Lois Fakes Taking The Pill

As half-**** as Lois Lane was, even to the point of doing something so out of character as blowing a black man she had just met under the table in a crowded club, she wasn't quite so tipsy or stupid as to take an intelligence-suppressing **** just on his say so.

Carefully, she broke the pill in half with a credit card. Under Tyrell's watchful gaze, she popped half the pill into her mouth—and took a sip from her drink. The black man did not see the reporter hide the pill under her tongue, or slip the other half of the pill into a pocket of her jacket.

"How long does it need to take effect?" Lois said, wondering how soon she'd have to start acting ditzy and vacant. There was a weird sweetness under her tongue...her saliva had already started dissolving the half-pill. She took another sip, and carefully pushed the partially-dissolved pill slip back into drink, sinking out of sight in the milky liquid. She hoped the tiny amount of the **** she'd been exposed to wouldn't effect her much.

Tyrell seemed to chew the inside of his cheek for a moment. His eyes seemed to be watching her intently, as if he expected her breasts to start ballooning any moment. When they didn't, he tapped his fingers on the table.

"Finish your drink," he said. "Then we'll go down."

Lois nodded...and as her right hand held her glass, her left found its way back to his thigh. She could feel the heat of his body through his pants. The reporter sipped her drink, careful not to swallow too much at once, not wanting to expose the pill that lay at the depths of the drink. Absently, she rubbed his leg, amused at how carefully he kept a poker face. It was fun to tease him like that...

Minutes passed. Lois savored her drink. Hand roaming freely beneath the table. She couldn't explain why she was being so flirty, unless it was the ****...but she had enough of a presence of mind, to let her eyes get glassy and vacant. Tyrell noticed, and when he reached up and pressed his black fingers against her chin to turn her head and stare into your eyes.

"Oh yeah," he finally allowed himself a wide smile, showing gold-capped teeth. "You ready now."

He stood up, and grabbing Lois Lane's wrist, pulled her gently to her feet. The reporter kept in the act, pretending to be almost dazed as his hand slipped around her waist, and he led her through the crowded club toward the elevator at the back. Secretly, Lois was thrilled...it was working!