Dr. Stone Uses This As Leverage For Sex

The text arrived immediately.

EMERGENCY THERAPY SESSION. MY OFFICE. NOW.

Sue Storm groaned.

"Who was that?" Nairobi asked.

"My therapist," Sue Storm said with a wince.

"Oooh," the younger woman said. "You should go."

"But—"

"She took your picture. With me. If she shows anyone—" Nairobi said. Her lips thin. "Look, it's not a problem with me if I'm seen having sex with you, but you have a husband, a family, an...image to maintain."

Sue sighed. She was right.

The Invisible Woman walked into Dr. Stone's office with the demeanor of a puppy that had done something unspeakable to the carpet. Dr. Stone had changed her clothes, now wore only a pink satin robe trimmed in black, and was sipping bourbon from a glass, the bottle on her desk.

As the door closed behind Sue, the blonde psychiatrist looked up.

"I've encrypted the image and stored it in a private file server. Separate from my therapy notes. More secure," she said. "And now we need to have a chat."

Sue Storm blinked. "Are you...blackmailing me?"

Karla gave the barest shake of her head.

"I am treating you. Like a patient who is on the verge of sex addiction. You cannot afford to have sex wherever you want, with whomever you want. Your impulse control has obviously been compromised. The Invisible Woman, having sex in the bathroom of a maid cafe? That isn't a careful and discreet affair. That's the kind of bullshit that idiot teenagers whose brains haven't fully developed yet do!"

There was emotion in Karla's voice as she rose. Anger, hurt, concern. Each word hit Sue like a gut punch. Like how she would lecture one of her own kids after they'd done something wrong, like steal a cookie or "borrow" a vibranium knife from Reed's lab.

Karla stepped around the desk. Sue was still standing.

"You need an outlet for your sexual desires. I understand that. What you need to understand is to control those desires. To find a proper outlet. One which is sufficiently discreet. Like a weekly meeting with your therapist."

The robe fell open. Sue Storm froze as she saw the naked body beneath. The generous swell of the breasts with the pink nipples, the prominent musculature, including a well-defined six-pack of abdominal muscles. The bare pussy. Sue's eyes fell down to that naked slit. She didn't see the glow that shone from Dr. Stone's eyes, the aura that formed around the psychiatrist's head as Moonstone engaged her implants, a gravimetric pulse knocking Sue's brain into a sugggestive state.

The Invisible Woman didn't flinch as Karla let the robe slip to the floor. As the psychiatrist braced her ass against the desk, legs spread wide. She stared, unable to look away, at how the labia were open slightly, at the wetness that meant excitement.

"Go ahead," Karla said. "Eat up. It's safe here. With me."