Sue Storm Gets Closer To Nissa

"Move that fat ass!"

Sue Storm's cheeks burned. She was dressed in tight, low-cut shorts that hugged her backside, and a sports bra under a white wifebeater. Nissa was dressed in tiger-print spandex and a T-shirt so tight that Sue could see the outline of her nipples. The young mother stomped on stage in her three-inch-thick clear heels as Sue hung suspended, the metal pole between her thighs.

Even though Sue Storm was in good shape, Nissa had the manner of a drill sergeant. Her approach to teaching Sue Storm the basics of exotic dancing had less to do with ballet and form, and more like R. Lee Ermey trying to turn Sue Storm into the best stripper she could be. The young woman smacked the heroine's buttocks hard enough to make the blonde wince.

"Do I need to show you again? Lift that ass! You need height! I want to see you make love to that pole! How are you going to win if you wallow there like a fat-ass cow? I've seen housewives put more effort into it!"

The club was closed, but they let Sue and Nissa use the place to train. The teenage mom pushed Sue hard—and Sue put up with the indignity because she could feel herself getting better. For all the pushing, Nissa really was a good dancer, she knew the moves, and she was a surprisingly effective teacher.

A very hands-on teacher.

The young Asian woman grabbed Sue's hips.

"Twerk! Twerk! Twerk!" Nissa insisted, using her arms to push and pull Sue through the correct motion, even though half the time the move ended with Sue's ass right in Nissa's face. Sue's thighs and glutes burned from the workout, so different form her normal routine designed for a mix of strength, agility, and stamina; the added flexibility and specific musculure control was something outside of her normal workout.

Sue ended the session with a spin. Arms free, like an airplane. A smile on her face as she spun around, to come to light on her own borrowed clear heels.

"Good," Nissa said, with a rare word of approval. "Looks like your money isn't completely wasted."

Sue huffed. A couple hundred dollars didn't mean much to her, yet she knew that it meant a lot to Nissa and her young son.

"Come on, let's hit the showers," Nissa said, already peeling off her shirt, the tits with their thick dark nipples prominent and pointy. Sue kept her shirt on until they were backstage and in the dressing room, but she'd gotten used to Nissa's penchant for taking her clothes off—something that was an asset in the world of stripping.

In the shower, the hot water felt good on Sue's aching muscles. She stole the occasional glance at the thin, dark-skinned Asian beauty, admiring her well-muscled body. Then, something happened that had never happened before in Sue Storm's life of taking a shower adjacent to someone else.

The Invisible Woman dropped the soap.