Have Sue and Janet Caught Having Sex In Public

The next night. Sue Storm stepped out of the Baxter Building in a dress. Blue with white sparkles. Diamonds at her throat. Janet van Dyne picked her up in a limousine, her dress dark reds and burgundies. The opera was in town. Van Dyne had a box. Nothing too unusual.

Except Porkum had given instructions. And by special arrangement, the photographer had been set up in the adjoining box.

He couldn't miss when, during the aria, Sue Storm popped a breast out of Janet's dress, to suck on a stiff pink nipple. No one down below could hear the makeout noises, but the camera flashed . . . and then gave way to simply recording the increasingly intense lesbian affair on his phone. Even in the dim light, it was impossible to mistake that was the Invisible Woman eating out the Wasp's pussy.

The footage hit the internet by midnight. The photos, tastefully censored, hit newspapers the next day.

Sue Storm didn't return to the Baxter Building that night. She stayed over at Janet van Dyne's Manhattan apartment. Communicators and phones off. The two women, biochemically enslaved to Porkum, following his instructions to the letter. Examining each others bodies. Enjoying them. Long sessions spent mouth-to-cunt, moaning softly, driven by an addictive need for his addictive jizz.

There was something sad and desperate in their lovemaking. There were times when Sue cried, and Jan had to hold her, as the Invisible Woman thought of her reputation going down in flames, of the impact on her family. The children wouldn't understand why mommy was caught with her tongue up Janet's ass. Reed would divorce her. What other choice would he have?

"Maybe one of them will save us," Jan said, curling a strand of golden hair about her finger.

"That's the terrible part," Sue admitted. "I don't want to be saved. I want his cock, splitting me in two, pumping gallons of jizz into my cheating cunt forever."

Jan nodded sadly. She felt it too. The need, the desire, the terrible lust. Sex with Sue Storm was fantastic, orgasmic, but Porkum...her body needed the mutant pig-man's prick. She hugged the Invisible Woman closer.

Outside, the paparazzi waited. It was a full press siege of the Wasp's building, which could easily last for weeks.

The only question was: how would Reed Richards respond?