Moonstone Acts Like A Slut

"Wait!"

Sue Storm paused. Karla sat there on the bed, hand over her crotch, legs in casts. There was no hiding what she had been doing. Neither did Karla want to hide it. In fact, she thought she might be able to turn this to her advantage.

"Susan, I appreciate you coming over here and helping me. I really do. More than I can say," Karla said. Her cheeks were flushed, and she met the Invisible Woman's eyes and held her gaze. "But I need you to understand that this is my apartment, my home. I am comfortable with my sexuality, and my needs are—frequent. Sometimes immense. It's not something I'm ashamed of, and it's not something I'm going to hide from you. If you come over here, you will see me do things. And I need you to either be okay with that, if this is going to continue. Because while I appreciate your kindness, I want to be upfront and honest about what you can expect. If you don't want to see me naked and masturbating—"

Karla left the rest unsaid.

A little color had flooded Sue Storm's cheeks. The Invisible Woman bit her lip. Her eyes dropped, down to where Karla gripped her crotch. Then she glanced away.

"I—I guess—it doesn't bother you that I'm here while you—?" Sue asked.

The injured villain gave a grin. Her fingers began to work in and out of her sloppy hole.

"No, it doesn't bother me," Karla said. "There was a time, long ago, when I was embarrassed and ashamed of my desires. I tried to hide them. And you know what happened? I was miserable. Always anxious someone would find out my terrible secret, that I was a slut who liked to rub her pussy or place with her ass or imagine licking a pussy all the time. Except you know what I found out?"

Sue turned back to meet the psychiatrist's gaze. "What's that?"

"Everyone has those feelings. Some more intense than others. Except for a few genuine asexuals out there, everyone has sexual desires, fantasies. Almost everyone masturbates. The sex industry exists to fill a genuine need. A prudish society would like to pretend otherwise, but the most vocal are often the biggest hypocrites. And I decided I didn't want to be a hypocrite. I didn't want to lie. And I'm not going to lie to you. This is who I am, Sue. This is what I do. I'm a grown adult woman, and I toggle my mouse just like everyone else. And I'm not going to stop doing that in my own apartment, not for you or anyone else."

Sue Storm nodded. There was understanding there.

"Okay," Sue said.

And that was that. She went back to the kitchen, but she didn't leave. Karla smiled to herself as she rubbed her clit with her left hand and plunged two fingers into her sloppy slit with the other. When she moaned, she didn't hold back. She wanted Sue to hear her from the kitchen. Wanted those sounds to work on the Invisible Woman.

Maybe, Moonstone thought, as the heat and excitement built and built inside of her, I'm not so powerless after all.