She Tries Not To Stare At Valeria's Breasts

Taken aback by the Latina's forwardness, Lois Lane sipped her drink and **** herself to look into those almost-black eyes. Anything to keep herself from staring at those breasts.

"I came here looking for some women..." Lois said, not sure whether honesty was the best policy or not. Valeria's easy smile grew wider as she leaned in closer, her breasts almost rubbing against the reporter's smaller chest. "...not like that. I'm a reporter. These women have gone missing..."

Even in the noise of the bar, Valeria was a good listener. Her eyes rested on Lois Lane's like two dark mirrors in which the reporter could see herself. Perhaps it was the ****—and the other, secret ingredient which Lois knew nothing about—in the drink that made Lois so talkative, as she explained her entire investigation, while Valeria rarely spoke except to ask a question.

As the bar swiftly filled up, the two of them became like a small island of calm amid the sea...and abruptly, Lois reached the end of her story. She had long ago reached the end of her cocktail, and was almost through with another one.

"Pendejo!" Valeria ejaculated, as a drunken fratboy, careening off the dance floor, knocked into them both. Beer spilled over both of them, and instinctively Lois looked down and stared with strange and terrible wonder as the fabric of her blouse became soaked, the heavy, soft breasts now clearly visible.

"Come on!" Valeria grabbed the reporter's hand and half-dragged her off the stool. "I have a change of clothes in the back."

Lois Lane blinked...and then she put the pieces together.

Valeria must work at the club! If she can get me back into the employee-only areas, I can ask around to see if anyone has seen the missing women...

So she let herself be led, sliding through the crowd, the pleasant buzz of the drinks seeming to add an extra degree of grace to her movement, at least in her own mind. Valeria pushed open the door to the world behind the club...and the music and dull roar of the busy club fell away as they picked their way through a storage area of boxes of booze and napkins and barware.