Sue Storm Stops At A Strip Club On The Way Home

The Invisible Woman's conscience weighed heavy on her as she walked away from her appointment with Dr. Stone. She took the long way around, to give herself time to think and process her emotions. Having sex with Nissa had felt so right in the heat of the moment—or, well, that wasn't quite correct. It had felt good physically, but what had really turned Sue on was the feeling of doing something bad. Of getting away with it. Of sinning.

God help me, Sue Storm thought to herself, almost felt like she should cry.

Then she paused in front of a placard set in the middle of the sidewalk.

THE LIBRARY LOUNGE
NAKED SHAKESPEARE
WE BARE ALL
TWO DRINK MINIMUM

Sue snorted. Yet as she turned to the door, the bouncer opened it, without question. The Invisible Woman found herself inside, eyes adjusting to the dimmer lights. There was no music, but on the stage a cauldron had been set up in front of the pole. The heroine found a free table in front of the stage and sat. A waitress came by, and hesitated before ordering a mojito.

She didn't normally drink. Yet one little cocktail and a glass of wine wouldn't hurt.

The drink appeared. The lights shifted, to focus on the stage. Three young women appeared...and the placard did not lie. They did not have a stitch on, though veils concealed their faces. Sue's eyes took in their bare bodies. One was tall, lean, with small pointed breasts with pink nipples, a crescent-shaped birthmark between her breasts, and dark hair that fell to her shoulders. The other was a luscious brown, shorter and wider of hips, with slightly saggy, full breasts and dark nipples; her kinky hair was cropped short, close to the skull. The last was a blonde, of medium height, with more well-defined muscles and graceful movement that bespoke the dancer. Sue's mouth went dry as she saw the obvious round implants that jutted out from her chest, pierced with rings; the shaven pussy that jangled with rings as well, and a chain that ran down to her navel.

I'd like to give that chain a tug, Sue Storm thought to herself, wickedly.

She almost did, right there. An invisible hand...who would know? Only Susan Storm and God.

"Where hast thou been, sister?" said the first witch.

"Killing swine," said the second.

"Sister, where thou?" the third recited.

And the first witch answered: "A sailor’s wife had chestnuts in her lap, and munched and munched and munched..."

They played out the scene, moving around the cauldron counter-clockwise. Each had memorized their lines, and the women had talent. They moved in dramatic poses, to show off their naked bodies, sometimes shifting into spread their legs and flash their pussy to the crowd, or to bend over and make their assholes wink. As the waitress brought Sue another mojito, Sue realized abruptly she was the only customer here.

As the witches took their bows, and Sue clapped politely, feeling the buzz of the ****, the waitress approached her and bent low to say:

"The ladies wonder if you would like to join them for a private show in the back room. There's a scene they'd very much like to play for you."

Sue Storm blinked. She had enough presence of mind to ask how much...and when the price was mentioned, Sue knew exactly what she would be buying. And it wouldn't be Shakespeare. She froze. Tipsy as she was, she knew this was different than what had happened with Nissa. If she spent money, that was buying prostitutes. That was cheating on Reed Richards for real.

She was at the crossroads of her life and marriage.

Or haven't I already crossed it? Sue wondered, as she handed her credit card to the waitress. She rose and followed the woman back to the VIP room. Heart hammering a mile a minute. The thrill of what she was about to do overwhelmed all the instincts that normally would have sent Sue Storm stumbling back to the Baxter Building.