Drink, Dance, and Make-Out

Two shots. Karla showed Sue how to use the salt and lime. It cut the burn of the alcohol a little, and Sue felt the buzz start. The lights were a little brighter, the shadows a bit darker, a sense of well-being and warmth suffused her body, and all the aches and pains of adult life seemed to fade a little into the background.

That was when the blonde psychiatrist dragged Sue Storm onto the dance floor.

They were pressed close together by the crush. Young men surrounded them. Not touching. Not yet. But Sue Storm could feel their eyes on her, undressing her from that blue dress. All smiles that ended at hungry, predatory gazes. She could almost smell the testosterone as they crowded around her.

Yet Sue didn't feel in danger. She was the Invisible Woman. With a thought, she could surround herself with an invisible force field that none of these men could penetrate. Or turn herself invisible, leaving them with nothing to satiate their lusts on.

The attention made Sue feel suddenly carefree.

Karla's hands caught Sue's hips and twisted her around. Sue found herself facing a handsome, muscular young man with an ROTC buzz-cut, in a tight-fitting shirt and black jeans that almost seemed painted on.

The Invisible Woman could not see Karla's eyes glow as she used her powers to knock Sue Storm into a suggestible state.

"Dance with him. Let it happen."

She gave a little push, and Sue's hands fell on the young man's shoulders. Not one to miss an opportunity, his hands found the older woman's hips, his face leaned in towards hers. Sue felt her heart hammer in her chest. This couldn't be happening.

Then his lips were pressed against hers, his tongue in her mouth. She tasted whisky and weed as his hands slid down to her butt, he squeezed her ass and lifted Sue Storm up onto her toes.

Karla smiled, feeling a pair of hands grab her breasts from behind. She didn't mind. It was working.