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Chapter 7 by Zeebop Zeebop

Where Does Lois Go?

Escape

Maria bit her lip as she pulled her skirt on over the strap-on harness. "Honey..." she said as she looked at Lois. "I don't have time to explain, but we have to get you out of here. You're in danger."

Lois placed a hand on her stomach as a sudden wave of nausea hit her, but staggered to her feet. The barmaid helped the half-naked reporter to her feet. She eyed the bottomless woman's exposed pussy and ass.

"No time for pants." Maria said as she wrapped Lois' jacket around the drunken reporter's waist, to cover her front, leaving her bare butt hanging out. Together, they staggered out of the bathroom and back into the club.

The barmaid rushed to a maintenance door in the bathroom—which, drunk as she was, Lois noticed was newer and sturdier than the rest of the fixtures, and had a biometric keypad. The barmaid laid her palm flat against the electronic rectangle next to the door, and the bolts unlocked with a heavy thunk.

They traveled along a back corridor; doors led off to offices, storage closets, a breakroom. A large man with a bald head, black glasses, and an earpiece stood in front of a door at the end of it, a heavy pistol visible in a shoulder holster—the lack of concealment alone let Lois know they were close to something big.

The guard raised an eyebrow.

"Miss Maria." He grumbled. "What's happening here?"

"My friend here has just had a little too much to drink, Terry." She said, with a smile. "We're just going to...go...out the back."

"Uh-huh." He said. "Your friend. She authorized to be back here?"

"She was auditioning for a job." Maria lied smoothly.

Lois smiled, trying to look drunk. It wasn't hard.

Terry took a step forward. Leaned down far enough that Maria started to back up. "And what happens if I don't believe you?"

"I could...make it worth your while?" Maria said. She smiled wider. "I know how you like it..."

Terry's scowl deepened. "Now I know you're pulling something."

"Nah, man. You know I like it too..."

Lois couldn't read all the nonverbals between those two, but she knew there was only one way out of here. She reached out and unzipped Terry's fly.

What Does Lois Do?

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