Lois Is Not Caught

The idol was heavy. Within three steps, Lois Lane could feel it tugging at her pussy muscles. The reporter gave silent thanks to her kegel exercises, that let her squeeze and grip it to keep the Amazonian artifact from sliding out, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to keep the thing stashed inside her "treasure box" indefinitely.

Still, Lois kept her cap pulled low and head down as she made her way back toward the door she had come in at. The trick was to walk with a purpose, but not so fast as to attract attention. The reporter didn't want to go through the charade of trying to mop anything, she just wanted to get out of the museum as quickly and easily as possible...

She heard steps behind her, heels on the floor, and the reporter frowned. The woman from the restroom. The reporter studiously ignored her. Lois lengthened her stride, feeling the added tug on her pussy. Her abs were burning and she was beginning to sweat...

The steps faded away. Lois stepped through a door into the employee's only area, but didn't slow down.

Touch as little as possible, she remembered the advice Selina had given her. Most places are designed to keep people out, not in. Just find the door. Guards aren't paid to chase, and are **** to leave the property limits.

Her palms were sweaty. It was like a high-stakes poker game, that same kind of dread and excitement, mixed together. The jittery energy that you felt but couldn't dare show, or the whole game would be up. Worse than that, the Amazonian artifact was rubbing her pussy on the inside and it felt...good.

The reporter's face flushed as she opened the door. There was someone outside, a security guard having a smoke. She caught a look at them. Male, 20s, short-cropped blonde hair...and Lois knew she needed to distract them, just for a moment, just so they couldn't see her face...

Automatically she was pulling her coveralls open, opening her shirt, scratching under her black lace bra, and whoops the catch came loose... Lois heard him cough as he caught sight of her bare breasts, but by then she was moving past him, pulling the shirt back down, and the guard was coughing and **** on the cigarette they'd damn near swallowed.

Just like that, Lois Lane got away, the prize rubbing her sensitive spots inside her cunt.