Lois Declines To Take The Pill

"A good dealer does not sample their own product," Lois Lane countered smoothly. "But you're right that I would like to see a demonstration. Why don't you call up someone and have them take the pill? I'd like to see a live demonstration. For my own edification, if nothing else."

A strange Mona Lisa smile flicked across Blaze's lips. With the pill stuck on the end of one finger, the metahuman stepped lightly, on her toes, heels never touching the ground, over to the elevator—where, the reporter now saw, there was an old landline phone mounted to the wall. The nearly-naked woman picked up the phone and spoke into it, without dialing...then hung up.

They waited there, and Lois licked her lips, suddenly aware that she could still taste Tyrell in her mouth, and her cheeks burned a little. Although standing across the room, she knew it was impossible for Blaze to actually smell the man's cock and cum on the reporter's breath, Lois nevertheless reached into an inner pocket and found a breath mint. Just something to keep her mouth occupied for the few minutes until the elevator rumbled...and when it opened a woman stepped out.

Lois Lane had seen her before, from pictures on social media. One of the missing women she had come to find. Jenny Dunlap. 22 years old, majoring in Modern Dance. Skinny as a rail, all wiry muscle and whalebone, flat-chested and with that straw-blonde hair that reminded Lois of cornsilk. Now she was dressed in a pink one-piece swimsuit and three-inch clear heels, and there were bags under her eyes, a sallow complexion to the pale skin that spoke of no sunlight and poor diet...but Lois couldn't see any needle marks, or any of the facial rashes and bad teeth she associated with methamphetamine ****...but something about the eyes told Lois she was looking at an addict.

"This is Jenny," Blaze said. "She's one of our girls. She helps take care of our boys. Don't you Jenny?"

"Y-yes ma'am," Jenny said.

"She was quite a bright young thing when she first came here," Blaze said. "Weren't you?"

"I...I don't..." Jenny looked confused, somewhat panicked.

"We have a prospective buyer, Jenny," Blaze said. The elevator door closed behind the **** dealer, though no one had touched it. She brought her finger up, the one that had the little pink pill. "She wants a demonstration. So open your mouth and say 'ahhhh.'"