Another Recording For Sale

A different night, the same dive bar. Janet van Dyne pulled the olive off a cocktail stick, and let it fall into the empty glass. Nervous energy crackled along her nerves, and it was all she could do not to let her bioelectricity loose.

She smelled the pig-man before she noticed the bulk of him, hidden in a trenchcoat and hat. He didn't come in the front door, but from the back. His snout twitched as he neared the booth, and the Wasp leaned back as he squeezed himself opposite her.

"Got the money?" he said, and laid a small device, identical to the first, onto the table. The hand wasn't entirely human; the fingers too thick, nails thick like a pig's, the skin too pink.

"Let's see the recording," the Wasp said, noncommittal.

His head nodded as he pressed a button, and the screen popped up. Another button, and it began to play. The screen opened with a close-up on a familiar face of Sue Storm. Too accurate. The Wasp's mind ran through the possibilities—a Skrull, a clone, a life model decoy, a whore with an image inducer—but then the camera panned out, and Janet's eyes widened.

The Sue-double wasn't entirely naked. She wore a transparent one-piece that went from crotch to neck. Gossamer wings were attached to the back, to give a fey appearance. A black headband held a ridiculous pair of antennae on her head. The woman on the screen looked like a kind of perverted Tinkerbell—and then Janet's blood went cold.

Sue Storm, the real Invisible Woman, had recently gotten a boyish haircut. The "actress" on screen, who smiled nervously as she spread her legs for the camera, had the exact same pixie cut.

That wasn't the only thing that was new.

A pair of small metal rings now pierced the Sue-double's labia, one on either side. Through the tinny speakers, Janet heard the blonde say:

"I just got my new rings, and I can't have sex until they heal...so today you'll have to fuck my ass..."

Sue Storm's butt filled the screen. She reached back and tore the sheet material. There was a plug in her ass, a soft blue one stamped with a white 4 on it.

Janet watched for a minute longer. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the waitress coming to get Porkum's order. The Wasp's right hand shut the screen. Her left pressed the money into Porkum's palm under the table. His thick fingers flicked through the bills.

"You ever tried the house special?" he said to Janet. "You should. Honey?" Porkum turned to the waitress. "Get my friend here a special."

He slipped the waitress a hundred. Porkum leaned forward across the table as she walked away. The small, dark eyes seemed to find and hold Janet's for a moment.

"You should know," he said softly. "That I may have been followed here. Best that you stay here for a few minutes after I leave. Try the special. Pleasure doing business with you. Until next time."

Followed? Shit. Am I exposed? Janet Van Dyne wondered. The Wasp almost zapped him right there. The smugness, the cloak-and-dagger bullshit. She could feel her body tense up, even as she was firmly aware of the recording in her hand.

Yet he squeezed himself out of the booth and turned back the way he came—and the waitress arrived, with a cloudy grey-white concoction in a gimlet glass. Janet looked at it warily. The drink had the consistency of a jello shot, but the smell that came off of carried a hint of ammonia.

"What's in it?" Janet asked the waitress, an older woman, dead-eyed. Both she and the black jeans she wore had seen better decades.

"Cream," was all the woman said, before a clatter behind the bar caught her attention.

Janet stared at the drink dubiously. Then she opened the little player again. The recording picked up where it had left off. The fake wings on Sue Storm's back made her own shoulders itch as thick pink fingers tugged at the butt plug. The Wasp tentatively brought the drink to her lips and took the smallest of sips.

She almost gagged. The thing was salty, and the ammonia-scent strong enough that it almost burned her nostrils. The aftertaste was bitter. Yet for all that, as Janet watched the video play, she found herself going back for another sip...and another...and then there were two empty glasses on the table when she finally tucked the device into her purse and left, pussy hot and wet.