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LADY1BLAZE: The curse has to be cast on someone you know. Maybe someone you think is a friend. They leave the bottle where they know you'll pick it up. To break the curse, you have to get them to take the bottle back willingly.

"So...somebody knew I was going to the club. But they couldn't have known I would go downstairs, because I didn't know until I got there and talked to..."

Maria. The barmaid.

Lois Lane felt very sober. Her guts gurgled, and she slid back into her too-tight pants. She could feel an interview coming on.

She took a cab. The reporter couldn't face the prospect of another "encounter" in Suicide Slum. More than that, her stomach was still gurgling, and there was a certain packed sensation in her ass that had nothing and everything to do with the bottle in her colon. The cum was still pumping out...but it was filling up her lower intestine. The reporter spent a queasy ride thinking of the jizz flowing into her abdomen.

There was most definitely a time limit. The reporter could feel her guts struggling to absorb all the jizz. If she kept it inside of her too long, it would fill her all the way up...and Lois didn't fancy the idea of puking jizz tonight.

As she stepped out onto the sidewalk, Lois Lane wondered why Maria would curse her. They hadn't met before tonight, had they? Maybe she should do a little digging before going straight inside.

The reporter skipped the line at the door and ducked into the alley that ran behind the building. Standing outside the door was a young person...one side of the head shaved, the other side long and died black and green. Black lipstick, black choker, tube top and mesh shirt, fingerless gloves, skirt and leggings...but something told Lois this wasn't a woman, at least biologically. He or she was trying to light a cigarette.

Lois fished a lighter out of her pocket. Great icebreaker, even if she didn't smoke.

They smiled. "Thanks."

"No problem." Lois nodded at the door behind him. "I'm Joanne. Is Maria working tonight?"

He nodded. "Yeah, she doesn't get off until 1 AM. You a friend?"

Lois smiled, brought up the two fingers of her right hand in a V to her lips, and let her tongue flick through the gap.

"Oh. So that kind of friend." They smiled, took another drag. "She's got a break coming up in fifteen. You can hang out in the employee lounge."

"Thanks," the reporter said, her guts shifting. She felt kind of bloated, and moved to open the door...when the strange, androgynous figure moved in front of her.

"But first," they said, reaching beneath their skirt, "you gotta pay a toll."