Guardians of the Zone: Against the gangs of Mydon

Susan Storm-Richards couldn't believe her predicament. Here she was on some dirty couch with a young alien punk kid. They had just smoked a drug. Or inhaled it. Of that she was sure. It was "Crawl", or "Slo" as the kids of this system called it. Susan had been on a task force to stop the spread of this vile drug in the Negative Zone. Why had she agreed? Why had she been so eager to take it. Hell, why had she even agreed to meet this boy? This was a fucking date? With a teenage boy?

"Crawl" was dangerous. Rumor had it, that a creature had emerged from the Crossroads of Inifinty with bags of the drug then known as "Slo-Mo". Someone known as "Master Death" or something. Maybe it was "Judge Death". A skeleton like creature bearing this dangerous drug and how to make it.

The boy had given her the inhaler and stupidly Susan sucked it down. She saw the rainbow like smoke of the drug. She felt it instantly. The world, the universe, and reality slowed down to a Crawl...hence the name. All her senses became instantly heightened. Each touch felt intense and prolonged. And the fucking little shit was sucking on Susan's ear in the back of hotel. Her body was on fire. She kept trying to fight it, to fight the sensation, to fight the horny boy.

The boy's fingers were pressing on her skirt. Right over her sensitive area. Cross your legs, she told herself, in an effort to protest. But everything seemed so fucking slow. She knew the horny kid was searching with his hand for her pussy mounds, covered in the skirt. Would he ever find it? How long had he been searching? While she told herself to cross her legs, she tried, and it took her an hour to even move them.

During her struggle to cross her legs, the searching teens hand found the top of her skirt covered caneltoe slit and pressed right on her clitoris. For what seemed like ages Susan's mouth swung open, slowly, ever so slowly to let out a gasp at the incursion. Why had she dressed so suggestively for this punk? She was paying for it.

Despite her protests and resistance, the boys constant seemingly never ending searching for her panty covered pussy had her body eager and dripping in her loins. When he found the sensitive bud to press, Susan's resistance broke, if there ever was any and she came hard.

She watched in shock and horror as the boys head turned and moved towards hers. Her body cumming hard for what felt like an hour, her mouth agape. She couldn't fight the hungry horny teens lips when they smashed upon hers. A tongue ever so slowly pushed into her mouth. She wanted to fight, but her head turned slowly and her tongue pushed slowly against the boys.

You're kissing this little punk, she told herself, unable to stop the slow passionate kiss. You're doing it...again.

A warm hand found her navel, and searched for the waistband of her skirt. Would he ever find it? It felt like he was searching forever. She was so eager for his hand to just slip inside. Why? Did she truly want this? The hand move around and finally dipped down, past her uniform and below her white panties. She finally felt the warm fingers slide down her skin. Slowly and further and farther. It drove her insane. It seemed like an eternity as the fingers slid down, and suddenly hit her slit. Her now sopping wet slit.

The boys fingers hit her clit and she came hard again, an impossibly long orgasm. Her legs were not crossed, instead wide open. Her hips pumping up. It was now her tongue that pushed into the teens mouth and her head pushing his down in a reverse of the control of the passion of the kiss.

Her own hand running up his right thigh. Where was it? The thing she searched for? How long would it take to...there...the bluge. Her fingers gripped the hard cock in the boys pants.

You're making out with an eighteen year old alien kid, Susan, she told herself. Getting fingered no less.

How things had changed in a few days....

A few days prior...

Drexson, the Mydonian hotel 'go-for' walked around holding a round tray of wine glasses. The Paragon Moon Grand Hotel was holding a Tyannan wine and cheese mixer in the lobby. The young yellow alien moved slowly through the crowd.

He felt a bump on his back, and saw his darker orange skinned cousin Drasson laughing as he pushed past Drexson, causing the yellow alien to fall forward. The glasses began to fall.

"Watch where you're going Drex!" Drasson chuckled, clearly intending the outcome

Except, the glasses didn't fall. They hung in the air as if floating.

"Maybe you should watch where you're going," a female voice spoke from behind a crowd. The group of aliens gasped clearing the way for a woman in a blue uniform with a "4" over the left breast.

