How does Sue Storm dance with a butt plug in?
Sue Gets Excited & Into It
When Sue Storm was growing up, she remembered the lessons in posture. Balancing a book on her head. Then later, dance lessons at university, holding a quarter between her cheeks. All the little discomforts and awareness of her body had paid off, more than once, on the battlefield. A sudden twist to avoid a ray gun. A lunge beneath a hail of bullets. Twirl and twist to disarm a bad guy.
On the pole she did a lazy swirl and then began to climb. Felt the burn in calves and shoulders, the hungry eyes of Nissa upon her. The Invisible Woman hooked her knee around the pole and slid her hands to her breasts, the stiff nipples poking between her fingers as she began her slide.
The plug was a constant presence. A constant reminder. Almost a constant need to run to the bathroom, that Sue knew she was clean and empty. It was just nervous energy, her body unused to the stimulation as the weight, the buzzmoved through her body. One, twice, three times she almost slipped and fell.
"Don't fight it!" Nissa yelled from the edge of the stage. "Work with it! Feel the rhythm! Put it into your show! That's the music!"
The Invisible Woman's clear heels struck the stage. She shook her ass in Nissa's face, and the other stripped laughed.
"That's the way you do it! Go girl!"
Sue grinned and groped the pole. She seemed to hump it, her hips moving, biceps constricting as she pulled herself upward. She loved the feeling height, the control it gave her...or maybe the lack of control. Holding onto the pole with both hands, she raised both heels up in a V as she hung her head down low, golden hair streaming. Her pussy humped the hard metal pole, ass cheeks buzzing madly as the plug almost clinked against the metal.
With a flourish, Sue spun. It was an advanced move, something she had wanted to try. She came down hard in a superhero landing, one knee bent, one leg out, a predatory grin on her face as if ready to stalk across the stage.
There came a slow, heavy clap from the gallery.
Not Nissa. The young woman had turned to stare at the figure who emerged. Who had been silently watching from the shadows this entire time.
Who is the clapper?
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