“If Susan Storm wants to play the slut, then let her BE a slut!” Mephisto cackled and made signs of mystic symbols in the air, which formed fiery shapes. He muttered darkly under his breath then pointed at the image in the portal.
In the cab, Sue shivered as a strange feeling swept over her. She felt particularly exhilarated tonight, and felt that anything could happen…
She arrived at the strip club and walked into the manager’s office. The bald, muscled manager was behind his desk, just snorting a line of coke from its surface. Sue smirked and opened her coat, revealing the gleaming latex outfit clinging to her fabulous body. “Holy fuck Suzanne, you look hot tonight”, he grunted. “I look hot EVERY night, Karl”, she replied, turning to hang her coat up and letting him have a nice view of her glorious ass.
“You know, you should let your hair down tonight and try some of this. It’s good shit.”
Susan normally would have spat such a vile offer back in his face, but she surprised herself by actually thinking this wasn’t such a bad idea. Up till now the thought of doing drugs of any kind was repellent to her, but somehow, tonight, she felt differently.
“You know, I might just take you up on that.” She smiled sexily and slinked over to the desk, bending down and taking the rolled ten dollar bill from Karl’s hand, she applied it to the line of coke and snorted it deep into her nostril. A tingling feeling in her nose was followed by an amazing sensation of pleasure that flushed through her. “Oh, hell yeaaaahh”, she breathed, her eyes half closed and her mouth parted in a smile of pure wickedness.
“Since you’re feeling so agreeable tonight, how about giving me that fuck I’ve been asking for since you started here?”