Susan Storm-Richards stood, arms crossed staring unapprovingly at the pranking orange skinned alien. She used her powers to return the glasses to the round tray. "Are you alright," she asked Drex, helping him set up the glasses.

The young boy nodded at the beauty. "Thank you...," he noted the annoted heroine's eyes followed the orange alien youth disapprovingly. "Its ok, he's my cousin," Drex told the beauty.

"Seems like a punk!" Sue stated. With her arms still crossed. "Where do I check in here?"

Drex pointed to a fat short Baluuran women at the front desk. "Over there." He watched as a large tree like being came up bearing a luggage bag. Next to him was a small robot with golden and red armor that bore a green hood in its horned head.

"I am groot!" The tree stated. And Dex knew instantly who it was...Groot, a member of the Negative Zone Guardians.

Susan nodded. "That's fine Groot." She told her companion. "You and Yolo get back to the ship." The heroine commanded. The girl took the luggage and walked to the front desk. Dex swore the small robots eyes were locked on Susan's tight muscular ass. In fact, Dex found himself looking at the pert ass himself.

The Invisible Woman made her way to the portly Baluuran alien woman. "I'm checking in," she sighed. She didn't want to stay here. But Jamdek, the High Councilor of the Stewards of Mydon insisted. A reward for helping to unite the Shadow City Collective with the Mydon Empire.

In exchange for technology and weaponry, Mydon would protect the border of the core worlds from Arthrosian Space. In a sense, the Mydon Empire and its planets and moons were a buffer between core worlds and Annihilus's lands. Since Captian Marvel, Deadpool, and Spiderman had liberated the area, Mydon had rebuffed Annihilus, now backed by the Shadow City Collective.

Susan had trained the solider on technology largely created by her husband, force fields, plasma weapons, warships, etc. In fact, she trained the so-called "Negative Force", comprised of the deviant Ransak the Reject, and another brute Deviant named Karkas. Along with the cyborg females Koly and Jannor, this Negative Force was supposed to take the place of the Sue Storm lead Negative Zone Guardians, ever since Rocket Racoon was put on jail on some backwoods Negative Zone planet....again.

The powered girl sighed as she waited in line. Maybe she needed a break. The only real ask was being the celebrity at a "Crawl" convention. Crawl was a dangerous drug that had allegedly come from some strange Skeleton like creature who crossed into the Zone from the Crossroads of Infinity. This drug, also called "slo-mo" was deadly, in that it slowed the reaction time of users down immensely. It was said the drug seemingly stopped time for users. It was running rampant on the streets of the Mydon Empire, especially moon resorts like the Paragon Moon Grand.

Sue moved up when the line cleared. The Baluuran woman smiled. "How long will your stay be?"

The Invisible Woman shrugged. "About a week I guess," she could use the break, she admitted. She didn't need to return to the positive universe for quite a while. Only a few hours had passed on Earth. Reed, Ben and Johnny were using Crystal this weekend and off against Diablo in Europe. Sue was with her Guardians; Groot, Rocket, and Yologarch the robot comprised of the personalities and mixed powers of Doom, Loki, the Red Skull and Ultron. Well, mostly robotic powers. No magic now. He was good now....sort of....maybe. He sure stared at Sue....for a robot.

The front desk clerk registered Susan, and informed her that she was staying in the High Council suite. "Very boujee!" The woman smiled and nodded, handing Susan a card. Sue had her own kitchen, gym, patio, and Jacuzzi apparently.

"I can help with the bags," the young orange skinned alien punk from earlier leered at Susan. He put his tray of drinks down, despite getting a guffaw from the desk clerk. "Let me give you a hand!"

"Do I look like I need a hand?" Sue rolled her eyes and the luggage moved on its own. She walked to the elevator.

"You look like you could use more than a hand," the boy said running his hands through his typical mydonian blue hair.

"Uggggh," Sue cringed. She saw the other boy, the nicer yellow skinned Mydonian. "Hey kid," she called. "You mind giving me a hand?" She was sticking it to the punk.

Dex eagerly made his way over and past his cousin to grab Susan's luggage. "Sure thing," he told her.

"Little Dex wouldn't know what to do with a woman if you gave him a manual," the punk cousin called sarcastically.

