Chapter 16 by Zeebop

How Does Maria React?

Begs Lois To Stop

"Wait!" The barmaid said, tearing her lips away from the reporter's. "Please, don't. That's..."

"Not Coca Cola, I know." Lois gave a nasty smile as she rubbed the tip of the bottle against the young woman's clit. "My question is, why are you selling it to customers? And where are you getting it from?"

"I...I..." The hazel eyes were wide. The reporter read pure fear in them. But the question was—what was she more afraid of? After the events of the night, Lois knew what she was afraid of...and she didn't think she was the only one.

Lois dropped her hand, and the bottle slid down, and then up, right into the wet pussy.

"Tell me everything," Lois said. "Unless you want to spend the next few months shopping for maternity wear."

"Down, downstairs." Maria stammered. "The boss...she has this kind of cult thing going. Tells us to slip it into the drinks when we can. Pretty women. When they drink enough, they go downstairs...we don't see them again."

"How many?" Lois asked, pressing the bottle in a little deeper, just enough to make Maria squeal.

"I don't know!" The bartender sobbed. "I...I've known two. But there's more. I don't know how many."

"How do they send the product up here, when you run out?"

"There's a dumb waiter...we load it up with the empties, press the button, they lower it down and then send up a fresh crate..."

Lois turned her head. There was a rectangle set in the wall. She gave a grim smile.

"Well, looks like you just ran out." The reporter lowered the bottle out of Maria's pussy. She showed the bottle to the barmaid. Still full. "Time to ask for more."

A bar towel with a knot in it makes an effective gag; Lois thought that Maria should be appreciative the reporter had opted for a clean one. A couple more towels were enough to secure the barmaid's hands to a shelving unit. If the young woman pulled too hard, she'd have cases of whiskey raining down on her.

"Now you just sit tight," Lois said as she levered herself into the box she'd loaded into the dumb waiter. "I'll be back faster than your panties drop."

Lois reached out and hit the button. The dumb waiter shuddered and began to descend. The reporter slipped into her box, holding her breath. Wondering where she was about to end up.