She's a waitress

The security guard towered over Lois, waiting for her answer. He crossed his arms impatiently, and the reporter could tell that any further delay would make her story less believable. She looked around at the torrent of wait staff constantly going in and out of the kitchen. That was a believable enough story, surely a club like this had a high turnover rate. "Sorry again," Lois said, deciding on her answer. "I'm a waitress. It's my first night and honestly, I'm a little embarrassed, because I'm not even sure who I'm supposed to talk to."

Lois offered the bouncer a weak, **** smile, hoping he would sympathize with her enough to believe the lie. His arms stayed crossed as he sized her up, before he finally bellowed, "Astrid! We got a new girl!"

A waitress looked in their direction. Her short black hair and gothic makeup were done up to perfection, and the sexy waitress uniform only made her look more alluring. Her eyes were bedazzled in sparkly obsidian eye shadow, and her lips were painted in a dark, satiny red. A quartet of waitresses surrounded Astrid, but she barked table assignments at them and they scattered in terror. She seemed intimidating, and as she strutted over to Lois and the bouncer, Lois could tell Astrid was already in an ill mood. The goth beauty looked her up and down, then looked at the bouncer, who motioned back at Lois. "Seriously?" Astrid asked. "This is your first night?"

Lois had come too far to blow her cover, so she nodded back. "Yep, first night," she said, with an innocent smile. Astrid didn't seem like a particularly pleasant boss, but on the bright side, posing as a waitress might offer Lois more leeway to explore the club.

"I always get stuck with the trainees," Astrid said bitterly, rolling her eyes. She led Lois to the office. What an opportunity! Maybe this was Lois' chance to search the office for more clues about the missing women. But the thought was interrupted as Astrid looked her up and down again, and then grumbled in frustration. "And you're not even in uniform."

"Uniform?" Lois blinked in confused. Of course, the waitress all wore sexy outfits, but that wouldn't be much different than the shiny red pants and black crop top she was already wearing. "Right, sorry, I actually didn't get one yet."

Astrid grumbled in irritation once they were inside the office. It was larger than Lois expected, and she noticed a desktop computer, along with a few security monitors. Astrid busied herself searching through extra uniforms in a nearby closet while Lois sat next down at the computer. Noticing Astrid was distracted, Lois scrolled through some of the security feeds, seeing nothing strange among the clubbers and employees shown on the screen. She pulled her phone out and set it on top of the computer, where it began scanning for information on the missing women, or any other suspicious activity. All benefits of the state-of-the-art tech provided by the Daily Planet.

Astrid called out from the closet, asking Lois her clothing sizes. Lois called back, realizing this was a prime opening. If she could shut and lock the closet door, Astrid would be trapped and Lois would be free to further investigate the club's computer system. Or she could keep up her ruse, slip on the waitress uniform and go undercover as Astrid's trainee. Posing as a waitress might offer more opportunities to further explore the club.