Lois Takes The Cup So As Not To Make A Scene

With a smile and a nod, Lois Lane picked up the sippy cup, then moved away from the bar into the crowd. It made her feel slightly ridiculous. Her she was, an adult woman, with a plastic cup with pink hearts better suited for...

Lois lost the line of thought as she noticed someone else with a cup just like hers.

It was a young woman, her golden hair in curls, in a white retro-chic tube dress that stretched from her prominent breasts to just above her knees. Pink hears dotted the folded hem at either end of the dress, and ornamented her white heels. The woman looked too young for that fashion, but she smiled, rosy-cheeked, and sipped her sippy cup as she made her way to the back of the club.

Where there was a door. A white door with pink hearts all around the frame. Garishly out of place for a club like this. The reporter wove through the crowd, sippy cup in hand, making a bee-line for the door. Without appearing to be watching, Lois noticed the woman go up to the door—there was a security guard, of course, a no-nonsense lineback whose shoulders had to be four feet across—and when he saw her raise her sippy cup, he opened it for her, and she disappeared through it.

A private room! Lois thought. And Trixie gave me the pass to get in! That has to be where whatever is happening at this club is going down!

Lois couldn't see what was beyond the door in that brief moment. She only caught a haze of pink and yellow light flashing. Yet as she made her way up to the guard, she held the sippy cup up just as the blonde had...and the guard opened the door for her.

The reporter paused for a moment as bright, strobing pink and yellow lights burst into her vision. She blinked rapidly as her eyes tried to adjust to the light. Then the guard's hand smacked gently against her ass and pushed the reporter over the threshold.

The door closed behind her with a definite "click."