Tonya Wong is a Drink Station

Maria met Lois Lane as she was headed toward the bar. An easy smile met reporter as the pink-and-red-haired young woman slipped a hand around Lois Lane's waist, and the reporter didn't fail to notice the dilation of Maria's pupils. While Lois had been talking to the toilet, Maria had been using...something.

A question for later, Lois thought. She pointed toward a quiet end of the bar.

"Let's get a drink!" she said into Maria's ear, and stepped forward, skirting the live sex shows.

A naked Asian woman was strapped to a kind of rack, upside-down, at that end of the bar. Arms stiffly pinions to her sides by ropes, toes down by her ears, shaven pussy and ass meticulously clean and on display. Clamps held the two holes gaping open, and a slender ceramic bottle plugged snuggly inside her pussy, a pair of straws hanging out of her ass, which was stuffed with pebble ice. Lois looked down at the woman's face. She recognized the blue streak in the dark hair, the small breasts. Tonya Wong, once an economics major at Metropolis university. Now...

"Hi!" the Asian woman smiled up at Lois. "Buy a girl a drink?"

Lois pulled out some bills. A bartender accepted the money, and poured whiskey straight into the bound woman's gaping asshole. Maria needed no hesitation to lean forward and grab one of the straws, sucking whiskey straight out of that gaping, ice-filled asshole. The reporter popped into a squat on her heels, to talk.

"The **** really hits you fast when it's in your butt!" The young woman giggled. "I'm so hammered at the end of the night, I can't even feel my ass! Do you want some sake? My pussy keeps it warm..."

"What are you doing here, Tonya?" Lois said. "How did you end up like this?"

The Asian woman's eyes focused for a moment. Her face grew somber. No one could hear her except Lois.

"I like to drink. Like, really like to drink. Was skipping lunch and doing shots between classes. At first it was just the stress—trying to be the best, a straight-A student, make my parents proud—but then it got to the point where I needed to drink just to feel normal. So I was at this bar, and this older woman bought me a drink and—look, I didn't have any money right? I'd done things in situations like that. Things I wasn't proud of. Talking with her, I figured out that I'd lost control of my life...and that's when she suggested I work for her."

A smile brightened her face...and, probably, the whiskey had started to hit, the booze entering her bloodstream through the tissues in her colon.

"I just...needed to give up control in the right way. Look at me! I'm drunk, I'm happy, I'm earning money—and it's not up to me when I drink. The bartender can cut me off at any time. I can just sleep it off and study. I just need a semester off, away from it all. Let someone else make the decisions for a while. I'm young! I just want to have fun and get drunk! Sometimes we even do shows, where the other ladies will eat my pussy while they hose us down with beer..."

Lois frowned. Just like Diana Reynolds. Happy with being used, degraded.

"Who was it you talked to?" Lois asked.

"Blaze. Angelica Blaze. She owns this club. She's wonderful..."