Candy walked into the alleyway. "Sheesh, I hate wearing this shit. Can't show off my ass, tits, or anything else." Candy muttered to herself.
Looking around, she pulled out another bladder and foomped herself with Class. She slimmed up in various places, her hair darkened to a more respectable brown, make up became much less and more professionally done.
"Ah, there we are. Respectable Candice."
Candy/Candice walked, not strutted, out to the street and quickly hailed a cab. She had the cabbie drive her around the city for an hour and then had him drop her off next to Grand Central. She quickly found a payphone and called the Daily Planet.
"Lois Lane, how can I help you?" Candice frowned at the pretty voice on the line.
"I have some information you will be interested in. There is a new drug hitting the streets, and some of the police are in on it." Candice said quietly. "I can provide you with some details and pictures. Not exactly enough for a conviction, but enough for one hell of a story. I can't do anything with this, but I am hoping you can."
Lois Lane was now sitting straight up at her desk. "Okay, you have my attention. What can you tell me?"
Candice smiled. "Not much over the phone. The stuff is called Trash, and its a date rape drug. Lowers resistance to, well just about anything really, and after 8 hours, the effected has no memory at all of what happened, other than they had a good time."
"Trash, huh. Never heard of it." Lois replied.
"I said its just hitting the streets. A chemist who goes by the handle "Sidder from Under" on the dark net made it." Candice added. "That should do it. Sid's name is pretty well known in the underworld, just not his face." she thought to herself.
Lois had been googling while listening. What she pulled up on Sidder from Under was enough to convince her there was something to this tip. Sidder had a long history, but while under indictment for tons of stuff ranging from drug dealing to human trafficking, and having multiple warrants out forhis arrest, he had remained off the radar and uncaught.
"That is, until now." Lois thought smugly to herself.
"Okay stranger, if you want to meet, where and when?"
"Steve's Place, under the 78th Street Bridge. Its in neutral territory for organized crime, so its safe enough for me to stop by on the way out of town. After this I'm headed out for a while until the heat dies down. Meet me in the back booth in 30 minutes, use the side door, and ask for Candice." Candice said. "And come alone. I've got a friend watching and they will let me know if you are followed or come with someone. That happens, and I'm out the back before you can see me."
"No problem. Alone it is." Lois replied.
CLICK
"I had better get hopping, its a bit of a drive in traffic. Huh, I wonder where Clark is today. He didn't show up this morning and no messages." Lois thought to herself as she walked out the door.
30 MINUTES LATER
Lois followed a waiter through a hallway. As soon as she had knocked he had answered and said "Follow me." once she mentioned Candice.
On the way over by taxi, Lois had researched the place. Steve's was in neutral territory in terms of criminal activity. The owner, Steve, had never been in any trouble with the police and had actually been helpful in IDing a couple of local criminals who had mugged a couple of people a few years back. Nothing shady or illicit at all.
Still, Lois was on her guard as the waiter led her around a corner. Tucked away, just out of sight, was a small booth. Unless you walked all the way back you would have never known it was there. Sitting there with her back to the wall was a professionally dressed woman with golden brown hair done up in a braid.
"Looks like a lawyer or administrator." Lois thought to herself as she slid into the opposite side of the booth.
"Glad you came alone. I don't think I am in trouble, but given who my boss is and how he is involved in this I don't want to take chances. Especially with parts of the police being in on it." Candice said.
Lois extended her hand. "Well, if even half of what you said checks out this promises to be a big story."
Candice took Lois' hand and smiled. "Yes, but not as big as this one will be."
FOOMP!
Candice's left hand came up and shot a spray of Trash into Lois' face. Lois was immediately covered in a purple haze and she waved her arms and coughed. After about 4 seconds, she simply slumped forward onto the table and twitched.
Candice smiled and shook her head. "Lord this is easy. Well, time to go." Candice thought to herself. She knocked on the wood panel in the wall to her right and it slid open. She scooted through and an unnamed man pulled Lois after her. Quickly, they stripped Lois naked and tossed everything into a plastic bag which the man took and headed out the back door.
Candice stripped herself and then gave herself a shot of Trash.
"Ahhhhhh, much better. Candy is so much happier when I don't have to be that stuck up bitch Candice. Isn't that right Lois?"
Lois was coming around. "Huh, who yous calling Lois? That's sounds so uppity. No way I could be upi, up, ummmm, stuck up wik dat."
Candy grinned. "Damn, that WAS a make over!'
Lois Lane was now easily 6 foot tall, with a heart shaped ass that was firm enough to bounce quarters on. She sported a 42 DD rack (bigger than Candy's), and her hair was now a rainbow of colors. Streaks of gold, black, pink, purple, and green made it impossible to tell what her original color was as it looped down several inches past her shoulders. Her eyes seemed slightly slanted and her face seemed to be a mix of Asian, Eastern European, and Native American. She looked exotic as hell, and her skin was a lovely reddish golden tan. Her eyes were now violet in color and had long dark lashes. She sported pink inch long fingernails and pink toenails and a lovely rose vine tattoo encircling her waist and winding down into her ass, pussy, and down her legs. Her wrists both sported complex barbed wire tattoos that ringed her wrists and up her arms to her shoulders. Aside from her hair, she was completely clean shaven.
Candy held out her hand. "Yeah, you are right, you are not Lois. Your real name is Lacy. Lacy Silk. And you are a stripper, hooker, and porn star who works for Mr. Hanson."
"I am? Yeah, I guess so." Lois, now Lacy giggled in a voice that sounded like a mix of Russian and Thai and was simply sex in sound.
"I'm Candy, your BFF and your boss. I'm the head stripper at the club and I'm the girl who got you the job. You always listen to Candy, Candy is your BFF."
"Mmmmmm, yeah, Candy is my BFF. Me always listen to Candy!" Lacy simpered.
Yeah girlfriend. Here, put this on and then follow me. We gotta get back to the club." Candy handed Lacy a club dress that was really just two sheets of silver cloth joined by O-Rings at the side. It was completely split up the middle and held by only two more O Rings on each side. It didn't even reach down to cover her snatch and her ass as they wiggled. A couple of cheap plastic bracelets and a large set of Silver hoop earrings finished the top and a pair of Six inch spike heeled fuck me pumps completed the look.
"Damn girl, you are the hottest looking Trash on this planet." Candy gushed.
Lacy twirled a lock of hair around her finger while sucking her right index finger. "Mmmmm, got that right baby doll. Come on, let's get back to the club. I'm horny as hell, and its time to PARTY!"