Susan meets the Dominator.

A man wearing a black jacket and a pair of nylon pantyhose over his head like a mask creeped through a bedroom, going over cupboards and drawers for anything valuable, all while darting his head back at the door to make sure no one was there. Finding a bundle of gold watches and shoving them into his pocket, the man pretended to be startled when a tall buxom blonde woman wearing a skimpy police officer costume kicked open the door and stood with her hands at her hips. “Stop! In the name of the law!”

“Oh no! It’s officer Suzie!” The man gasped, his hands up in the air where even behind the nylon mask was the screwed smirk of an aroused smile.

“You dare commit breaking and entering and try to commit theft? You deserve to be punished...” Strutting into the room and grabbing the man by the collar of his jacket, Suzie led him towards the bed and shoved him onto the mattress. In one fell action she was already straddling the man and hand his hands cuffed to the headrest of the bed. “To the fullest extent of the law!”

Rearing back up and reaching for her officer’s cap, Susan playfully took it of and placed it on the man’s head as he giggled in arousal. One hand deftly unbuttoned her spandex top made to look like a skimpy police vest in one hand and undoing her long blonde hair in the other. Letting her golden hair flow down her shoulders as her top was pulled off and tossed across the room, Susan smothered the man in her tits, grinding against his erection through his pants.

“P-please officer Suzie, show mercy.”

“Anything you say CAN be used against you.”

*

Meanwhile at a bank in New York…

Johnny Storm stood in line to make a deposit, after winning 2nd place in the motor rally last week, he wanted to deposit his $40000.00 and party the night away to celebrate. When he was finally called to the teller, the man on the other end of the booth looked over the check and went over his paperwork. “Alright sir, if you could provide me your name for verification.”

“Yes, Johnny Storm.”

“Storm?... Are you related to Susan Storm?”

“Yeah, she’s my sister. Why?”

The teller began to make a face that looked like he wanted to say something or chuckle uncontrollably, even the rest of the bank staff behind him began to murmur and whisper, even some of the men behind Johnny. Hearing whistles and hushed cat calls under his sister’s name.

“What? Is something the matter?” Johnny asked, his arms up as he looked to everyone there. The whispering grew louder, more surprised with his response. “What?” “He doesn’t know?” “No one never told him?!”

“Mister Storm, your sister is like… The Cleopatra of cock wrangling!”

“That woman should be registered as a cannibal with the amount of man-meat that’s gone down her throat!”

“She’s fucking amazing is what she is! Having sex with her CURED my crabs!” Called out a homeless man at the entrance of the bank, looking surprisingly healthy despite the raggedy clothing he wore. Staring stunned at the group of men giving each other high-fives, Johnny Storm could only blink. Eventually finding his mental fortitude return, the Human Torch signed the check and asked for the teller to hurry.

“No! MY SISTER... SHE IS NOT A SLUT OR A PROSTITUTE!”

Getting dead silence from the crowd, eventually the teller said what everyone else was too quiet to say. “Well if she isn’t then there’s a smoking hot blonde walking around town calling herself ‘Suzie Storm’ charging $125.00 an hour for the best sex of your life!”

“Hey! Johnny! Johnny! Johnny!”

“WHAT?!” The Human Torch demanded, glaring back at the smirking patron at the bank.

“Does your SISTER need any money?”

“No!”

“I bet she DOES!” Hollered the man out in the crowd, causing everyone to break into laughter and cheers. “Suzie needs moneh!”

Johnny stormed out of the bank full of cheering men and even some women to plug his ears and run. There was no way his sister could be like that. Sure, she modelled some skimpy stuff in the past, but she NEVER resorted to selling herself to men for money... Did she?

*

Stepping out of the apartment and switching out into a more casual dress, Susan smiled to herself, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulders and walking down the hall of the apartment building to head back out into the city. “Another day, another SATISFIED customer.” As soon as she stepped out intro the day light, Susan sighed and smiled when she felt her cellphone buzz in her jacket. Flipping it open, her smile widened when she checked the number of jobs available and how much they were charging. Even getting updates from the other succubae after returning from their own jobs.

“Heh, if this keeps up, I might have to expand my business soon… Wonder how much an office would cost?”

Closing her phone and making her way towards a little café, Susan sat at one of the outdoor tables and ordered a tea. Crossing her legs and checking her phone statues again, Susan suddenly felt something in the air. Sniffing the air, it smelt like cologne, or spices. Whatever it was, it made her feel hot and flushed, fanning herself to cool down. Looking around, she found several women were feeling the same way, flushed and looking dizzy with arousal. She didn’t know what was going on, and yet it all seemed very familiar, something she couldn’t place her finger on.

“So, YOU are the one he talked about.” Spoke a man who decided to sit across from Susan at the coffee table, uninvited. Looking up at the man, Susan’s cheeks turned flushed when she realised the source of the scent was coming from the man now sitting across from her. He was handsome, inhumanly so, with swept back black hair and a short goatee, wearing a black silk business suit with gold highlights. A total look of smug superiority on his smirk as he leered over Susan’s face and body. “You’re a real looker, I just might keep you when I’m finished with you.”

“Who are you? And what the hell do you want?”

“Straight to the point and I like that.” The man’s smirk grew. “It’s not ‘what the hell do I want’, its what does Hell want with you!” Crossing his arms and leaning back, the man snapped his fingers and a waitress quickly came to serve his order, gesturing that he wants the best wine they had before he slapped the waitress across the rear when she turned to leave. “I mean look at you, rocking hot body like that and your using it to help sick kids in a fucking hospital, total waste.”

“Answer the question! What’s your name?”

“I’m the Dominator, and when I’m done with you, you’ll be SCREAMING my name!”