Lois Steals The Book

Lois closed the book and clutched it to her chest. Whatever was going on here, this felt like the heart of it. If she could get it out of here, someone like Zatanna could help her figure out what this cult was up to, maybe help her find the missing women.

The tricky part was getting out of here with the loot.

For the first time this evening, the reporter cursed her choice of tight clothing. She didn't have a backpack or any other way to really conceal a sizable volume. It would stick out like a sore thumb if she just stuck it under her shirt. Her jacket was big enough to conceal it, but there was no way to hold it in place without looking conspicuous.

Unless...

With an eye toward the door to make sure no one was watching, the reporter quickly shucked her jacket, t-shirt, and bra. If she slipped the book in the shirt, tied the bottom into a knot, and threaded the bra through the t-shirt's sleeves, she could hang the bra strap to the hanging loop at the back of the collar. A crude but perfectly functional backpack...as long as Lois Lane didn't mind her breasts on full display.

Zipping up the jacket would make it clear there was something underneath it, she needed the hang for the effect to work. Lois tried it on, feeling the weight of the book pulling at her shoulders, drawing the lapels away to make her boobs clearly visible. Crossing her arms in front of her chest to cover them wouldn't work either, she could feel the rise in the back when she did that. It was tits-out or nothing.

Not that they'll be out there long, she told herself. Just until I get out of the club. Then I can zip up, call a cab, and go figure out this mystery.

It was as good a plan as Lois Lane could think of right now...but her heart was hammering at her chest, her nipples hard and erect, excitement shivering down her spine. She wasn't ashamed of her body, but public nudity had just never been something she'd considered. Now she was about to go upstairs into a crowded club full of horny twenty-somethings, basically advertising her breasts...

A part of her was mortified. Another part was excited. Lois wasn't sure which was worse.