There's A Party

"Well, if you're an eager beaver..." Blaze said after a moment. "There is a party tonight. I've already got four ladies that are going to provide entertainment, but if you think you can handle it..."

"Yes!" Lois said, eyes wide, pupils dilated. "I-I mean sure, that sounds fun..."

Blaze chuckled, then pulled out a smartphone—where she was hiding it in that dress, the reporter had no idea—and tapped at the surface. Lois looked around for something to wipe her pussy with, but all that seemed available was the bar towel, and that wasn't exactly couth.

"It's almost ten. They'll be here at midnight. You can use the dressing room to shower and get ready." The dark eyes shot a stern look at Lois. "No drinking, no panties. Make sure you're clean and clean-shaven. I'll give you a little taste before, and more after, okay? Enough for a week, if you stretch it out."

"Sure! Sounds great!" Lois said, the fake smile on her face, heart sinking. It would be really hard to turn down more coke at this point. And then there was this "party"...with "no panties."

It's one thing to get fucked or get high while undercover, Lane, she told herself as Blaze led her back through the club and out another door to the dressing room. She waved at Aisha and Maria, but Maria was sucking the black trannie's cock, so Lois doubted they saw her.

But if you do this, you're going to be a whore. An actual whore, and probably an addict too. I know the story is everything but is it really worth it?

The dressing-room was well-supplied, the showers clean. Lois found fresh towels, disposable razors, makeup, even a douche. She used the latter in the shower, inserting the hard plastic nozzle into her cunt, the sudden spurt of warm water driving some of Angelica Blaze's cum out of her. After some thought, she gave herself an enema too. All the time trying not to think about what might happen.

The crash came after she had shaved her pussy and legs, as she was getting dressed. Lois felt tired, her body ached in that post-sex way that was more exhaustion than pain, but her nose and sinuses felt inflamed. More than that, she just felt...sad. Wasted and worthless. Lois squeezed into a silky black minidress that barely covered her pussy and ass, and stared at herself in the mirror.

Is this what I've become? After all these years of fighting against a system that wants women to sleep their way to the top, getting the big scoops...am I really going to play the whore just to get a story?

She started to shake, just a little, and it wasn't from the cold. Her heart was beating normally again, her pupils were back to normal. Not exhausted, still too edgy to sleep, but the high was over, and Lois Lane knew, like she had always known, that...

"I want more," she whispered. "But I'm not hooked. Not yet. As long as I can say no..."

She started to do her makeup. Something a little bolder than normal; hopefully no-one would recognize her that way.

"You look lovely my dear," Blaze said. "And the guests are arriving. Are you ready to party?"

"Yes," Lois said, the smile coming back in place, heart thumping in ridiculous eagerness.