Chapter 15 by Zeebop

What does Lois decide?

Take Half A Pill. That Shouldn't Be Too Much

"Okie-dokie," Lois Lane said, as dumbly as she could manage. "Do you, like, have anything I can swallow it down with?"

As soon as she said it, Lois Lane's heart sank. She had an instant image of herself on her knees, sucking Tyrell's big black cock so she could swallow the pill down with his jizz. To her relief, the Black man pulled out a pill and a slim aluminum flask from his jacket pockets.

"Here," Tyrell said and thrust them into the reporter's hands.

Lois discreetly cracked the pill in half in her palm with her thumbnail, and then unscrewed the top of the flask and took a swig. The hard edges of the pill danced against the back of her throat a moment before the liquor—vodka, body-warm and medicinal—washed it down.

She smiled as stupidly as she could as she handed the flask back to him, and threw her shoulders back to better show off her boobies. The elevator ground to a halt.

It was only half a pill, Lois thought as the elevator doors opened. That won't make me much dumberer, right?

The reporter stepped forward...and was almost immediately off balance, her left heel slipped and she almost fell, but Tyrell caught her. She smiled up at him.

"Oopsie," she said, and batted her eyelashes...but the reporter knew that wasn't part of the act. The world seemed to spin a little around her. Maybe washing the pill down with vodka after she'd already had so much to drink had been a bad idea.

"Let's get you to sign the paperwork while you can still sign your name," Tyrell said. He held Lois Lane's arm as they stepped out of the elevator...

...and into the porn studio.