FUCK ME

Lois felt a little relaxed. Maybe it was the weed. She stared at the little pills. She hadn't really tried many ****...she had always been afraid, with her curiosity, of becoming addicted. But there were only two pills. Not even labeled. The reporter wouldn't be able to get more even if she wanted it, unless she went back to that dealer...and Aisha and Maria were watching her.

Shaking her head, Lois realized that she was just trying to come up with excused for a decision she was already made. The reporter tapped out the FUCK ME pill and dry-swallowed it. Then followed it up by another toke on the reefer before passing it on.

She licked her lips, wondering when the **** would take effect—and how. Aisha and Maria were curious too, Lois could see it in their eyes as they passed the marijuana cigarette around. A part of Lois couldn't help wondering if this was how it had started for the missing women—falling in with a crowd, peer pressured into ****, and then...then what, exactly? Lois still didn't know, but she had to find out.

Easier said then done, she thought as Maria lit a new reefer off the coal of the old one. One puff and she passed it to Lois, who wrapped her lips around the wet paper and inhaled. She held it in, letting the hot smoke do its work, wondering only then what effect it might have with the pill she had taken.

The girls were talking about the club downstairs. A club beneath a club, wilder than the one up here. One where they could get some cock. Lois felt a little fuzzy-headed, but smiled and nodded, keeping up her part of the conversation. Yes, she liked cocks. It had been a while for her, and she could really stand to get fucked.

The light seemed brighter, and Lois glanced at the bathroom mirror. Her pupils were dilated, big black pits that you could get lost in. An itch was building between her legs, crotch feeling suddenly moist. All this talk of getting fucked was getting to her.

"What are we waiting for?" Lois heard herself saying. "Let's go! I want somebody to fuck me."

Lois felt her cheeks flush, embarrassed at her uncharacteristic outburst, but the women just grinned and nodded agreement. Aisha took the last toke on the reefer and tossed the butt in the sink. Maria and Lois followed her lead out of the too-bright bathroom, into the dark crazy club...down and down a set of emergency stairs, and more and more all Lois could think about was:

Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck...