Sue Storm Drinks A Shot Off of She-Hulk's Body

Moonstone had her eyes closed. All of her attention turned inward, toward the alien gemstone bonded to her being. Doom's implants buzzed in her skull, and the reverberations went throughout her body. In the Adonis club, the Invisible Woman's smartphone vibrated in silent sympathy, gravitational waves flowing out from it in patterns designed to exacerbate risky behaviors...

...and Sue Storm was not the only one caught within the area of effect.

On the stage, well-muscled men gyrated in g-strings, their bulges lewdly displayed. Pitchers of margaritas disappeared. Sue Storm drank her share. Perhaps more than her share. She was squeezed in between Tigra and the Wasp, and there were at least a half-dozen superheroines there. Spider-Woman on a rare night out away from the baby; Captain Marvel hanging off of her, more touchy-feely than normal. White Tiger, her amulets glowing slightly in the darkness, emphasizing how much cleavage she was showing. She-Hulk, the tall gammazon stuffing twenty-dollar bills in the g-string of waiters and trying to get the men on stage to kiss.

Sue Storm would never remember whose idea it was to do shots. All she knew was that the margaritas gave way to tequila. Then She-Hulk got an idea.

The tall green woman swept her skirt aside, and for a moment, every heroine at the table caught a glimpse of a shaven emerald snatch. No panties. The superslut, someone whispered. She-Hulk sat down, her thighs pressed tightly together. She held up a shot of tequila, and poured it into the valley. So tight were her legs pressed together, that it formed a little pool.

"Well?" She-Hulk said, with a wicked grin. "Who wants this shot?"

The collected superheroines hesitated. It was Sue Storm who felt herself stand on shaky legs, her face already flushed. The room seemed to swim a little. Yet she stared She-Hulk in the eye with utter confidence. The Invisible Woman's heart hammered in her chest as she sank, very carefully, to her knees. With one hand, she held her blonde hair out of the way as she knelt forward, so that her lips just touched the surface of the warm tequila.

Then she slurped loudly, to the squealed delight of the assembled heroines.

It was Sue Storm's last memory of the night.