Fuck Me/Fuck You

At the bottom of the stairwell, Maria hit a switch on the wall. Lights flickered on in the hallway outside. Lois followed the women through...and gasped.

The overhead lights reflected on a swollen stone belly, rudely etched with a spiral, played on pendulous breasts, a gross, deformed lump of a head, hips that flared wider than the shoulders. The squat idol was of light green stone, the belly about the size and shape of a basketball. Lois snapped a picture, then shifted the phone. The idol rested on a roughly rectangular stone platform; behind it, the bare concrete wall had been painted with a black mural, like the one that surrounded the door. Phallic tentacles disappearing into biomechanical mouths, cunts. There was a sub-theme of bulbous growths, like bunches of grapes...yet each one, Lois saw, was a shadowy spectre of a fetus, like an ultrasound caught in spraypaint, bunches of them all together.

At the foot of the idol, and all around it were...offerings. Lois saw burnt out black candles, scattered wads of money in tight cash bands, the dried leaves of dead flowers, strings of used condoms, hung up, their dead weight cargo listless yet symbolically potent, small copper bowls of liquid, smaller stone fetishes of phalluses and vulvas, bottles of rum and vodka, and a gray scatter of bones... Lois noted that the shrine occupied the end of a hallway, and there was the hint of light from the other end.

Lois new friends paid the shrine little attention, intent on their baggy.

"Hey Joanne! Check this out!" Maria called.

Putting on a smile, "Joanne" stepped forward to look at what her blowjob had bought them. A fat lozenge of marijuana wrapped in saran wrap, the ends twisted to keep from spilling out; a bubble-pack of triangular blue pills that Lois recognized as erectile dysfunction ****...and a small glass container with two white tablets.

Aisha popped one of the blues, placing it on her tongue and waggling it a little before drew-swallowing. Lois wondered how long it would take for the pill to affect the shemale. The thought of that hard chocolate cock and a fresh load of cum made her stomach rumble...and Lois knew she should be more bothered by her reaction than she was. But the jizz-hunger just felt...natural. Like really needing a lemonade on a hot day, or a glass of wine after a hard day's work.

Maria handed the white pills to Lois.

"Looks like this is your bonus, honey." She said with a leering wink. The two women quickly produced rolling papers and began to prepare some blunts on the bare concrete floor. Lois left them to it, staring at the pills in the bottle.

The pills looked clean—at least, they were pure white, no flecks of anything, and seemed solidly made, no crumbling or sign that they'd been made cheaply. Yet there was no manufacturer's mark, only a message stamped into the sides...one pill said FUCK ME, and the other FUCK YOU.

Doubt gnawed at Lois. An obvious message from Mel...but these could be anything. Sugar pills, heroin, ecstasy, rat poison...Lois doubted the dealer would intentionally poison her...he had seemed very satisfied busting his nut into her throat...but her instincts as a square, normal person were screaming at her not to touch that, she didn't know what it was or where it had been...Lois knew for a fact that plenty of illegal chemists were less than sanitary in their setups. No, the best thing to do was to chuck this as far as...

The flick of a lighter and the familiar sickly-sweet scent of burning hemp. Maria sauntered over, two fresh blunts lit and smoking, and handed one to Lois. Immediately, the reporter put it to her lips and inhaled—she didn't want to blow her cover, after all. Joanne was a party girl...and the warm rush of smoke hit her lungs and brought forth a little cough.

Maria tapped the glass jar with the pills still in Lois' hand. "I like, forgot to mention? But Mel, he's got a thing for snowbunnies." The barmaid made a show of covering one nostril and snorting. "So that's probably a little speed or adderall. Nice little pick me up. You should try it!"

Lois sucked again on the reefer, blowing the smoke out through her nose. "I dunno..." she said, thinking up an excuse which would sound plausible...and realizing there probably weren't a lot of strange pills a party girl like "Joanne" wouldn't snort, given the opportunity. She held the pills up to the light, letting them clink together. FUCK ME...or FUCK YOU...