Impromptu Rendezvous.

Making his way up the stairs and down the halls, Steve was not even in control of himself as he walked silently down the hall to a door that was not his bedroom. Checking the halls to make sure he was not spotted, Steve opened Carol’s bedroom door and stepped inside. There he found Carol and Natasha, stripped down to their bras and panties embracing each other gently while they gave the man a hungry look at their spot near the bed.

“Took you long enough to get here Steve…” Purred Carol, letting her hands around Natasha’s back roam lower to cup at the woman’s rear while they pressed up against each other.

“Yeah, we bumped into each other on the way here… We decided we wanted to SHARE!”

Closing the door behind him and locking it, Steve stepped towards the two women who separated from each other, and Carol approached Steve in turn. The moment the two collided with each other, they went right back to what they were doing in the corridor minutes ago. Making out fiercely, they practically growled into each other’s mouths while their hands explored each other’s bodies. Deftly, Carol untucked Steve’s shirt and only broke the kiss long enough to look him in the eyes with a stare of smoldering lust when she ripped his shirt open, sending buttons flying across the room. Not to be outdone, Steve grabbed a handful of Carol’s underwear and ripped them off and tossed them unceremoniously across the bedroom while she and Natasha fumbled with his zipper and helped undress him. Unclasping and nearly prying her bra off her chest, Steve hoisted Carol up in his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist and the pair tumbled onto the bed.

Resuming to make out, Carol managed to straddle Steve and line herself up with his throbbing erection before sinking down on him. Arching her back and crying out loud from the pleasant intrusion, her lips were captured in Natasha’s who by now had stripped naked as well and joined the two in bed.

*

Flying over the city of New York inside the Fantasticar, The Fantastic Four along with Alicia and Janet made their way back to the Richards residence with a pair of SHIELD transports following them. While flying, Reed looked over his shoulder to his wife. Hugging herself in her seat, Susan looked out the window, peering down at the city below while they travelled back home to prepare. Leaning forward, he wanted to see if she were sullen or worried, what he found instead was her eyes sharp and alert. Shifting her gaze wildly, they darted looking at one location after another, her breathing taking on a hitch as she hugged herself tighter.

“Susan? Are you okay?” Reed asked, slowing down, and letting the Fantasticar hover over the city while the two SHIELD fliers did the same, filling the vehicles radio with chatter demanding to know why Reed had stopped.

“I can… SEE them…” She answered cryptically, her yellow eyes going narrow, but her erratic eye movement persisted. “Like… specs of green confetti… In a pool of red confetti, or… It’s so hard to put in words.”

Hearing the SHIELD operatives demanding answers over the dashboard of his car, Reed told them to stand by. Looking over his shoulder, he found Janet and Alicia looking out the window down to the city along with Susan. The same look of sharp attention on their faces as their eyes looked down at the streets below. “She’s right… They’re like… tiny specs…”

“You think you ladies can find Lilith?” Asked Ben, resting his stone hand over Alicia’s shoulder and making a face when her tentacles coiled around his hand and arm gently.

“I don’t think so…” Answered Susan, focusing on a spot on the city below, her four hands pressed against the glass of her window before finally turning her attention to her husband. “But I THINK I can lure out some answers.” Helping Reed see where she was looking at, she gestured for them to pull down to a street below them. “There, park us there, I’ve got an idea.”

Informing the SHIELD entourage that they were taking a detour; Reed set the controls and made their descent to the city streets below. When the three vessels landed, Susan was the first to step out of the Fantasticar, stretching her four arms over her head, she combed her talons through her tentacles and looked around to find everyone staring at her with a mix of shock, horror and in some cases arousal. Once everyone was out of their vehicles, two of the SHIELD agents approached her and Reed.

“Is there a reason we’ve stopped… Here?” The man asked, looking up at the sign of a strip bar called ‘The Twist’, where above a neon light display showed the silhouette of a woman hugging a brass pole in one flashing light then changing her pose in the next. Posters of exotic dancers were on the walls leading into the double doors of the front of the establishment, where a bouncer watched anxiously at the three vehicles emptying out with fully armed and ready SHIELD agents as if they were going to raid the place. “What makes you think we’ll find anything here?”

With a hand at her hip and giving the SHIELD agent a cold look, Susan explained herself. “Because my Species are predators, and predators like to congregate where the food is.”

Giving the bouncer a look that made the linebacker sized man shirk at her presence, Susan opened the doors to the strip parlour and entered with her friends and the SHIELD agents in tow behind her. Once inside, everyone had to adjust their eyes to how dark it was save for the overhead stage lights and dull lighting over the booths and bar. Susan had no trouble in the dark atmosphere any more than Alicia or Janet did. “Hey… I know this place.” She heard Johnny whisper to himself, but all her attention was on the parlour itself. The music stopped and all the patrons of the bar turned to look over to the door where the Fantastic Four and SHIELD stood, not knowing who they were or why they were there.

Leaning towards his wife, Reed whispered to her ear. “So… Where is he? Or her?”

“Just trust me Reed and follow my lead.” All eyes diverted their attention from the show at the stage to the three alien women at the door. Women wearing bikinis or less stopped their show to the sight of Susan elegantly walking down the short steps of the entrance to saunter seductively from one table to the next, tracing a clawed finger over each tabletop and giving the men there a smoldering look that made them fidget in their seats. She could sense everything in the room; body heat, perspiration, hormones, heart rates, everything was open to her. She was also aware that her presence had an effect on the men there. She may not have appeared human anymore, but there was now an exotic allure to her appearance that was only accentuated by her toned figure and feminine curves. Some of the dancers even folded their arms around their chests and looked away as if envious of the inhuman creature whose figure was perfect; long, toned legs that went on forever, heart shaped rear that swayed slightly with each supermodel driven step, a narrow waist with flat stomach led up to a heaving chest with proud melon sized breasts barely contained in the sports top she wore. She was the most desirable woman there… And the most terrifying.

“You…” She purred in a honey sweet tone, pointing out to a man at the furthest corner booth where four women in nothing but thongs and frilled corsets hung off his shoulders behind the table, his eyes transfixed with hers. “You WANT me… Don’t you.” Sauntering over to the booth slowly and seductively with each step, Susan made a show of it by tracing under the slopes of her breasts with her fingers and teasing to show down her naval with her thumb pulling down the hem of her matching gym shorts. “I’d let you; you know, I would do things with you these ‘children’ wouldn’t DARE try with you.” Crawling onto the table, Susan inched her way closer to the man, his back against the cushioned seating and visibly breathing hard with arousal as she gave him a view down her top to star into. Her antlers drew his attention back to her face and eyes which continued to give him a piercing gaze. The tentacles flowing from her scalp swayed and obscured the man’s vision from anything else save her emotionless face, the voracious look of desire in her eyes drawing him in like a moth to a flame.

Grabbing him by his tie, she pulled him up to look her in the eye, their noses practically touching as she breathed in his scent and licked her lips, gesturing for him to close his eyes with her additional hands. Looking down she could see the tent in his pants threaten to undo his zipper. Seeing him look nervous, she pressed a finger to his lips to silence him. “Shhh… Just close your eyes and let me do my magic.”

Susan!”

The moment Reed called out her name, the entire bar cried out in surprise when Susan’s tail snapped to life like a bullwhip and stung one of the women at the table through the chest. Causing everyone to panic as the dancer was pinned to the wall by Susan’s stinger and screamed at the top of her bleeding lungs.