps behind.

"Joanne? Honey? Are you feeling okay?" The redhead said to Lois—and Lois was so aware of her presence now, the smell of her, the closeness of her pussy, and sudden pain struck through her crotch, like a part of her was trapped.

"Oh wow honey, we need to get that out." Aisha was on one side of Lois, two fingers probing at her waistband, and pulled it forward.

A sudden sense of release ran through Lois as most of the pressure disappeared...followed by a sensation of something hot and warm against her belly. Lois looked down, expecting to see Aisha's arm down her pants...

And stared eye-to-eye with a fat cock.

It was the length and girth of a tallboy, with a fat dome of a head, dripping precum. The urethra gaped at Lois, opening and clothing like it was breathing...and she could feel it pulse, half of its length still trapped by her pants.

Aisha whistled. "I'm jealous honey." She took a drag of her reefer. "You seein' this shit, Maria?"

"Oh yeah," the redhead licked her lips, and giggled. "Think I might be in love..."