Chapter 15 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Say?

What Else Do You Have In The Back?

Lois sniffed, tasting the odd, chemical odor in the back of her throat. Her face felt flushed, the darkness brighter, her mind more alert, energetic...

I absolutely cannot do any more coke, Lois told herself. She knew how addictive such **** were, especially to a reporter who depended on perfectly legal chemical pick-me-ups like caffeine to get her through the long hours. Anything harder was too tempting for Lois to ever consider.

The owner stood up, cock flopping out, and helped the buzzed reporter back to her feet.

"Oh, I've got some things you'd love to try," she whispered in the reporter's ear. "But it'll cost you."

The reporter smiled, trying to project a slightly dazed woman dealing with the unaccustomed rush of Peruvian flake. It wasn't a hard sell.

"Woo, this is hitting me a bit hard." She smiled. "Maybe a joint? You know, just to calm me down a bit."

"Sure," Blaze said, slipping her hand down the back of the reporter's tight pants, fingers grasping her firm ass and squeezing hard. "How about a bit of grass...for a bit of ass?"

It was a terrible idea, and Lois knew it. She was not in the right state of mind to be making those kind of decisions. Under the influence, from the **** and the cocaine, and maybe just the taste of cock on her lips after such a long spell of abstinence. Absolutely, under no circumstances would she surrender her journalistic integrity and sell out her pussy just to get access to the back of the club. Not a chance.

On the other hand...she felt on the edge, thoughts racing, almost invincible. She was the Daily Planet's greatest reporter, dammit! She could do this. Had to do this. A little bit of weed to cut the cocaine would be just what she needed to maintain her equilibrium. And just because she promised to fuck this strange dickgirl didn't mean she had to go through with it; the woman would probably be happy just getting some more head.

Lois decided.

"Sure, okay," Lois smiled, cheeks burning, as the dickgirl led her away, one hand still in the reporter's pants. Somewhere behind her, Lois thought she heard her friends cheering her on.