Sue Storm Gives Moonstone A Lap Dance

The Invisible Woman spun. She gyrated her hips. The cage was firmly bolted in place, so it didn't shake much, but the clubgoers roared as Sue Storm rubbed her pussy against the bars, hands on her ankles. The bars of her cage glistened in the neon lights with pussy-juice, and Sue's thighs shivered, whether in climax or a good approximation of it, she wasn't sure.

Then, the set ended. The dancers were moving out of their cages, to go into the back and cool down until their next set.

Except Sue Storm wasn't done yet.

Clear heels hit the bar. Her hands roamed over her transparent clothing, grasping at her breasts, licking her lips. Moonstone smiled, ecstatic at how well this was working, trying to ignore the increasing pounding in her head as the implants buzzed maddeningly at the prolonged use.

Then Sue was there. In front of her.

The blonde heroine dropped in her lap and lifted the clear plastic top to rub her breasts in Moonstone's face. Around the two women, a crowd formed, clapping and cheering. More attention than Karla wanted. Soon, one of them would notice the light from her eyes, the halo around her head, and realize it wasn't just LEDs sewn into a costume. Yet if she stopped, Sue would jerk out of it, and then would recognize her...

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! KISS!"

The cheer grew louder and louder. Karla grew dizzy, 120 pounds of Fantastic Milf in her lap, Sue gyrating, excited, nipples hard as she rubbed them against Karla's chest, hands moving up her back to her neck. Instinctively, Karla tilted her head.

The lights went out. For half a second, Karla still gowed. Then she killed the use of her powers. The implants ceased to buzz. All was darkness.

Sue's mouth found hers. All the pent-up eagerness found expression in one moment of terrible, undeniable need.

Karla had never been kissed like that, and her hands found the Invisible Woman's ass, crushing Sue to her.