Masturbate For Me

Sue Storm's face flushed. Instantly. She hadn't been prepared for that. And her answer was automatic:

"No."

Mae smiled. She continued as if Sue hadn't said anything.

"No recordings. Nobody else ever needs to know. I just want a memory to keep me warm at night," the naked porn star said. She brought Sue's blue penties up to her nose and gave a less-than-delicate sniff.

"No, Mae," Sue Storm said. "I'm not putting on a show for you."

"Then leave. Door's right there. Go home naked," her once-friend said.

Sue recognized that stubborn determination. There was a time, when she was young, that she had admired when Mae would get her back up, utterly confident. Now, on the wrong side of it, she found the obstinacy terrible.

From his monitoring station, Mysterio watched the little drama unfold.

"I fail to see how this furthers the objective," Doctor Doom said. "She will not consent to demean herself before a porn star. Even if she did, it would not shake the foundation of her marriage."

"You are brilliant, Victor," Mysterio said, and if Doom bristled at the familiarity, he did not show it. "Yet you miss the narrative! I am the director of this play, the vision is mine! Susan Storm has already made her choice. Now, she must reap the consequences. And expose who she really is—"

"Mae, I said n—"

The roof collapsed. A sparkling beam of light descended, and with terrible swiftness seized on the naked pornstar, who was still clutching Sue's clothes. The woman was dragging screaming up into the sky.

Followed, a moment later, by a naked Invisible Woman, rising on a column of invisible ****, the cold wind whipping past invisible flesh as she saw the distinct outline of a Skrull saucer rise into the sky.