Sue Storm-Richards shook her head. She always found the assholes. The young kid next to her was smaller than his cousin. "You're name is Dex," she asked.

He nodded. "Dexxson actually." The boy was enamored with the beauty, trying not to gawk at her curves in the tight Fantastic Four outfit.

The pair entered the elevator, Susan's back turned towards Dex's brazen cousin. She could swear she heard a sigh and whistle from behind them. It made Sue cringe and sigh herself. "How long have you worked here Dex,"

Dex was more than eager to explain that he had been working at the resort since starting trade school at a young age. "Here on Mydo , you test after youth school to determine your career path." He went on to explain that hospitality amd business administration were coveted positions on Mydon. "I got lucky!" He smiled to himself, helping the heroine off the elevator.

"And you're cousin?" Sue asked walked to the large suite doors in front of them.

"He always gets lucky," Drex blurted out unintentionally. It wasn't supposed to come out indecently, but it did. "Thats Draccson, or Drace" he added. "He's mostly harmelss," Drex added. "Mostly."

The teenage hotel worker helped Sue to her ornate suite. She surprised him with a nice credit tip. The boy left the beauty, taking one last look at her ass himself.

Susan finally found herself alone, and had to admit it felt good. The fight with Annihilus's hordes, the shifty alliance with Shadow City, and the shenanigans of her team between Yologarch being a robo-perv, and Rocket being a regular perv and jerk. She hadn't wanted this vacation, and had been talked into it, but now she kind of enjoyed the idea of a break. Hell, all she had to do was join a panel on the dangerous drug Crawl.

It was the afternoon, and not quite dinner time. Susan wanted a shower, but she decided on a workout first.

Minutes later, Susan was down in the large gym, there were a few alien beings doing variois workouts, but not too many patrons. Susan wore her tight white yoga pants, white shoes and a white matching jacket over a pink workout top. The heroine managed to find a small area in the back. She looked around and noticed she had some coverage with the side wall away from prying eyes.

The blonde beauty took off her jacket and her shoes. She began to stretch her tight muscular body out, preparing for a session of Bikram yoga. When people asked how she kept so fit, she'd remark "stopping Galactus and Bikram yoga." She was so skilled she taught classes to younger heroines at Camp Hammond.

The girl bent down and touched her toes. She began a slow session, stretching her arms out and then her legs. Eventually, she made her way to the floor, her legs bent with feet touching the ground. Arms stretched over her head, her chest facing the ceiling heaved and sweat began to build from the intense stretch.

"Oh gods," someone muttered.

Susan shot her head up. It was that punk, Dex's cousin, staring and pretending to wipe down the counter across from Susan. Two other yellow skinned Mydonians were there with him standing by the back door. "Can I help you," Sue asked flipping over but continuing her stretch. If she got offended bu men watching her workout, she'd never get a workout in. She stretched now with her stomach touching the floor. Her chest facing to the side, but still on view of the teen. Maybe she should have worn a less revealing top.

When she did her stretch the punk teen lost composure and knocked over a water jug attached to a dispenser. Susan giggled and used her powers to stop the jug from falling. "Do you mind giving me some privacy," she added. "Or do you stand there and stare at all the guests."

Drace, the young orange skinned alien punk regained confidence cleaning the counter. "Just the super hot ones." His back was to her now.

Susan actually laughed. Didn't mean to. "Beat it kid." She blushed rolled her eyes.

"I just might," Drace chuckled and turned exposing a very obvious and noticeable boner in his purple bellhop slacks.

Sue gasped and looked away glancing quickly at the large bulge. It caused her to loae concentration. She fell on her stomach. "Shit."

The boys all snickered and left her there. Drace was sure in his mind he'd left and impression.

Get it together, Sue thought, straigthening herself out. She finished her workout, her face red from work and embarrassment. He was big though, she laughed in her head wiping her body with a towel. Get it together, she told herself again blushing once more about the image of the boys bulge.

Sue grabbed a drink at the water jug, noting the kid hadn't even cleaned the area. She made her way back to the elevator and upstairs. When she came out of the elevator, the two alien teens who'd been downstairs with the punk were walking away from her suite. Did she hear the "click" of the door? Had they gone in her room.

