Jenny Dunlap—Heroin(e) Addict

Darkness...and the darkness clung to them, after the sense of motion had passed. Blaze's palm was resting on the reporter's lower back, and despite the night, Lois Lane could see clearly through the shadows. The reporter wondered if this was some influence of Blaze, some subtle extension of her power...but then the reporter focused on the setting and people at hand.

A dark, dank alley, no more than six feet across, looming brick walls on either side. The alley ran at least a hundred feet, then turned at both ends. A perfect canyon of brick, invisible unless you were in it. Lois looked at the ancient brick and noticed, here and there, the W mark of Wayne stamped into them, and knew she was in Gotham...one of the thousands of alleys that ran between the warehouses and old factory buildings from the turn of the century.

A figure turned into the alley from the reporter's left. A tall figure in a stylish trenchcoat, her hair dyed every color of the rainbow, high-tech wrap-around shades that Lois knew were smartglasses...smartphones with little screens built-in, so that the user could surf the web, make calls, all sorts of things hands-free. Expensive tech...and expensive clothes beneath that trenchcoat, leather pants that rode so low at the hips Los could almost see the shaven pussy, a mesh shirt that did nothing to hide the small pierced tits.

Lois had seen photos of Jenny Dunlap on her social media, but this looked like an almost idealized version of her...taller, thinner, with sharper cheekbones and perkier breasts, fuller lips, perfect makeup. A character out of a cyberpunk movie.

There was a single lamp in the middle of the alley, in front of a door that had long ago been bricked-up. Jenny Dunlap paused there, patient and yet expectant.

She didn't have to wait long.

They swooped in from above. Batgirl and Speedy, the twenty-something former sidekicks of Batman and Green Arrow. The athletic young women landed with grace, on either side of Jenny Dunlap, as though daring her to run...but the trenchcoat-clad young woman stood her ground and smiled.

"Ladies," she said. "Present...arms!"

With an elaborate flourish, Jenny opened her trenchcoat...and Lois gasped as she saw the array of pockets custom-sewn into the lining. Small vials and baggies of pills, an array of hypodermic needles, bottles, slabs of cellophane-wrapped hash... The rainbow-clad **** dealer pulled out two syringes, already pre-loaded, the contents milky white.

Batgirl pulled a roll of bills from her utility belt. Speedy did likewise...but even Lois could see that her roll was thinner.

Jenny gave one syringe to Batgirl, who immediately slipped off a boot, balancing against a wall as she aimed the needle between her toes by the pale light of the bulb.

"You're short," Jenny said to the archer, holding the needle without giving it to her.

"I was hoping I could...take it out in trade?" The masked blonde was shaking, obviously itching for it. Lois had seen junkies before.

"Hmm," Jenny said with a smile. With a thumb, she pulled down her pants, revealing her pierced clitoral hood, her bald snatch. "Make me cum and you can pay me back next time."

Batgirl was already slipping her boot back on, leaning against the wall, rubbing her arms as if to keep warm as the heroin took hold. Speedy dropped down to her knees and buried her face in the **** dealer's snatch, tongue lapping at the slit with pathetic need.

"That's it," Jenny said, grin wide beneath her shades. "God, I think I'm addicted to you sluts...maybe next weekend you can come back to my place and we can have a little party..."

Blaze's hand slipped down the waistband of the reporter's pants. "Speedy was an addict, once, but she beat it; Batgirl...well, you don't go undercover as often as she is without tasting a few illegal ****. Neither of them is completely addicted. This is a game for them, as much as it is for Jenny. A little fantasy they indulge in. Some recreational pharmaceuticals, some sex...no one is harmed...not yet, anyway."

"What do you mean?" Lois said, ignoring the hand for a moment. The alley felt very cold, and Blaze was warm.

"I can guarantee the present, but not the future. If one of them overdoses, or if a rival **** dealer moves in on her...that's nothing I can control. I change the world to fit their wish, but that is the limit of my power. Would you like to see the last one? Tonya Wong?"

The alley was filled with moans. Batgirl was rubbing her crotch through the suit, groping at her own breasts. Speedy was rubbing her crotch too as her tongue flicked at Jenny Dunlap's pierced clit...all for a dose of smack.

"Yes," Lois Lane said, not wanting to see anymore. "Show me."