Take a step back and cool down

"I need to sit," she said suddenly, the combination of post-performance adrenaline, arousal, and the three drinks she'd had earlier making her lightheaded.

Ebony guided her to a nearby chair, and the women helped work the catsuit the rest of the way off, leaving Susan in just her tank top and underwear, both damp with sweat.

"Better?" Alexis asked, her hand lingering on Susan's bare shoulder.

"Much," Susan nodded, though 'better' wasn't quite the right word. Cooler, yes. Less constricted, certainly. But the removal of the latex had done nothing to diminish the throbbing need between her thighs or the heightened sensitivity of her skin.

"We'll let you cool down," Ebony said, seemingly sensing Susan's need for space. "But some of us are going for drinks after closing. You should join."

"Definitely," Destiny added from across the room. "You're one of us now, girl. Time to socialize properly."

"Bring your wallet though," Jade quipped. "Alexis makes us split every bill down to the penny."

"Only because Destiny always conveniently 'forgets' cash," Alexis retorted, stepping away from Susan with a final squeeze of her shoulder. "Think about it, Suzanne. Could be fun."

As the women returned to their own preparations, Susan sat in semi-solitude, her body cooling but her mind racing. The invitation represented another threshold – moving her relationship with these women beyond the confines of the club, letting 'Suzanne' expand into spaces normally reserved for Susan Storm.

It was dangerous. It was tempting. It was exactly what she wanted.