3 Days - Mae Asks Sue Out Again

Hank Pym accidentally caused a Cosmic Cascade where the Microverse and the universe switched scales. Sue Storm wasn't entirely sure what that meant, only that it involved a 72-hour hunt across all of creation for "Pym Anti-Particles" and that Franklin saved the day by creating a Rubik's Cube out of negative mass. Or something.

On top of that, one of Johnny's dates got her underwear mixed in with the family wash.

When Mae had called and recommended drinks, Sue had nearly leaped at the chance.

"It's not that I hadn't intended to explain the birds & the bees," Sue Storm said. "But how the heck do you explain to your daughter that some women have up to four vaginas during certain parts of their lifecycle? And Reed was of no help. Kept trying to show her pictures of Johnny's latest alien slut molting."

Mae laughed.

It wasn't a club this time, but a wine tasting at a library. The New York Public Library had finally received a grant to catalogue, digitize, and preserve its collection of erotic video materials. Based on the deference the librarians showed Mae Mifton, Sue suspected her friend had been the anonymous donor who had provided the funds. The style was low-key. Sue and Mae both wore more conservative dresses; Sue in deep midnight blue, Mae in a soft, shimmery emerald that accented her swaying hips and bigger breasts.

Sue was Mae's plus one. It was weird, how many people seemed to assume they were a couple.

"Hey," Mae said softly, after they'd both been through the wines for tasting. Sue could smell it on her breath, the **** just a bit more intense than Mae's perfume. Sue could feel the warm buzz herself. Not enough to be considered ****, but she was glad she wasn't driving herself home tonight. "I want to show you something."

A warm hand closed on Sue's wrist. She let herself be led, away from the historians and librarians, to an alcove where they kept a vintage peep machine. One of those devices that seemed more a thing of carpentry than engineering. Something Edison would have recognized.

"This," Mae said, her voice little more than a whisper. "Is the earliest pornographic film in the collection. It's titled 'The Invisible Woman.'"

Mae's grin was mischievous. Sue, perhaps more buzzed than she allowed, gave an answering smile. She put her face to the eyepiece, turned the crank.

"It's not the original film," Mae said. "This is a digitized replica. The original is too fragile. But you can crank this all day, play the two-minute loop over and over again."

Sue played it through. Her smile fell.

There was a familiar-looking blonde woman there, in a familiar-looking uniform. It was in black and white, no color, but a crude 4 was clearly visible, stitched into a white circle on the chest. Over the course of about thirty seconds, the clothes disappeared, revealing a familiar body. The same that Sue saw in the mirror every day. The remaining minute and thirty saw part of the body disappear. Sue's face flushed as her doppelganger on the ancient film, her crotch invisible, impaled herself on a dildo. The dildo was visible, even though the pussy it penetrated was not, and there was no sound, only the woman's O-face...

"Originally, everyone thought it was done with trick photography," Mae said. "But when I saw it...I knew you had to see it too."

Sue Storm nodded.

It had to be time travel. Or something.

"Thank you, Mae. For showing me this."