Pull The Fire Alarm, Escape In The Rush

The exits were all guarded. Lois Lane knew there had to be a back way out. All she needed was a distraction. Which is when she saw the fire alarm, right on the wall next to the kitchen door. The reporter kept a placid smile to her face and followed Rebecca to the drink-mixing station.

It wasn't a complicated plan, but complicated plans had the disadvantage of often going wrong. Lois Lane aimed to act natural, pull the fire alarm, then grab Rebecca and follow the rush of guests out into the street. If she had to, the reporter knew she could knee a guard in the crotch, though the reporter hoped it didn't come to that. This outfit wasn't made for fighting.

Absently nodding her head as the brilliant scientist rambled inanely about how tasty the drinks were and how she was looking forward to the end of her shift, Lois Lane used her peripheral vision to fix who was where, and which was the best escape route.

"...I don't know about you, but I could really use an orgasm or twelve," Becky said with a giggle.

"What women doesn't?" Lois Lane said distractedly, as Becky loaded up a tray with drinks. When it was full, Lois picked it up with both hands...and that was the only tricky part of her plan. With both hands occupied, there was no way to pull the lever without dropping the tray. The reporter wondered whether she could feign an accident...trip in her golden heels, grab for the wall...

"It used to be I went months without an orgasm," Rebecca said, her voice suddenly dreamy, the smile fading from her face. Lois saw the great bosoms heave suddenly as Becky took a long, shuddering breath. "Months and months, never touched. Before I started working here...before I came here, I hardly came at all..."

The woman's brow crinkled, lost in thought...or no, Lois realized. Trying to think and failing. It was almost sad, watching this once brilliant woman struggle to remember something that was obviously just on the tip of her brain.

Then the moment passed. Rebecca blinked rapidly, and her easy smile came back, the light returned to her eyes. Rebecca was gone, and she was Becky again. She straightened up, her tits jutting out proudly as she lifted the tray and handed it to Lois.

"You'll see, Lola! Once you've been here a little while, and your tits come in...you'll get all the orgasms you could ever want! Now let's get back, sometimes the guests get fresh..."

"Lola" smiled back and, with the tray full of drinks in her hand, followed Becky back the way they had come. Lois kept smiling as she drew nearer and nearer the fire alarm...until it was now or never...