Sue Loses Herself To The & Dance

For a moment, the weight of the world fell from Sue Storm's shoulders. Her spine relaxed. Muscles sang. Her body wanted to move—and she let it.

Naked, she spun around the pole. She gained height, pulled herself up, moved to an unheard beat. Nissa sat back and admired the confidence, the control, her fingers rubbing her clit. She could see how excited Sue Storm was. The hardness of her nipples. The wet trail left on the pole by Sue's pussy.

Sure, she had lied. Sure, Sue had just snorted a fine bit of Peruvian flake amid the crushed pills. Nothing she needed to know, yet. Nissa was sure that it was a little habit that the blonde could well afford.

"Make love to that pole!" Nissa shouted. "I want to see you cum!"

Sue did. She was no longer the Invisible Woman. She was a dancer, high on coke, swirling her way through the routine, her lithe body performing erotic acrobatics. Her hands gripped her breasts, the stiff nipples pushed out between the fingers as her ass slid up and down the pole, thighs spread, her pussy on display. She wasn't thinking of cosmic threats or her children or the flashes of the papparazzi. Only this pleasure, this moment.

She spun on her high-heeled shoes, felt the cold, slick metal between her tits and against her clit. Humped the stiff metal pole, her body arching. Nissa's frenzied breathing and self-pleasure excited Sue beyond measure. Her blood sang. The excitement grew and grew until Sue was sure something would burst inside of her.

The heroine collapsed onto her knees at the edge of the stage, humping the air desperately, both hands rubbing furiously at her pussy. The climax ripped through her and made her thighs shiver. Hot wet drops landed on the face of Nissa, who had leaned close to see her splayed cunt lips.

The dancer grinned.

"You're ready," she said.