Lois Gets Drunk

Lois drank, and watched the crowd. The club was warm and her attention was drawn to the dancers in the cages. Skinny women with big tits in g-strings, club-lights shining off the sweat and glitter as they gyrated. Her eyes were drawn to their chests, their thighs, the muscles of their ass as they shook and bounced.

The reporter set the empty glass down, and there was another ready. The cocktails were getting saltier and stickier, and Lois licked her lips as she slurped it down. Her stomach rumbled and Lois knew she should slow down, drink some water, eat something.

Then the music changed, and the tops came off. In the cages the women shook their bare breasts, nipples erect and pointing. Lois stared, feeling her own nips swell as her face flushed, and she sipped her drink. Tits of all shapes and sizes, small handfuls with pointy pink tips to the heavy milky-veined nubs on a black girl, areolas black and round.

The bartender lined up six shot glasses on the bar, and began filling them. Lois took here eyes from the swaying bubbies long enough to watch the grey-white slime pour in there. "Drink it while it's fresh," the barmaid said.

Lois did, bringing the first shot to her lips and tossing it back. She was surprised at how hot it was, almost scalding her tongue. Swallowed the whole wad in one burning gulp. It went down like swallowing a ball of burning snot, and when it hit her belly a wave of nausea hit her.

She reached for the next shot, and the next. The bartender smiled, and people around her took notice.

The fourth shot went down. A woman at Lois' right elbow said "Do it, girl."

All eyes were on the fifth shot as Lois brought it up in a hand suddenly shaky. With an effort she steadied it long enough to bring it to her lips. Slurped it slowly, and when finished ran her tongue along the bottom of the glass to catch the last little bit.

The sixth shot was overfull. Beads of sticky whiteness overfilled the glass, dribbled down the side. There was a hush as Lois picked it up, and a cheer as she chugged it down. She licked her fingers, vision fuzzy and a little cross-eyed. For a moment there were two barmaids with four pierced tits in front of her.

"I gotta...gotta go," Lois said as she staggered to her feet.