Lois Smokes Crack Again

Don't, a little voice inside Lois Lane said. The reporter remembered what it had been like the first time her lips had touched a pipe. The rush. The surge of bliss after it hit her lungs. Like nothing she'd ever experienced—and like nothing she'd hoped to ever experience again. Because Lois knew—absolutely knew—that if she did, she would be hooked on this stuff.

"I can't," Lois said. "I'm sorry, but I can't."

The crack dealer Jenny Dunlap frowned. "You think you're better than us, bitch? You think we haven't been where you are right now? All of these bitches have sucked that glass dick!"

The gun pressed against the shaven head of the woman licking the drugdealer's crotch.

"Smoke that fucking crack or I'll blow her goddamn brains out of her skull!"

"Stop! Don't!" Lois started forward...but Di slid in between her, the crack pipe in her hand. Hands grabbed Lois from behind—Mara de la Cruz. The women she had come to find, maybe to save...and now Lois saw one hold the gun to a woman's head while another slid the crack pipe between her lips.

"Just remember what I told you," Di said. "Breath out...then suck it in. Soon, you won't care about shit except getting your next hit...and doing anything you have to in order to get it. Just like us."

Mara licked the reporter's neck. "Gonna make you a puta like us," she said. "Have you suck cum-soaked dollar bills out of my ass while they watch."

Lois shivered...

Exhale.

Inhale.

That terrible chemical odor that seemed to fill her head. Heart thundering faster and faster. Body shaking, trembling. Pussy hot and wet, dribbling on the floor...and Jenny Dunlap began to laugh and laugh, the gun moving from off of her sex slave's shaven skull as they saw the drug hit.