Sue Storm Wins...And Is Offered A Job

The domino mask was a last-minute choice, but it went well with the black bikini and heels that Sue had chosen. Sue Storm waited her turn with the other four women. Some were younger, some older; dressed in various outfits from lingerie to a series of veils. All were various degrees of nervous. The Invisible Woman had snorted some of Nissa's powder just before leaving, and she could feel the focus and energy that came with it, eager to get at the pole.

The owner of the club sat in shadow, a large man with a bald head in a white suit, a cigar in his hand. With the bright stagelights, Sue couldn't see him clearly, but she could see Nissa standing nearby.

One by one, they took their turns. Music played, a simple bumping grind. The women tried to dance to it. Moved around the stage, the pole. Shed clothes. Each one had ten minutes. An eternity that left the more out-of-shape women sweaty and gasping. It was a workout, and no mistake; the physical effort needed to keep moving, to keep going smoothly, to climb the pole...it reminded Sue of sex in many ways. She had never been content to just lie there and take it. She had to move.

Just as now.

"Sizzling Suzy!" Nissa announced.

Sue gave a full-lipped smile. The music began. She did a little strut around the pole, showing off her long legs and well-muscled gams. Felt the eyes on her ass as she grasped the pole and gained some altitude. A simple twirl to begin. Then a bump and grind, her body flexing, showing off the hard-earned skills from Nissa's lessons. It was while she hung suspended by her thighs, blonde hair streaming, that Sue undid her top. A careful fling landed it in the big man's lap, and he coolly ignored it, eyes fixed on the topless, masked beauty who swirled and moved, now with greater abandon.

The **** had her now. Inhibitions gone. Sue sped up her act, heart racing, nipples hard. Excited at being seen this way. Her heels landed on the floor with a click, her ass cheeks grabbed the pole...and then her panties came off. The last three minutes of the act were Sue naked except for her mask, swirling up and around, her bare pussy on full display but visible only in flashes...

...until the very end where she landed on her knees, thighs parted, at the edge of the stage.

There was a scattering of polite claps. Sue's heart hammered in her chest. The room lights came on.

Her heart froze in her chest.

Wilson Fisk sat there. The Kingpin of Crime. Mr. Wilson. Fisk.

"You have talent," he said, his smile charming as a snake's. "Easily the best here. You've won, my dear. How would you like a job?"