Chapter 10 by Zeebop

What Now for Lana & Lois?

A Pill & A Promise

Lois let the redhead ride out her orgasm. Felt the warm pussy spasm and squeeze her fingers as the cum was nestled deep inside. It took a few minutes, but she didn't mind the wait. There was nothing more fascinating than to watch someone lose it, conscious mind gone for a few seconds, all control lost.

When Lana came back...warm tears began to flow from her eyes. The brunette gave the redhead's pussy a final squeeze, and then withdrew her fingers, letting the splooge finally ooze out onto the floor. The reporter flicked the spent condom in the general direction of the waste bin.

Leaning in, Lois kissed Lana's tears about. Bitterness touched her lips, thin and liquid compared to the drinks from earlier. The reporter waited until the first sob wracked the redhead's chest.

"Lana," her voice soft and motherly, almost a coo. "Don't cry."

"I'm dirty," the redhead's voice squeaked out.

"You're not dirty. You just had a bit of fun." Lois assured her.

"I'm dirty and probably pregnant. I just had a random condom full of cum stuffed up my cunt in a dirty bathroom in a lesbian encounter and what the hell am I going to tell my mother?" Lana's voice rose in volume and pitch, anger cutting through.

"Lana," Lois held up a small pill-packet. "Do you know what Plan B is?"

The redhead didn't stop crying. But her eyes went wide, and she sniffled loudly.

"That's right. The day-after pill. This is what grown-up women do, even grown-up women who had lousy abstinence-only sex ed in some shithole highschool in Smallville, Kansas." Lois let that sink in for a minute. "And Lana? This is yours."

Lana sniffed. "Really?" She reached up to grab it.

"Really. But there's one thing..." Lois snatched it away. "...you have to earn it. You see, I didn't come in here to play with your pussy, Lana. I came here because four women have gone missing. We need to do that. So you help me out," Lois dangled the pill in front of Lana. "And I'll give you your pill."

A normal woman would have needed a moment to think about that, Lois knew. But Lana Lang was a smart cookie. The redhead gave a final sniff, tears drying.

"You promise?" The redhead stared.

"Cross my heart," The brunette mimed an X over her chest.

"Okay."