A Maid Cafe

It was a little place in Little Tokyo in the East Village. Sue Storm felt a little chagrined to step inside, the smiling, slim Japanese women in their immaculate maid uniforms, the skirts scandalously short, showing off panties and cleavage with each bow.

They bowed a lot.

Nairobi, for her part, seemed to enjoy the Invisible Woman's quiet distress. She ordered for both of them, a kind of tea that the heroine wasn't familiar with, and Sue did her best not to sneak glances at the maids. Her date smiled and leaned forward.

"You're allowed to look, you know," the young woman said. "It's what they're there for."

"It feels—pervy," Sue said, her hands clasped together on the table before her.

Nairobi reached out and laid one brown hand on Sue's own.

"It's okay to be pervy," she said softly, and Sue looked up into a wicked smile. "You know what your problem is?"

Sue blinked. She hadn't been prepared for this. Not the warm touch, not the conversation.

"What?"

"You are the whitest white girl in all existence," Nairobi said, not moving her hand. "Culture has pushed you to be the perfect wife and mother. You've excelled at basically everything, done your best to contribute to society. But it's not working out for you personally. You needed a black girl to make you cum, because your husband had completely failed to meet your sexual needs. And you have a hard time reconciling the fact that you did everything basically right and yet you need to step out on your marriage to get off."

Sue blanched. The way Nairobi had said it, explained it all so plainly, stung her.

"You sound like my therapist," Sue said, instinctively trying to deflect.

"The thing is," Nairobi continued on. "Your cultural programming is bullshit. It's all societal expectations. You've done great things. You deserve to get off. I'm happy getting you off."

Sue's blush spread all the way to her ears. Under the table, Nairobi's foot slipped out of her shoe and stroked Sue's thigh.

"I want to get to know you, I really do," Nairobi said, as the maid brought their tea. "But you don't have to seduce me. You've saved the whole planet a dozen times. My panties are ready to drop whenever you are. So don't worry about being pervy."

Nairobi's toe pressed between Sue's legs. Like pushing a button with her toe.

"Just be honest with me about what you want."