It's Not Enough

Lois Lane was alone in a room full of crackheads, and one of them was pointing a gun at her. So she smiled, as the whores who had led her here slowly stripped her clothing. They ruffled the jacket, found the small stash of cash there. Her wallet, with the fake ID, a debit card, and a little more cash. Her smartphone.

Her t-shirt went next. The tight red pants they had to peel off of her, and Jenny Dunlap's grip wavered only slightly. She was watching the reporter's eyes as Di and Mara undid Lois Lane's bra, pulled her panties down. So that Lois stood there, more naked than the sex **** that still licked fitfully at Jenny's pussy. At least the **** had a collar.

Di carried the money over to her. Jenny barely glanced at it.

"What is this shit?" Jenny muttered. "You bitches bring in more from hooking."

The blonde whore shrugged. "Guess news doesn't pay."

"Well, news-cunt," Jenny said. "If you can't pay in cash, then I guess you got to pay me in trade."

Lois raised an eyebrow. "How's that?"

Jenny smiled. "I got some new product tonight. Need somebody to test it. Make sure that shit ain't tainted with rat poison or something. So you're going to smoke a fat crack pipe, and if you don't die, maybe I'll answer some questions."

The reporter swallowed. Di grinned as Jenny started fiddling with one of the baggies and pipes on the table.

"And if I refuse?" Lois said.

The smiled died. A lip curled back, showing meth-rotten teeth.

"Then I get a nice Pollack painting on my wall."

The reporter couldn't resist a shudder. She had no doubt that this woman meant it. Whatever had happened in the last few weeks had turned the bright young women of Metropolis University into ****-dealing, ****-using criminals...whores...and perhaps worse. Lois told herself she needed to know how that happened...but at what price?

Because she knew if she smoked crack again, she would be addicted. If she wasn't already.

Di came toward her, holding another glass crack pipe, a lighter in her other hand.