Lois Will Snort A Line Of Coke

There was a small mirror on a nearby table. Maria carefully cut the lines with a razor blade. Two rough inches of white powder. Lois wondered where she was keeping all that, in the costume she was wearing. A small plastic straw was offered to the reporter.

The first hit.

Going undercover, Lois had been offered **** before. Usually, she found a way around it. Hide the pills under her tongue. Don't inhale the reefer. Pretend to shoot up between her toes. This time, as she lowered the straw to the line of white powder she planned to fake a sneeze...blow the coke out in a puff of dust. Maria would be mad, maybe hurt, but it would be...

A cold hand touched the back of her neck. Lois inhaled sharply, entirely by instinct. A burning pain filled her nose, followed swiftly by a sort of spreading numbness. The reporter shivered, realization of what she had just done hitting almost as fast as the ****.

"Did you ever hear about the whore who snorted her first line of cocaine?" A high-pitched voice said. Male, but oddly falsetto, a barely suppressed laughter at the back of it. Very theatrical. The hand on her neck moved, with surprising strength. The straw now hovered about the second line.

"She said it was her first blow job!"

The cackle that followed sent a chill down Lois Lane's spine and set her teeth of edge. Maria gave a kind of racking sob that might have been a **** laugh. Lois Lane felt her pulse in her temples, ears starting to whine slightly as her blood pressure rose.

A knife blade, cold and hard, lay against Lois Lane's left cheek now.

"Go ahead darling. There's no such thing as leftover cocaine."

Swallowing heavily. Lois **** her hand to steady above the second line and snorted hard. She couldn't really feel it in her nose this time, but she felt something at the back of her throat, gritty and sharp, and she had the overpowering urge to sneeze.

"You know, ever since my dear Harley left, I've been in something of a down mood." The blade disappeared. "Now that you're all fueled up, why don't you help this clown turn his frown upside down?"

"S-sure," Lois **** herself to say. "What did you have in mind?"