All Six Shots

Sorority-house memories came back to Lois as she reached for the second shot. Weekend parties, perverse games thought up by mostly rich, mostly white girls who were away from home for the first time in their lives. Little Beckies, as Lois privately thought of them, who didn't know what to do when they got pregnant or caught herpes...

She set the shot glass down and reached for the third. Licked the grey salty rim first, to the approval of the crowd, then threw her head back.

There had been times in college she had overdone it. Blackout drunks. Nothing of the night before except the hangover and the remnants in her room. Once, she had found a broken condom, an unaccustomed soreness in her pussy, and the bedroom hadn't been hers. Lois had slipped out without waking him, and waited for two hours on a Monday morning for the campus clinic to open.

Setting the third empty glass down, Lois felt a brief moment of dizziness. But it passed, and she brought the brimming glass to her lips, the tequila smoky from the cum slowly filtering down through it...

Lois Lane knew she wasn't a tank, but she could hold her liquor. Too much too fast was the problem. She could act stone cold sober, right until she passed out. Six shots in a row, on top of the cocktails from earlier was pushing her limits...and she hadn't done any hard drinking recently.

The tequila hit her stomach like it barely touched the sides, throat and lips already feeling a bit numb. That had been handy, the one night the girls had convinced her to butt-chug a beer. It had hit her stronger and faster than she expected, but "Long Neck Lois" had held her own, much to everyone's surprise.

Her tummy was warm as her fingers closed around the fifth shot. Lois focused on her breathing, although all she could smell was cum...and realized she had gotten a bit of jizz stuck on her upper lip. Inhaling, Lois downed the shot, forcing herself to swallow, then ran her tongue over the upper lip, scraping up the rogue baby batter mustache.

There was a respectful silence as she reached, very slowly and carefully, for the sixth shot. She remembered the old rhyme her sorority had come up with:

One for courage,

Two for fun,

Three to show 'em how it's done!

Four for sex,

Five for anal,

Six to spread your legs for anyone!

Not many could remember past six. The sixth shot was more cum than tequila, a thick white creampie that must have represented someone's entire load. Lois slurped it down slowly, surely, without stopping. Down to the last drop.

And when she slammed the glass down, there was a roar of approval. Maria and Aisha each grabbed a hand and lifted them into the air, howling along with the rest...and Lois wondered, briefly, if she would remember anything about this night at all.