Chapter 14 by Zeebop

What Does Tyrell Do?

Tell Lois To Get Her Bimbo Ass Downstairs

"...that's enough now. Save some for the camera."

Tyrell pulled Lois back, then up to her feet...not too roughly, but with impressive enough strength. The bodyguard grunted and zipped up his fly. Lois blinked, her lips puffy and tingly...she ran her tongue around them, still able to taste the skin of that black dick, salty with sweat...and maybe something else.

How much of that pill did I actually swallow? She wondered, suddenly light-headed.

"I like my bitches with more meat on 'em anyway," the guard said as he hit the button. The elevator door opened, and Tyrell held the reporter's arm as they stepped into the elevator together.

The reporter took a deep breath, her bra suddenly feeling tight. It was hot in the elevator...stuffy. She licked her lips again, and they definitely felt plumper, almost beestung. The reporter leaned against the wall for support as the elevator descended, breathing in through her nose, out through her mouth...she didn't feel sick, exactly. Maybe it was just the adrenaline, or the bit of alcoholic from the drinks she had, which made her thoughts feel a little fuzzy.

"You okay?" Tyrell said. He crossed the distance between them, lifted her chin and looked her in the eye. He had deep brown eyes, a little bloodshot at the edges. She could see herself reflected in the irises.

"Maybe you need another pill," he said. "The one I gave you, don't seem to be enough. They think you aren't ready to go, we might both be in some deep shit."

Lois pushed through the fog around her brain. She was fairly coherent so far...maybe another half a pill? That would quell Tyrell's suspicions, and Lois wouldn't be any worse off than when he'd thought she'd taken a whole dose earlier. On the other hand, if the half-pill she'd already taken was affecting her, maybe any more wouldn't be a good idea. She needed to remain sharp.