Mae Is Joined On Stage By A Female Performer

The top of the pole extended out of sight, hidden by blue curtains. So Sue Storm was as shocked as anyone else when a costumed female figure slowly descended, a familiar iron mask on her face, a green hood over her hair—and a cloth costume version of Doom's armor that did not hide the swell of silicone-inflated breasts;or the tall heels were strapped to her feet and wrapped up around her lower legs. She rotated around the poll in absolute silence, and it was only as she touched down that the now-naked Tess Tempest realized there was someone behind her.

On cue, the DJ shifted the music. The lights on the stage shifted to a vivid blue. Sue Storm watched as the two female performers began what she could only describe as a well-choreographed strip-battle. Tess Tempest tore off the front of the shirt to reveal the surgeon's works of art, great pink globes, nipples shiny with metal tassels. Ms. Doom grabbed her in what looked like a judo hold. The two moved all around the poll, as though trading blows, and little by little the villain lost her raiment until she stood as naked as Tess Tempest herself.

Except for the silvery strap-on that jutted forth from the harness tied around her crotch.

The music changed again, something darker and melodramatic; the light turned red. The still-masked and hooded figure with the huge tits now had the better of Tess Tempest. The fight grew rougher, several slaps actually connecting with Mae's breasts. Sue felt herself shocked at the mock ****—and yet not terribly surprised when the show climaxed with Tess, one arm bent bent her back, pinned against the stripper poll as the villainous Ms. Doom plunged their strap-on into her bared cunt, her ass-cheeks rippling with the impact of hip on hip.

A part of Sue wanted to just leave. Go into the bathroom, turn invisible, and vanish. If anyone saw her here, recognized her, Sue could just imagine the scandal of the Invisible Woman attending a live sex show. Except that Mae was looking right at her, making eye contact from the stage as her "partner" railed her pussy with what appeared to be real ****. Until the defeated "heroine" gave an ear-piercing scream of pleasure—real or feigned, Sue couldn't tell—and the curtain fell, to hide the scene.

There was enthusiastic clapping. Sue found herself bringing her hands together, even though her lips were pursed. It was strange and terrible to see a version of herself effectively defeated and **** by a version of Doctor Doom—and yet, Sue squirmed, uncomfortably aware of a familiar warmth between her legs.

A waitress knelt and whispered in Sue's ear.

"Mrs. Tempest would like to invite you backstage, if you'll follow me."