A Photo Shoot

I can't believe I'm doing this, the Invisible Woman thought as she emerged from the dressing room in her robe.

The photography studio was built in a former industrial space. The large open space that might have once been a factory floor had been divided up into a number of different sets. A couple bedrooms, a faux-snow-covered wilderness, an outer space set complete with a rocket ship made of brushed aluminum and black plastic tubing, an "ancient" temple complete with altar. The quality of the sets was actually impressive; Sue felt as if she had stepped onto a Hollywood sound stage, and the lighting setup on the high ceiling reinforced the impression.

Except there were no movie cameras. Just Genevieve.

The skinny Italian woman had shaved the sides of her head, which were covered with tattoos, and let her long greying hair flow down from her scalp to her barely-there ass. The photographer wore a slim-cut grey pinstripe suit, complete with vest, the sleaves of rolled up to the elbows to show more tattoos.

Her smile showed clean, white, even teeth. There was something manic in her hazel eyes.

"You ready?"

Sue nodded.

"Good. Lose the clothes. We make some really sexy art."

"It's for my husband," Sue said, as she undid the robe and let it slip off her shoulders.

The full-body white-and-blue latex suit clung to Sue's body. Tighter than her uniform, thin enough that the camera could catch the shape of her nipples and the cleft of her cameltoe. Sue had to shave herself and oil herself down to slide into the incredibly tight-fitting document.

"Good, gorgeous," Genevieve smiled again. "Space ship. Very sexy astronaut. You among the moons and stars."

So they moved to that set. Sue posed. The photographer enjoyed putting Sue in embarassing positions. From behind bent over, so that her ass and pussy were pressed against the clinging latex. Crouched with a raygun in her hand, the camera taking shots of her breasts, her crotch, the way her hair was brushed over one eye.

Then, inevitably.

"Good. Sexy. More skin."

Instead of undressing, Sue used her powers. The arms and legs of the latex suit disappeared, to reveal only clean pink skin beneath. Genevieve moved her to one of the bedroom sets. Laid Sue on her back. Arms and legs stretched far. Hugging a pillow. Riding a pillow. Doing a split on the edge of the bed, the Invisible Woman's long legs stretched out before and behind her.

Sue began to feel comfortable with it. Genevieve was a one-eyed monster, her all-seeing eye wanted to capture Sue from every angle, enraptured by the soft swell of breast, the shapely thighs beneath the invisible latex. It wasn't like she was really exposed, she could still feel the invisible latex as it clung to her skin.

"Great. Sexy. More skin."

Sue experimented with making more of the latex suit invisible. Deep cleavage cuts to emphasize her breasts and shoulders. Midriff-bearing shots that showed her flat, toned stomach. Always, though, Genevieve pushed her for more. More skin. More ass, more tits. Even though she was fully clothed, Sue looked like she was dressed in low-slung booty shorts and a bra. Genevieve had moved her to a beach set, a painted ocean in the background. Playing with a clear, translucent inflated beach ball.

Genevieve smiled now. The lights were turned up, bright as the summer sun over Miami. The heat from them could burn Sue, right through the invisible latex, and in the suit she was already sweating. The liquid pooled under her breasts and squeezed oddly down the tight garment in ways that were unnatural for a nearly-naked woman, yet which the photographer seemed to find exciting.

"More skin," Genevieve said. "Show me everything."

It was crazy. Yet Sue did it.

She hid behind the transparent beach ball for a bit, her nipples little pink blurs, her slit nearly invisible between her legs. Yet the photographer got close. She had Sue on her back on the beach chair, knees akimbo, feet together. The ball above her head.

All of Sue Storm was on display. The Invisible Woman was totally visible.

The camera clicked.