The teens raced down the hall, Sue staring accusingly. The heroine entered the suite, using her key. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. Maybe it was in her head.

It was time for a shower, a nice long shower. The girl walked into the large stone bathroom, similar to a roman style bath-house complete with columns and sculptures. Sue zipped down the jacket and threw it in the corner. She hooked her fingers under her top.

That's when her eyes caught the third horse-like sculpture on the sink. Small white rock sculptures of a six legged horse creature. Weren't there only two when she first came in. Each had faced the mirror above the sink and spit water into the sink. This third was different. Off in color and facing the large bathtub.

Her arms crossed and she used her powers. The horse like alien sculpture became transparent, and exposed a device. "Little fucking shit." She had the right mind to go down there and report the punks. No doubt on instruction of the one orange skinned punk. Then she recalled, Drex had said these jobs weren't just careers, these trades were a Mydonians life.

They're just perverted kids, Sue sighed and pushed the aculpture with the device to the back of the marble sink. She covered it with a towel. Not the first time someone wanted a peak, and wouldn't be the last. Psycho-man had created a whole outfit for her to get into.

It took some strength of will to not turn the lewd teens in. Susan wondered if they'd done such things to other patrons. The blonde finally undid her workout top letting her big hard tits free. Still got it, Susan smiled holding her breasts. Hard and firm like a youthful girls. Not one bit of sag. Hell, she laughed, they made that punk lose his shit, she thought, her mind going back to the bulge. Sue's knees went a little weak at the thought. Get a grip Susan, she told herself, it hasn't been that long.

The Invisible Woman had a quite dinner downstairs, happy the young teens weren't around. The polite one was mopping and she waved. She sipped a drink and sat at the bar. She wore a hat and glasses as well as a baggy sweatshirt, not wanting the attention of male aliens.

At one point, that punk, what's his name, did walk by with his two cohorts. Susan watched him, and when the teen turned to see her, Susan quickly looked away. She didn't want the kid to think she was staring.

That night Susan took a shower and slept. Her dreams were quite strange. She kept walking through the resort, flying at times. Trying to get away from the punk teen and his...his bulge.

Susan spent the next morning at the round-robin style panel on the drug Crawl, hearing the stories of addiction. One girl, a young yellow skinned Mydonian, frail and thin, said she felt like it was going to a different universe, and how she fell in love with her dealer. "You always fall in love on your first jump," she added. It was one of the reasons the drug was so dangerous.

After the conference, Sue did another workout. This time, the one called Drace wasn't there. But his two cohorts seemed to walk back and forth trying to catch glimpses.

In the afternoon, Susan, in a blue onsie bathing suit made her way to the pool. The puffy hat and large glasses hid her identity, but honestly there weren't any other Earthlings at the resort. Mostly Mydonians but there were Mantracorans, Neffigians, Tarsuuans, Esanaians, Dartayans, Krysokians, Chelmekians, Nicanthans, Argorians. All manner of skin colors; predominantly purple, blue, and yellow. Horns. Spikes. Tentacles. Sharp teeth. Claws. Shark heads. All sorts of aliens and alien types. pink skinned human was quite noticeable.

She sat on a chair, her long legs crossed. She wore wedge high heels open toed strap sandles and wondered if it was too much. Suddenly she was handed a towel. It was Drex, the polite one. Sue smiled and thanked him. He offered to get her a drink and she accepted. "A Gargleblaster", Sue stated. She was on vacation after all. Why not relax. Rocket got her into the strong drinks. "Angargal's if you have it."

Drex shook his head. "We don't have that for the patrons, I'm sorry Mrs. Richards." He apologized. "I can get you Gevaltu."

The beauty sighed. "That's fine." It wasn't really, the quality of shitty Gevaltu wasn't there.

Despite being young, and unable to drink alcohol, Drex as a cadet of the Business academy could make drinks on the job. It helped the actual bartenders. He went to the bar. Drex wasn't the best mixologist, but poured a shot of Gevaltu and the other ingredients into a mixer. The color looked right to Drex, but the older yellow skinned bartender snickered. Drex brought the drink back to the girl on a tray.

