Chapter 15 by Zeebop

What does Lois decide?

Fake Taking A Pill And Spit It Out When Tyrell Isn't Looking

As Lois mulled her dilemma, Tyrell took the initiative and fetched another pill from his pocket. The reporter took it silently. She was too experienced at undercover work not to. In this business, any sign of hesitation could be fatal.

With practiced ease, the reporter popped the pill into her mouth, hand covering her lips for a moment—so that Tyrell couldn't see her raise her tongue and press the pull underneath it. Lowering her hand, she looked Tyrell in the eye...and dry-swallowed, the hard little round shape safely beneath her tongue, oddly bitter as it began to slowly dissolve.

She gave him a little disarming smile. The first chance she got when he wasn't looking, she would spit out the pill. At least, that was the plan.

Except the elevator sunk down slowly, dragging out second after second, and Lois was afraid to talk for fear the pill might slip out. All the reporter could do was try to look relaxed and hope that she wasn't absorbing too much of the **** through her saliva.

Don't salivate, Lane, Lois told herself. Don't play with your tongue. Don't swallow. Just act chill.

She stretched, pushing out her breasts. Her shirt and bra felt impossibly tight tonight, and she reached up under the shirt to scratch at where the cups were digging into her boobs. A part of her was curious about that, because the bra had fit snugly this morning. Lois would have followed that line of thought, but then the elevator finally touched bottom, the doors opened...and Tyrell's eyes left her, for just half a second.

Casually, Lois covered her mouth to yawn...and when she lowered her hand, the half-dissolved, slimy, gritty pill dropped to the floor behind her as she followed him out of the elevator...and into a porn studio.