Ecstasy

Lois felt her heartbeat begin to shift. The lights in the bathroom seemed brighter, the scents sharper...there was a jockstrap reek to the stall she hadn't noticed before.

"What...what did you give me?" she asked Maria.

"Just a little ecstasy," the barmaid said. "You seemed like you needed it. Just to loosen up a bit, y'know?" Purple-and-red haired girl pulled suddenly at Lois' pussy, and the reporter gasped.

MDMA. Lois thought. The club ****. Mostly harmless, as long as you weren't on anything else, didn't get addicted. It shouldn't be coming on this fast, though...not unless she had gotten a dose earlier. Suspicion flared in her mind.

Lois reached her own hand under Maria's skirt, fingers quested past the wet strip of hair to the folds of the barmaid's labia. The woman shuddered, her own fingers still knuckle-deep in the reporter's own gash.

"Thanks Maria," Lois said. "You're right, I did need to loosen up. But that's not the first dose you've given me tonight, is it? Was it in the cocktail?" Lois' hand found her prey, and she stacked her middle three fingers together so the tips formed a triangle—then drove them hard into Maria's muff. The barmaid yelped.

"Hey, hey honey, not so rough!" Lois laid a thumb on her button and pressed it down, then began to saw her fingers in and out, just the tips at first. Maria gasped at this, and began to renew her own efforts, fingers deep in Lois. The reporter raised her leg up on the toilet seat, to give the woman better access...without interrupting Lois' own finger-fuck of the barmaid's pussy.

"What was in the cocktail, Maria?" Lois' fingers were two joints deep and her thumb ground against her clit.

"J-just a little. J-just what he ordered. For special clients." Maria said. Her eyes were closed, focused on the three-pronged invader to her snatch. Lois shoved all three fingers in up to the knuckle and Maria let out an "Ow!"

Lois grabbed her hair and pulled the barmaid's head back. Stuck her tongue out and pressed it into Maria's mouth, locked her burning lips around the barmaid's own. As they kissed, she continued to piston, faster and faster. Maria for her part could not keep up, her own fingers were still in Lois' pussy, a constant intrusion, but they scissored back and forth rather than pumped.

When the reporter broke the kiss, a line of saliva still connected them for a moment. Maria gasped and bucked under Lois' fingerbang. "Special clients." she said. "Like the girls that have gone missing?" Maria grunted unintelligibly.

Lois withdrew her fingers. Maria moaned at the sudden absence, and Lois knew she was close. She brought her hand up before Maria's face. Drew the pinky in with the other fingers to form a squat, spade-like gesture. The hazel eyes grew wide as she understood. "Wait...wait..." she said as Lois jammed her hand back down below Maria's skirt, and up again. "Oh shit." Maria said as she felt the tips of all four fingers spread apart her labia.

"Tell me," Lois whispered, huskily. "I'll wear you like a glove." She deliberately left it ambiguous as to whether that was a threat or a promise, but she could feel Maria shake beneath her as Lois' four fingers started to probe upwards. Maria opened her mouth to speak.