Sue Storm Gets An Emergency Call In The Middle of Her Routine

A golden domino mask. Golden pasties, hidden by a golden top with a front clasp. Crotchless golden panties beneath a tear-away miniskirt. Clear heels with gold flakes.

Sue spent some time on her makeup. Lips, cheeks, and eyelids brushed with gold dust. Matching gold fingernails and toenails.

Nissa poured a little line of white powder for her as Sue Storm waited her turn.

"And now, presenting...Goldie!"

A snort. That ten seconds of elation as Sue Storm strode onto the screen. All confidence, all smiles. She grabbed the pole and gave a deep bow, which turn into a vertical lift, both arms on the bar, legs in the air. She climbed, hand over hand, then hooked a leg around the pole and began a long spiral, arms free...the better to unclasp her bra, shaking her tits in time to the music, all for the pleasure of the man in the white suit seated just in shadow.

The beat quickened, a deep thrum that ran up the pole. Sue climbed and fell, climbed and fell, losing the skirt, feeling the cold metal on her crotch.

Sue felt like she could continue all night, but she had five more minutes.

Then she heard it.

Low, insistent, more familiar than her ring tone.

The insistent, piercing beep of her Fantastic Four communicator.

She was being called. Her family, the world, might be in danger. Even as she shook her ass, her rhythm suddenly off, smile plastic, heart hammering too fast.

Did she dare she answer? Five more minutes...