Moonstone Removes Sue Storm's Inhibitions

Neon lights played across the darkened space of the go-go bar. Bedecked many of the guests. Karla Sofen, sipping her jack and coke almost directly beneath Sue Storm's cage, wore a suitable outfit, a skimpy cocktail dress of shiny chrome, bedecked with thin tubes of shifting lights, like a UFO had landed and asked for whiskey.

No one noticed when her eyes began to glow, and a golden halo joined the odd lights that surrounded her golden hair.

Above her, Sue Storm was in a bump-and-grind routine. Her earlier nervousness about her transparent outfit and dance skills gave way to the pleasant burn of exercise, to the elation of performance, and the subtle erotic thrill of freedom—to be out here, dressed like a slut and shaking her ass and breasts in front of all these cyberpunks and time travellers was exciting in a way she could not name. A chance to be naughty in a safe way.

Dr. Stone was right, Sue admitted to herself as her hips swayed and she bent down until her buttocks almost touched her heels. This feels good. This is fun...

The gravimetric pulse that hit her brain shut the Invisible Woman's inhibitions down hard. Sue shuddered as she opened and closed her legs, humping the air in a way that made her transparent skirt fly. Punters on the floor noticed, a few gawked. Sue felt their eyes on her. A strange, terrible excitement stirred her.

Like what you see? Sue Storm thought. I can show you more. Much more—

The costume vanished. Karla looked up. The bottom of the cage was transparent, and she stared directly between Sue's legs, at the small triangle of golden hair there. The legs lewdly opened and closed, flashing her pussy at the crowd. The implants buzzed in Karla's head as she maintained that invisible gravimetric pressure. Sue Storm, without inhibitions, reveled in the moment as more and more attention turned toward her.

Unfortunately for Karla, the lack of inhibitions meant that Sue Storm was about to go a little too far.