Lois helps Astrid with the party

Lois strutted through the kitchen in her waitress outfit, dutifully following behind Astrid as she led the reporter back to the bar. Curious staff members couldn't resist sneaking looks at the sexy new waitress, especially with how the uniform propped up Lois' full breasts and the skirt hugged her curvy bottom. The fishnets and heels made her legs look fantastic, and even in the loud club, her every loud step demanded attention. Lois felt the eyes on her, but she couldn't get distracted now. She had to investigate further and find those missing women. A tray of drinks was waiting for Astrid, along with a separate tray with an assortment of different shots for Lois. There was a variety of different colored liquids, but Lois noticed the same pink and yellow mix she got from the bartender earlier that night. She was about to ask what exactly the drink was, but Astrid's voice interrupted her. The waitress' voice was commanding. "You know how to be a shot girl?"

Lois quirked an eyebrow and couldn't help but answer sarcastically. "Pour shots?"

"Don't be a smart ass," Astrid barked. "You doing your job means I get more tips, which means you get more tips, new girl. Besides pouring shots, your job is to smile, be pleasant, happy, and friendly."

"Got it," Lois said, trying to sound less sarcastic, but not doing a very good job of it.

Astrid grabbed her tray, then helped Lois with hers, still instructing her the entire time. "This is a party for some mid level executives from Cadmus Labs. Probably on the company's dime, so they have money to burn. So stay energetic, stay fun, be willing to approach and engage. Understand, new girl?"

Lois hoisted up her own tray, mumbling, "I understand," as she and Astrid carried their load of drinks through the double doors and into the club beyond.

Eyes were still on her, but Lois realized that as a waitress, she was already part of the background. People might check her out in the sexy costume, but there was nothing suspicious about a waitress serving drinks in a club. Astrid led the way, and Lois couldn't help but notice the confident stride and sway of the goth waitress' hips as she followed along. Bouncers helped keep patrons out of their way as they carried the trays through a curtain, leading up a stairway to a private balcony. Even over the pulsating club music, Lois could hear the Cadmus executives. Obviously this wasn't their first round of drinks, as she and Astrid arrived to a cheer from a group of a dozen men, all exuding frat boy energy. Astrid's demeanor changed immediately, and she gave them a bright smile Lois hadn't seen once when they were speaking. Astrid clearly saved her smile for paying customers. "Hey, boys," she said, carrying the drinks to a nearby table with an extra sensual swing to her hips. She bent over to set the tray down and offered the men a generous view of her cleavage. "Miss me?"

Most of the men confirmed that they did, as Astrid went to work passing their drinks out. The goth waitress snapped her fingers at Lois, motioning for the undercover reporter to assist. Lois balanced her shot tray, but handed out a single drink before Astrid gently elbowed her in the side. "Smile!" Astrid whispered harshly. Lois did so, plastering a fake smile on her face as the rest of the drinks were passed out. Once that was done, the executives were already eying Lois, curious about Astrid's new trainee. Astrid took the chance to introduce her. "It's her first night, so take it easy and keep those hands to yourselves," Astrid said, with a fake laugh. The guys laughed along and Astrid gave Lois another nudge, whispering. "Go ahead and introduce yourself, you don't have to give them your real name."

Lois wanted to be anywhere else at that moment, but Cadmus employees could be connected to the disappearances. At the very least, she needed to maintain her cover, plus spending some time around **** executives might give her the chance to overhear some classified info. Maybe Lois could even ply them with **** in hopes of loosening their lips even further and revealing some company secrets. She had to play along, but Lois Lane was still too smart to give them her real name. "Hi, there," she said, trying to make her fake smile look a little more genuine and mimic some of Astrid's coquettish tone. "I'm... Lo...Lola."

Astrid tried not to laugh as Lois anxiously introduced herself, but she took control of the conversation again, squeezing next to Lois and giving her a quick side-hug. "Lola is my apprentice for tonight," Astrid explained. "She's helping me with drinks, but she's also brought an assortment of tasty shots, just for you guys. If you need a shot, Lola's your girl!"

"That's right!" Lois said, mustering up as much fake enthusiasm as she could. The phony smile was beginning to wear on her, but she had to play along. Lois studied her shot tray, the different options available, more of that pink and yellow concoction. Astrid looked at Lois expectantly, and the reporter was about to stammer out a recommendation, before her train of thought was interrupted and the reporter let out a surprised squeak. "Eek!"

One of the executives pulled Lois onto his lap. She somehow managed to keep the shot tray steady as he did so. Remembering she was wearing a skirt, Lois quickly crossed her legs, bobbing her foot anxiously, showing off her golden heel as she did. The executive studied her cleavage as much as he was studying her shot tray, and Lois could feel his hard-on pressing into her butt. "So Lola," the man asked, his hand caressing Lois' back through her uniform. "What would you recommend?"

Lois' first thought was the pink and yellow drink. She had already had a little herself, but was curious to see if there were any side effects. If she played her cards right, she could probably ply this guy with that particular shot. There were others in tasty shades of blue and green and red and clear. Eager to answer the question and get off the executive's lap, Lois answered...