Read The Book On The Toilet

Back upstairs, the grimoire tucked into her jacket, legs shaky. Into the noise of the crowd, music blaring, lights flashing. Pushing her way through the press of the bodies, driven by a **** need to the one place she had to go: the bathroom.

Lois Lane sighed as she propped the grimoire on the toilet paper dispenser and struggled out of her pants. The call of nature needed to be answered, and no matter how filthy and disgusting the club bathroom was, any port would do in the storm.

Maybe it was the anal sex, or the drinks she had earlier. Perhaps the excitement of the night was just catching up with her. Whatever the case, as the reporter sat down on the toilet, she could tell she would be there for the long hall.

More disturbingly, immediately to her left was a round, carefully-drilled hole, about two inches in diameter. Lois stared into the neighboring stall, which was thankfully empty at the moment. Then she shook her head and pulled the grimoire into her lap.

"As long as I'm here for a while, I might as well get some reading done," she reasoned.

Minutes passed as she became engrossed in the book, working through the archaic English as best she could, parsing some of the foreign languages with the help of her smartphone.

A real book of magic. She had seen and felt its power first hand. There were all manner of spells in here...a whole system of sorcery laid out that might take a lifetime to master, though the principles were quite simple: magic requires sacrifice. Put the right ingredients together, like a recipe, and something happened.

What caught the reporter's attention was one or two spells which didn't require rare ingredients or bloody sacrifices. Spells that she could use right now, tonight, to find those missing women. All they required was fresh semen.

Doors opened and closed, and Lois was aware that there was someone in the neighboring stall. Someone who had to stand to take a piss. The reporter hesitated. The gloryhole was right there. The book in her lap was open to the spell she wanted, all she needed was the ingredient. Did she dare...