Lois recommends the pink and yellow shot

There was an odd tingle in Lois' brain, as she sat on the executive's lap, dressed in her sexy waitress uniform, feeling his cock press into her butt. Trixie gave her one of the yellow and pink drinks when she first arrived, and she had to admit it was delicious. If this was just a normal night out, if she wasn't here undercover searching for those missing women, if Lois Lane was just someone at a club trying to enjoy herself... Then she certainly wouldn't mind another pink and yellow drink. So she slid one from the tray, forcing a smile, and held it up for the executive. "This one is..." Lois began, trying to think of the perfect way to phrase it. "...delish!"

"Sounds great!" the executive said, taking the shot from Lois' hand. The reporter breathed a sigh of relief and was eager to hop off his lap, but before she could move, he slid the glass between her cleavage, propped up into a prominent display by her waitress uniform. "How about a body shot?"

"How about hell no," Lois said, glaring at the grabby patron.

The undercover reporter went to pull the shot from her boobs, but Astrid was their to smack her hand, delivering a glare of her own. "Don't be such a prude, Lola!" Astrid said, smiling at the partiers. "No hands!" The executive obliged with a leering smirk, as he pressed his mouth to Lois Lane's tits and his mouth seized the shot. Lois felt his hot breath winding through her uniform for just a moment, tickling her tummy and bringing her sensitive nipples to life. The executives all cheered, and among the excitement, Lois seized the opportunity to get back to her feet. She stumbled for a moment in her heels, keeping the tray steady, as Astrid assisted her. "Your turn, Lola!" Astrid said, laughing, and there was more cheering.

The goth waitress took another one of the pink and yellow drinks from the tray, and squeezed it seductively in between her own breasts. Lois smiled anxiously, even apologetically, giving a fake laugh of her own. "Are you sure we should be drinking on the job?" she asked, trying to sound playful. The men all booed and Lois leaned forward, whispering angrily to Astrid. "Isn't this kind of... inappropriate?"

"She's a little shy," Astrid said, and the men laughed. Astrid was then whispering to Lois again. "We're also here to entertain, and the more entertaining we are, the better the tips... So, new girl, start entertaining..." She stuck her boobs out at Lois, with the shot resting between them, and then Astrid gave the reporter a smack on her shapely rear. "Take that shot, Lola. And remember, no hands!"

The drunken men were chanting "TAKE THAT SHOT!" and Lois knew she had to keep her cover up. She wasn't eager to drink more of the pink and yellow concoction, whatever it was, but surely one more shot wouldn't hurt. The men chanting, and Astrid staring at her, Lois flashed a flirty smile and bent her head down to Astrid's perfect pale boobs. The reporter's lips wrapped gently around the rim of the glass, and her mouth seized it steadily. Lois Lane lifted her head up, like she was retrieving the prize from a naughty crane machine, then tilted back and felt the shot wash down her throat.

The executives roared with approval, as Astrid pulled the shot glass gently from Lois' mouth and set it back on the tray. "Good job, new girl," Astrid said, and there was a round of applause from the executives. Lois was embarrassed over having to put on such a lewd display just to keep her cover up, but she smiled back.

Astrid went back to passing out drinks, but then they were joined by a third waitress. She was in the same sexy gold and black outfit as Lois and Astrid, and was a thirty-something women with long brown hair and alluring red lips. A realization struck Lois. This was one of the missing women! Rebecca Barker, a Cadmus scientist, last seen three weeks prior. But why was she dressed as a waitress? And why was she waiting on a bunch of her former colleagues?

"Hi, boys! Miss me?" Rebecca chirped cheerfully, as she skillfully sashayed from table to table with her own tray of drinks and shots, dropping them off at their destinations, while bantering playfully with her former coworkers. One of the drunker executives gave Rebecca's butt a quick squeeze, but she only laughed it off.

From the security room, Toyman's proxy kept watching, a sinister smile etched across his face. He was eager to see the drink take effect on Lois.

But back in the VIP room, Lois had to consider her next move. Astrid expected her to continue helping with the party, but perhaps Lois could think of an excuse to sneak away. And one of the missing women was right in front of her! Lois was **** to question Rebecca right in front of everyone, but this might be her only chance!