The Invisible Woman eagerly gripped the drink from his tray. She sipped it, and made a puckered face. "Sour..." she shrugged. She sipped it again. "There's booze in this right?" She joked. She apologized and tipped the teen. The boy seemed happy and scampered off to his next duty, despite her put down.

After a few minutes,the drink went down quickly, and in time, Sue was eager for another. She watched Drex come back outside to the pool area. Except he was following his cousin and three other youths to the side of the building and down a path with alien construction-like signs.

Sue sighed, Drex looked distraught. The other boys clearly jesting at his expense. They seemed intent on something. She knew from the conference that the new portion of the resort was down a path and there was vanadlism down in the newer undeveloped areas. She stood up, walked towards the path and when she was clear of people she went invisible, the heroine in her eager to investigate. She walked down a long path with plastic sheets covering unfinished areas. It looked like any Earth construction site. Yet, this went on for what seemed like half a mile. Almost ready to give up, Sue heard laughing. So she approached.

Down the hall, Draccson was insulting his cousin. "You got a lil thing for her!" He taunted his yellow skinned alien cousin. He was busy writing something on the wall in Blue spray paint. His cohorts wrote 615 on the wall next to his words. They were all smoking black sticks of substance.

"Dont write that," Drex insisted.

Drace smoked a long black stick like thing in his hand. He laughed and finished the words "Sue Storm bect schutta!" In large letters it shown on the white wall. He walked over to his cousin. "She ain't into you little guy!"

Drex shrugged. "We are same age and height and weight," he laughed. But Drace surprised him and pulled his cabana boy blue pants down revealing tight blue underwear. Drex's quite recent conversation with Sue Storm still on his mind a small visible boner popped into view. The young alien turned green with embarrassment.

"Not the same size," Drace laughed puffing his smoke. The two other yellow skinned aliens laughed along with their apparent leader.

"Oh really," an unseen voice called. Susan Storm shimmered into view in the middle of the room with her arms crossed. Sue held up a hand, and suddenly the three other males own blue pants disappeared. Sue took in the small but clear erections on the two cohorts. "Looks like you aren't all that...." she glanced to Dracce's crotch, and a massive bugle ran down the left side of the boy's underwear. "Holy shit!" Sue gasped and dropped her hand in shock.

All three other boys blushed in embarrassment. Not Dracce. Dracce caught Susan's eyes and laughed. "You talking to me Ms. Storm. Because my eyes are up here!"

The boys confidence and bulge caused Susan to lose her edge. She shook her head and stopped her invisibility powers. "Enough you little shit!" She pointed to the walls. "So its you guys who've been doing thr graffiti." She was back to crossing her arms. "And Tyannnan tumbleweeds?" She sniffed the air. "Isn't that shit illegal until your twenty five." She pointed to the path. "Get back to work. I got the right mind to report you."

The two cohorts ran off in fear. Dracce smiled and passed her keeping his eyes on hers. She rolled her eyes. It left only Drex, who was pulling his pants up. "You can't let them treat you like that!" She told the kid.

"They're family." He told her.

She pointed to the wall. "What does 'bect schutta' mean." But Drex told her she didn't want to know. "What about 615?" She asked.

Drex walked back with her explaining that it was their 'gang'. It was where they lived in the academy dorm. Section 6, street 1, floor 5. "They're not really a gang," he added when they made it back to the pool area.

"Can I get another drink?" She asked. It took some time for the kid to come back, but he eventually did. Susan took a sip and almost spat it out. It was so sour.

From her left another drink was handed to her. From and orange hand. "Try this one!" It was Dracce standing smug. "For not telling on us!"

Sue looked him over. "What did you put in it?"

"Nothing..." Dracce said and looked to his cousin. "Don't we make the drinks in front of bartenders!" His cousin nodded. "It's just a Gargleblaster...with Angargals!" He sneered at his cousin. Dracce had swiped a bottle from an event and hid it.

The Invisivle Woman took a sip and her eyes fluttered. The perfect drink, with the perfect mix of Angargals and bitters and sours. She sucked it down. It had been a while. Now on her fourth drink. She was feeling it. She even burped.

"Another Ms. Storm?" Dracce stood confidently.

She sighed. "One more!"

Dracce asked. "With Tzin?"

