Susan stepped from the machine. Her honey blonde hair was gone, replaced by sexily styled black mane with deep purple streaks. Her eyes wore midnight black makeup and her lips glistened with blood-red lipstick.
Her outfit was the biggest change though. She was a latex clad goddess. Her lovely curves were accentuated by the gleaming black rubber mini-dress that clung to her like a second skin. Latex stockings and opera gloves clung to her legs and arms, and her feet were strapped into black patent stilettos with studded ankle straps. Around her neck she wore a studded leather choker, a little memento from her days as Malice.
Being Malice had helped her realize that deep inside, there was a kinky slut struggling to be free, and Reed’s machine meant she could let that slut out to play every once in a while. Walking slinkily to a full length mirror, she delighted in her appearance. She turned her back to the mirror and bent over, running her hand over the shiny latex covering her wonderfully toned ass. She smiled at herself and ran her tongue along her glistening lips, enjoying the way the light caught on the silver tongue stud she wore.
Then she went to a wardrobe and slipped on a black overcoat that would conceal her outfit until she got to her destination – a strip club downtown. Not only did she have a latex fetish, she had discovered that she was an exhibitionist too. She loved to dance sexily and strip for a room full of howling customers, reveling in the power her sexuality gave her. The thought of all those hard cocks made her shiver with pleasure.
Happy with her appearance, she slipped out of one of the secret exits of the Baxter Building and went in search of a cab to take her downtown.
Unknown to her, she was being observed by someone who smiled evilly at the secret they'd discovered. It was...