Lois Forgot To Grab Her Clothes

Out in the corridor, pussy pinched painfully tight, the reporter realized suddenly that she was naked as the day she was born. Lois hugged a hand over her breasts, and slid the other one down between her legs, looking this way and that as she fast-walked to the stairs...but she had no idea what she was going to do when she hit the floor of the club. It had been packed when she left, and the reporter had no doubt that there would be even more there now.

And it was at least forty or fifty feet from the stairwell to the bathroom. Normally, Lois would just find a quite corner and piss in it like an animal but...her mind slid off the option, her body flinching and pussy clamping a little tighter, even though her muscles felt painfully clenched as it was.

Lois Lane was as confident in her body as most women. Which is to say, a bundle of neuroses from an entire life lived in a society that seemed to judge her by her appearance every moment of every day. She didn't mind wandering around her apartment naked, and could just about manage a shower room at the gym without feeling _too _self-conscious. But even at work she was careful about what she wore so as not to show too much skin. Now, the prospect of going the full Lady Godiva...and not even having enough hair to cover her nipples...was making her break out in a cold sweat.

I could try and...what? Attack somebody and take their clothes? No, that would be stupid. And there's nothing to really cover me. I'm just going to have to...walk out there, quickly and quietly, and go straight to the bathroom.

The reporter felt queasy just thinking about that as she climbed the stairs. It wasn't just all those strange people seeing her naked, it was her reputation. One asshole with a camera and Lois Lane's nude walk would be all over the internet. At the same time, Lois Lane felt like she was about to explode. It was like she was six years old all over again, ready to piss herself at any moment, except she couldn't. She was in pain and embarrassed, and as she stepped to the top of the stairs she hesitated.

This is the moment, she thought to herself. Either I walk out there like a boss, or I sprint, or...or what? Maybe if I covered my face with my hands, I could have plausible deniability if anyone takes pictures, and then...and then they still see my nipples and my pussy. Fuck! What do I do!?