Outside...with the Idol

Lois hesitated, eyes glassy, as her hand hovered over the bottle. It wouldn't be easy to smuggle a bottle out of the bar. She licked her lips, then her eyes focused on the idol—and an impulse hit her. If she was going to steal something, why go small? The shrine was obviously a big part of whatever was going on down here...the idol was probably the biggest clue in this place...

The reporter placed both hands on the idol and lift it. It came away a bit lighter than she expected. Porous volcanic stone—and possibly hollow, though she didn't want to test that right now. As her heart pounded in her chest, she quickly shucked jacket and shirt, to stand in the hallway in just her bra. She hugged the idol against her flat stomach, let the knob of a head push up her breasts.

She squatted down, to hold the idol against her belly with her thighs as she struggled back into the shirt, pulled it down as far over the dome of the belly as it would go—then pulled the waistband of her red disco pants up, as far as they would stretch. The result was not ideal; a dark grey band was visible, and she needed at least one hand to hold it in place if she stood up. Carefully, Lois tied her jacket around her new "waist." The arms were barely long enough, and it probably wouldn't fool anyone that looked at it close, but to casual inspection she was just a six-months pregnant woman wearing club clothes.

The stairs proved a problem. She had to hold the stone belly with both hands and go up sideways. Lois regretted her heels now, wondered at which dark step she would slip and break her ass, but over the course of many long minutes, she got up to the top of the stairs.

She breathed, panted a little. A good workout, and the Daily Planet's best reporter was glad she was in shape. Lois sidled up to the doorway that led back to the club, did a quick survey. The dance floor was out of the question, and if she went past the bar Maria or Sal would definitely have questions...but there was a fire door, not ten feet away, that would probably lead to an alley out the back. Then she could walk around the back, call a cab, and be home free.

Lois didn't spend much time on the plan. She went for it. Anyone who glanced in her direction saw a pregnant woman, too pregnant for a club, waddle toward the fire door and disappear through it.

Maria watched from the bar. Her ear buzzed

"Let her go," Blaze said into the microphone. On the monitor, she saw Lois in the alley, one hand still held up the belly as the other dialed desperately. Ran a thumb over the head of her cock, and brought the digit up to her lips to lick the smear of cum from it. "The night is just getting started, for her."