Sue Storm-Richards coughed. "That better be a joke." Tzin was a popular and very illegal drug in the Zone. It went with many drinks around the rim on some backwoods planets.

The confident youth winked, but when he returned it was a normal drink. Still, Sue savored it. She felt bad for Drex, who looked like she'd kicked his space puppy for preferring the cousins concotion over his. Sue was tipsy, and wanted to remain that way. Her stomach finally rumbled and she made her way to the buffet. An assortment of strange meats, fruits, and cheeses presented itself across the dining area. Sue had spent some time in the Zone, and chose a plate including a sausage made of Maazlo Beast thighs. She sat at the bar to eat, and ordered another drink. Sue lifted the sausage.

"Almost as big as me!" Dracce joked walking by with an armfull of towels.

This actually made Susan, in her drunk state chuckle. "You're not that big kid!" She jested back playfully. He was watching her, and she picked up the sausage. Her eyes locked onto his. The drunk heroine made the gesture of taking the sausage very suggestively into her mouth, sliding her tongue over the tip. With an inch in her mouth she bit down sharply and intensively with a smilez never losing his gaze.

"You're killing me," he called smiling walking past.

Sue turned away. "Trust me kid....I would." She responded, once again in a suggestive manner that she wouldn't have but for her drunkness.

The drunk earth girl smiled eating her food. A woman sat next to her, and Susan recognized her from the conference. It was the waifish drug addict woman. "Can I sit here Ms. Storm?"

Sue nodded, and sipped her drink. The woman, a yellow skinned Mydonian introduced herself. "Danae!" She shook Susan's hand and informed her she was a big fan. Danae explained she once was a councilwoman for the stewards of Mydon. Again explaining she gave it all up for Crawl. "It changes you," she admitted. The orange patches on her aging alien face were different than the youths. Less sharp. Danae finally addressed what had been on her mind. "Is it true what they say about Moops?" The girl said that last word softly.

Sue looked over confused. "What's a Moop."

Danae pointed to Dracce who walked by and smiled at Sue. The Invisible Woman shook her head but a smirk was on her face. "You're boyfriend there!"

The made Sue laugh out loud. "He's not my boyfriend. He's some punk kid."

Danae lit a Tyannan tumbleweed stick. "Coulda fooled me. You two can't stop locking eyes!"

Sue caught herself doing just that and twirling her hair. "I'm not....I dont...we're not....I'm married." The earth girl sipped her drink.

The yellow skinned alien woman puffed her smoke. "Ok...ok..." she leaned in. "Is his cock big I mean! Like they say about Moops!"

The blonde beauty blurted out, "oh yeah." She didn't mean to do say such things. It just came out.

The older woman laughed. "You two should jump together!" She whispered. "It's otherworldy sex....I can help if you want?"

Sue shook her head. "No...no...I...." but she stopped herself, recalling the woman's face when she was describing the experience of taking Crawl. "Does it really slow it all down?"

The yellow woman nodded. "All that stress you hold, it just rolls off the shoulders. Nothing matters but the NOW. Every touch is like a fire!" Danae spoke reverently. "I know I can't explain the colors when you exhale. Its like....all of them....at once."

This was weird, since observers saw a green bland mist escape people's lips.

The woman looked around and slipped Susan a small black bag. "It's on me. Jump with your boyfriend!" She smiled and pointed to the kid who again walked by smiling at Sue. The woman left.

Sue reached over nervously and opened the bag. It was an inhaler, purple with disks....Crawl. Sue grabbed it and hid it in her purse. Having Crawl could lead to 10 years in prison on Mydon.

The drunk heroine paid her tab. It was time to go to her room. The twin moons were rising. Sue was exhausted. She made her way upstairs, forgetting the drugs in her bag.

She spent the better part of an hour sipping complimentary wine and researching the term "bect shutta"...which roughly translated to Susan Storm is a horny slut.

Greeaaat, Sue thought in her head. Little shit, she now sighed. Her next search on the rooms comm box was "Moop", which turned out to be a derogatory term for orange skinned Mydonians with yellow facial markings like the punk. A "moop" being and orange Mydonian fruit.

