She can't resist

"Alright," she heard herself say. "Next Friday."

Sajima's smile was triumphant. "Excellent! You won't regret it, Suzanne."

But as she nursed her third drink of the night, watching the dancers work the poles and the crowd with practiced expertise, Susan wondered if that was a promise Sajima could keep.

The week crawled by with excruciating slowness. Susan found herself distracted during Fantastic Four meetings, her mind wandering to the upcoming Friday night. She carefully prepared her story for the team – a "girls' night out" with old college friends that would keep her away until the early morning hours.

Reed, predictably, barely registered her plans, mumbling acknowledgment without looking up from his latest experiment. The ease with which she could slip away should have bothered her more than it did.

By Friday evening, she had meticulously prepared both physically and mentally. She'd chosen a new outfit for her debut – a crimson latex catsuit with strategic cutouts that revealed tantalizing glimpses of her skin underneath. The layering created an effect that was both concealing and revealing, allowing her to show off a little without actually exposing herself. The hood was similar to her previous one, but with more definition around the mouth and eyes, giving her a more expressive appearance without sacrificing anonymity.

She arrived at Sakura-Mai an hour before her scheduled performance, her stomach tight with nerves and excitement. The bouncer recognized her immediately.

"Suzanne, right? Sajima said to expect you. Go on in, girls are in the back."

The club was already busy, the Friday night crowd eager to start their weekend with expensive drinks and beautiful women. Susan made her way to the dressing room, where she found several of the dancers she'd met the previous week preparing for their shifts.

"Hey, Latex Girl!" Destiny called out cheerfully. "You showed up! We had a bet going whether you'd chicken out."

"Who won?" Susan asked, setting down her large duffle bag.

"I did," Ebony said, approaching with a welcoming smile. "I could tell you had the fire in you." She reached out to touch Susan's arm lightly. "Need help getting ready?"

The unexpected offer caught Susan off-guard. "Oh, I... I can manage."

"First-time jitters are real," Ebony said knowingly. "And latex can be a bitch to get on without help. No shame in accepting a hand."

Susan hesitated. There was something intimate about the offer, something that made her pulse quicken in a way that had nothing to do with her upcoming performance.