Getting out of there

Both hands still firmly pressed on her bare breasts, Lois risked a look out of the door. A red and black helicopter was disappearing into the sky, and most of the camera crews were packing up to follow it. Wonder Woman was still lying on the ground, but beginning to stir.

"Psst!" Lois whispered to her, trying to get the hero's attention but not the cameras'. "Psst! Miss... Woman?"

Wonder Woman sat up, then realised her impressive chest was still hanging out from her costume. With some effort, she was able to shove her breasts back inside the armoured chestpiece, still without noticing Lois.

"Hey!" Lois hissed at her, "Over here!"

Wonder Woman got to her feet, looking around. Then she raised a wrist communicator to her mouth.

"Bruce, it's Diana." she spoke into it, "Something weird is happening in Metropolis, I'll meet you at the cave."

"No, wait!" Lois hissed, but Diana leapt up into the air and was gone. "Right... Now what?"

Sighing, Lois carefully stepped through the doorway and outside into the ruins of the outer building. She could see some TV reporters around her summarising the events to their cameras so she hurried to a broken section of wall for cover, trying not to be seen in their background.

Lois kept low, crawling along behind the wall, bare buttocks wiggling as she went, nude breasts swaying. Her loose stocking snagged on a piece of rubble and she did not realise until it was halfway off her leg, at which point she decided it was not worth stopping to pull it back on, so left it behind.

A few metres away, police had arrived and were sealing the area off and moving reporters back. Looking around, Lois saw she was temporarily unobserved, so she rose from her cover and ran across open ground until she could dive behind another pile of bricks.

Near to her stood a policewoman, talking into her radio. Feeling glad it was a woman rather than a man, Lois broke cover again and, hands pressed against her breasts once more, approached the woman, who did not seem pleased to see her.

"Hey, excuse me," Lois began, "I need to talk to you."

"Yeah?" the cop looked her up and down, "What, did a john stiff you on payment? Look, sweetie, we're trying to clear up a proper emergency here."

"What?"

"I'm busy, so I won't book you for soliciting if you push off now."

"You won't... I'm not a hooker!"

"Of course not, I can tell by the outfit. You're a supreme court judge, right?"

"My outfit? I was dressed when I got here, my clothes got torn off! I'm a reporter for the Daily Planet..."

"Working your way through journalism school by turning tricks? Cute."

"Really, I'm not a hooker! Look, a criminal named Harley Quinn was responsible for me losing my clothes, and she's going to put something in the water supply."

"Cute story, guess the clients pay extra for sympathy? Now really, get lost."

"I... I..."

"Hey, red." the policewoman was starting to look at Lois angrily. The reporter felt especially ****, standing in front of her nearly totally naked, unable to convince the other woman of what she was saying, "This was the site of a major crime, we've got tapes to go over and witnesses to talk to, and the superhero who was involved just took off. So if you keep taking up my time I'm going to lock you in the car until I'm done, then run you downtown to book you for hooking. Or you can just get out of my sight."

Lois swallowed hard.

"I'll... Get out of your sight?"

"Good decision."