She checked in with her team, or what was left of it. Yolo the robot and Groot awaited her return to the Benatar. She told them 'a few more days'. She'd only been there for two. Not even a weekend.

Sue found herself nude, sipping wine in the tub. Her eyes low she found herself floating from a rock. Running from something. Laughing as she ran. Behind her the young punk gave chase with his...his bulge. They were both laughing. Sue shot up from the dream in the tub.

A nude Susan flopped onto the bed and passed out drunk.

The next day she woke with a headache. Once again she had to attend the conference. She dressed quickly in a pants suit. Her head pounded. As if waiting, Dracce was by the front holding a Mydonian coffee. "Life saver," Sue admitted. When she sipped it, she tasted Tharg's original. He'd spiked it. With good shit.

She sat on the panel sipping her spiked coffee, feeling better by the moment. Today, the topic was about the gangs that sold Crawl. When they mentioned the "615" gang Sue almost spit the coffee out. A steward representative was framing the 615 gang as terrorists that wanted to flood streets with drugs.

"I think they're just kids who smoke cigarettes, drink and do grafitti." Sue laughed.

This seemed to upset the panel and the crowd. They went over innacurate facts and information that was clearly wrong. Sue rolled her eyes. Sometimes people are stupid, she thought.

Another workout, another audience of the 615 gang goons, but no Dracce. Even Drex wantee a piece of the show.

Susan Storm-Richards once again found herself at the pool. She was craving a Tharg's now. Again, Drex made her a shitty low cost version of the alcohol. What was this kids deal?

Finally Dracce showed up. Sue actually smiled. "There you are...." she called him. "Who does a girl gotta kill to get some Tharg's original."

"I got you baby," Dracce said confidently.

Sue giggled. "Knock it off!" She sat eagerly waiting and watching the kid make the drink. It was just one liquor but the teen poured and entire glass and Sue's lips smacked. He brought the drink back and she put her red lips too it. "Mmmmm," she cooed. It was strong. "Why can't your cousin make drinks?"

Dracce shrugged. "He's a wimp," he stated causing Susan to laugh. "We have good liquor behind the bar for events."

Now Susan shook her head. "Gotta take risks to have fun."

Dracce nodded. "That's what I say."

The two looked into each other's eyes. There was a strange silence. Sue finally asked. "You really got Tzin kid?"

Dracce walked away shrugging his shoulders. Sue drank her heavy hard alcohol. Another early buzz hit her. Suddenly, a new drink was placed in her face. It was a gargleblaster. Around the rim was red dust. Tzin. Sue breathed in deeply. "Holy shit kid," she said. It was a mild narcotic but still illegal. It made Gargleblasters really pop. Sue's lips hit the rim and her lips abd tongue went delightfully numb. The sensation trailed down her throat as she sipped the drink.

It didn't take much more than that. Sue was tanked. When Dracce came back she was struggling to use the straw.

He could sense he had worked her up, got into her head. Manipulated this beauty with his confident work. Now, in her drunk state, it was time to make his move. "You wanna smoke?"

The Invisible Woman chuckled. "Tye Sticks?" The term for Tyannan tumbleweed sticks. Her head wobbled. She knew she shouldn't.

But soon, stupidly, drunk Susan was walking down that path now alone the youth, her heels in her hands so she didn't tower over the teen. She puffed the sweet intoxicating smoke of a Tye-stick. It only added to her swirling high and her hard drunk. They were sharing the same smoke, and Sue handed her red lipstick caked cig to the boy, who puffed it.

She almost fell over and the teen had to grab her and hold her. She made them fall through the plastic wrapping that hid the unfinished area. Dracce held the beauty around the waist. Alone, behind construction drapes he made his move, he pushed his lips to hers quickly but Susan pulled away.

"What's your deal kid. I'm married and twice your age." She huffed annoyed at the intrusion. But her arm.was around his shoulder. Her breasts pressed to him

"You can't be much older than 23 cycles!" He said and wrapped both arms around her waist. Patrons walked by, but couldn't see inside the dark unfinished area.

Sue found her arms around his shoulders now. She pulled a hand down and tapped his chest. "First smooth thing you're punk ass has said." The teen tried again to kiss her but she pulled away. "Don't you even ask girls out?" She asked. "Or you just grope them and get them wasted." She puffed the smoke and handed it to the kid.

