Dresses as a waitress

Locking Astrid in the closet was just too risky. The bouncer knew both of them were in the office, and if Lois came out alone and not dressed like the other waitresses, it would look suspicious. So Lois snatched her phone back up and shoved it in her handbag. It was on the club wi-fi now, hopefully a way to get additional access and info while she was waiting tables.

Astrid walked back in from the closet, her arms full of clothing. She snapped her fingers at Lois, motioning for the reporter to stand up. "You don't have to snap at me," Lois objected. Even if she was posing as a waitress, she didn't have to take this woman's ****.

"Look," Astrid said flatly. "We get a lot of girls who try working here, but can't cut it. Most nights we're busy, the customers get demanding, and the job is pretty stressful. I just need to know you can hang before I start being nice to you."

"I can definitely hang," Lois said, confidently. If Lois could win Astrid over, the woman might prove to be an asset. Even if the waitress didn't know anything about the missing women, she could still provide valuable info about the comings and goings of the club. And as a woman who also took her career seriously, Lois could empathize.

Astrid might not be connected with the missing women, but Lois would keep an eye on her anyway. She passed Lois the clothes. "Here, get dressed," Astrid said.

Lois examined the sexy waitress outfit and gave Astrid an awkward look. "A little privacy?"

"Grow up," Astrid said, rolling her eyes. "You don't have to get naked, just strip to your underwear. You're wearing underwear, right?"

"Yeah," Lois said, keeping her tone combative as she shimmied out of the tight red pants to reveal the thong she wore underneath, nestled right between her curvy butt cheeks.

Astrid was examining her assets. "Not bad, new girl," the goth woman said. "By the way, I didn't get your name."

"Lois," Lois said, almost without thinking, as she slipped off her jacket and spandex top and was down to just her bra and panties. The first part of the uniform was a pair of fishnet stockings covered in glittery sparkles, guaranteed to bring attention to Lois' smooth and curvy legs. The reporter sat down in the desk chair, bunching the stockings up at the toe, before sliding then onto her feet and smoothly tugging them into place over her lovely legs. Astrid watched in approval, then passed Lois a short black skirt that came to the top of her thighs. It was a little tight, but Lois could manage. Finally, there was a halter top covered in golden sequins. Astrid helped Lois with the strap around her neck, and adjusted the top so that the reporter's bra wasn't showing. Combined with the flashy stockings and the glittering gold top, the waitress uniform was sexy and eye-catching. Lois couldn't help but chuckle at the fact that blending in as a waitress meant wearing such an ostentatious outfit.

"Not bad, Lois," Astrid said, checking the reporter out and nodding in approval. "Now for the shoes."

Lois was about to slide her own shoes back on, but then Astrid produced a pair of glittery gold platform wedges. Before Lois could take them, Astrid was already kneeling down and taking the journalist's right foot, so she could guide it into the shoe and then secure the ankle strap. Astrid followed the same procedure with the left foot and finally, Lois Lane's waitress outfit was in place. Astrid offered the reporter a pair of gold bracelets for each wrist, and a glittery gold bow tie for Lois' neck. "How's it look?" Lois asked, although there was a standup mirror on the back of the door that the curious reporter was already analyzing.

The top combined with her bra to offer a tantalizing view of her cleavage. The shoes and fishnets showcased Lois' legs, and the heels worked with the tight skirt to deliciously showcase her round butt. If Lois was trying to go undercover as a sexy club waitress, she definitely looked the part. Her train of thought was interrupted when Astrid led her back to the desk chair and began adjusting Lois' hair. "I can do my own hair and makeup," Lois objected.

"Sure you can," Astrid said, the goth woman's tone condescending again. "You may have noticed, but I have a certain look."

It was impossible not to notice Astrid's short, stylish black hair. And her perfect makeup, with the satiny dark red lips and the sparkly obsidian eye shadow. Lois couldn't help but get snarky back. "You're not the first goth I've met." Lois didn't bother naming some of the fantastical beings she had run-ins with over the years.

"Yep," Astrid said, with an eerie hint of malicious joy in her voice. "And since you're my trainee, I pick your look. Sit still, Lois."

The journalist wanted to object, but she had come too far now to blow her cover. So Lois Lane sat still while Astrid applied the same satiny red lipstick to her own lips, then the sparkly black eye-shadow to her eyes. It looked incredible on Lois, but Astrid couldn't resist adding a hint of blush to give Lois' cheeks a rosy, youthful glow. Lois could hardly believe her reflection. "This is a little much," she said, as Astrid worked her hair over, combing out two black ponytails that hung to Lois' shoulders, before tying them off with glittery gold ribbons. "Seriously, pigtails?" Lois objected.

"Guys like them, besides you look amazing," Astrid said. "And since your job tonight is to help me, and more importantly, to help me get tips, I want you looking as hot as possible. Understand?"

Lois shot back a defiant look, but she knew it was better not to argue. She needed to tolerate the outfit, the makeup, and even Astrid to keep up her cover. Still, she couldn't resist little sarcasm. "Yeah, I got it," the reporter said sharply.

"Great!" Astrid said, clapping her hands and helping Lois to her feet. Lois stumbled for a moment in the unfamiliar gold heels, but soon found her footing. "I already got drink orders for some corporate party, you can help with those and play shot girl. You ready?"

Astrid was already shoving Lois' clothes and handbag into a locker in the closet, but Lois still had her phone. She tucked it into into the waistband of her skirt and nodded at Astrid. "Ready."

Deeper in the club, Toyman's proxy kept watching.

Lois could finally blend in with the other staff. Should she keep playing along and help Astrid with the party? Or since she now had the waitress uniform, should she ditch Astrid at the first chance and try to explore the club further?