I'm In

Maria smiled at Lois' answer...and brought forth a small packet of fine red crystals.

"Here, I'll set it up for you." The barmaid carefully poured the crystals into the glass bowl of the pipe, then stoppered it. She held it by the stem, and then placed a heavy lighter underneath it. The flame burned blue, and curled up around the bowl.

"If it isn't hot enough, you can get some crystals in your lungs. They say that's bad." Maria noted. "But when you see the vapors start to swirl, you want to breath out, hard as you can—then bring the pipe to your lips and suck it in, swallow, and hold it as long as you can. Okay?"

Lois nodded. She'd done **** before, undercover. Never much. Never enough that she hadn't been able to sweat it out, later.

She stared at the bowl. The crystals seemed to melt. The bowl became cloudy, with a soft red mist, that began to darken to a vivid red.

"Okay, it's about ready. Remember, breath out, suck in, swallow, hold." Maria said. "And don't touch the bowl, you'll hurt yourself."

Heart fluttering, Lois took a breath—then **** it out, grabbed the pipe, and brought it to her lips. Teeth clamped down on the little glass lip, and she sucked...

She had feared it was just crack cocaine, but there was no pleasure—just a heavy, hot feeling that filled her mouth and set her lungs to tingling. Not burning, as she thought they might, but tingling like pins and needles. She could feel it rise, the pins and needles creeping up her spine, along her temples...they say you couldn't feel pain in your brain, that there were no nerves for that there, but she felt something inside her...click.

Lois looked at Maria. Really looked at her, as though for the first time. She was a perfect cooze. Prime fuckmeat. The reporter openly admired the small pierced tits, the muscles just beneath the soft skin, the juicy cunt just visible as the woman sat there. Wanted to know what she tasted like, what it felt like to ride that pretty little face until she came, to hold her mouth onto her hot twat as she pissed into her pretty toilet.

Lois had never thought of another woman like that. Had never thought of another human being like that. Now, things ran through her mind. She wanted things from this woman. She was going to get them.

A bit of red mist filtered out of the corners of Lois' mouth. One hand toyed with her bare slit, rubbing it in front of Maria, watching her face as Lois began to get wet.

"Is it working?" Maria asked. "How do you feel?"

"I think it is working," the reporter smiled, showing too much teeth. "I feel bad. Down here." She groped her cunt. "Why don't you kiss it and make it better?"