"Do you want go out with me?" the boy asked. He puffed and handed it back.

Sue shook her head. "What are you twelve!" Sue took her haul and continued to share the cig.

Dracce confidently stated. "I'm eighteen cycles. This is my birthday period actually!" He blew smoke over her head and handed the cig back.

The Invisible Woman could barely keep her head up. The teen reached from her waist into his pocket and pulled out a bag of red dust. Tzin. It didnt take long, he had a line on his orange knuckle and Sue snorted it. The drug helped. "I knew you were different," Dracce remarked. He placed a line on her neck, and instead of fighting she craned her neck to the side. The boy sniffed the narcotic and then sucked on her neck.

Sue's eyes fluttered from the boy's sucking mouth on her neck. Within seconds she had a hickey. She moved her neck and heard a "popping" noise from the suction of thr kids lips. "What is your deal?" Her arms hung around the teen's neck. "Do you ever stop?"

He leered at her. Eyes locked. "Not until I get what i want."

Sue rolled her eyes. "I heard...I heard...Dracce always gets lucky!" The boy came in again and pressed his lips to hers. This time she was too slow and their lips touched even if briefly. A hickey and now a peck with a teen, good job Sue, she thought. "Can't you just leave me alone!"

"Never!" Dracce said and again attempted a kiss.

This time, Sue put her hand on his lips to stop him. "I have a deal!" She said, looking around. "If I let you kiss me....just ONCE! Andd for ONE MINUTE ONLY" Sue held up one finger from his lips. "You'll leave me alone..." she stated the boy nodded and moved back in, but Sue wasn't done. She stopped his progress again. "And you're wimp cousin!" She forgot the other boys name.

Dracce laughed. "Deal." This time, when the teenager went in to kiss the older human woman her head turned and he was allowed to place his black alien lips on her pink human lips. Finding no resistance the eager teen slid his tongue into Susan Storm's mouth. Her tongue met his, and suddenly two divergent species were kissing passionately. She knew she shouldn't, but she was ao drunk, and so high. This boy had been working her over mentally for what seemed like ever.

It was two days, Sue told herself. This kid got a makeout session after two days. It took Reed months and Namor years. Here Susan was sucking face with a teenager. Her eyes closed, her mouth open, a sloppy youthful first exploratory kiss. Susan was shocked how much she enjoyed it. She loved Reed, but so much had happened in past few years to Susan in the Zone. Only a moment on Earth.

She wasnt't shocked when the boy's hands went to her ass covered only by a thin white see through covering and her blue bathing suit. She moaned and found herself pressing her mouth deeper into his. He was a horny teen after all.

One minute turned into two, heads turning, tongues slapping. Two turned into three. Numerous people passed unaware at the kissing couple. Three to four, and four to five minutes passed with no end in sight. His hands moved up to her stomach and she felt them cup her breast. She didn't fight it, in fact, her hand was already gripping the kid's bulge. Trying to determine if her eyes deceived her. They did not. He groaned in her mouth when her white hand gripped his member.

Buzzzzzzzz.....

Dracce's beeper went off and the kiss broke. The kid looked down, a trail of spittle still linking their lips. "Fuuuuck." He said. He was getting a call for service. He tried going back to the kiss, but Sue pushed him away and disappeared. Into thin air. He lost touch with her.

"Sorry...a deal is a deal." The Invisible Woman's voice spoke.

Dracce began swearing and tried to find her. He had to get back to work. Any more complaints and he was done. Getting fired meant you could only move down at the trade academy. Sewage...or worse awaited him. He quickly ran back to the poolside and watched as a splash occured. A splash without anyone going in. Drunk Susan fell in the pool.

A minute later, Dracce got a message on his commbox from an unknown number. 'What's so funny?'

'Who is this?' The teen asked in response.

A few seconds later a new message. 'You gave me a hickey....I owe you one lil shit!' Somehow Susan Storm had gotten his personal contact ffeed. She added. 'Where are you taking me tonight....birthday boy!'

'I thought you said you didnt want to go out with me?' Dracce responded.

He got a quick response. "I never said no.'

Dracce smiled, his cock hard.