Nairobi Makes Sue Storm Work For A Happy Ending

One of Kang the Conqueror's alternate selves was a Tyrannosaurus Rex. Sue Storm wasn't sure exactly how that was possible. Some different timeline where the dinosaurs never went extinct, presumably. Whatever the case, the temporal adventure felt like it took a week, even if the Fantastic Four returned to their own timeline mere minutes after they had left—bruised, bleeding, slightly scorched, and with a severe cramp in the Invisible Woman's thigh.

She kissed her children and her husband before limping toward the elevator.

"I'm going for a massage," she announced.

No one stopped her. Why would they?

Nairobi was waiting as Sue limped in. The Invisible Woman hadn't bothered to take off her singed costume, just thrown on an overcoat, which slipped off with an exhausted sigh. Her clothes came after it. Nairobi, hair in tight rows, in a soft white padded vest that left muscular arms and shoulders bare and long white pants, watched in silence. She waited until Sue was naked and staggered toward the table.

The dark-skinned young woman stepped between Sue and the table.

Sue paused, not sure what was going on.

"You want a massage?" Nairobi said, one eyebrow raised.

"Yes?" Sue said.

"And a happy ending?" the masseuse went on.

Sue's eyebrows furrowed.

"Yes?" she said, voice querulous.

"Then I want something from you," Nairobi said.

The Invisible Woman blinked. She was naked. Exhausted. Her leg hurt. She really, really wanted a massage and an orgasm and maybe a glass of wine and a nap.

"Take off my clothes," Nairobi ordered.

Sue hesitated. She wobbled back and forth for a moment. Then her pale hands found the velcro strips on the vest. Nairobi worked with her, as the small breasts with the dark nipples came into view. The Invisible Woman knew she could use her powers, but she was tired, and in truth, she felt her pulse quicken at this little game.

The heroine eased herself onto her good knee to pull down Nairobi's pants...and that was when she felt the small, strong hand on the back of her head. Sue stared forward and saw that Nairobi's pubic hair had been waxed, utterly hairless, a demure little slit nestled between the other woman's thighs.

"Kiss it," Nairobi ordered. "Kiss my cunt. And maybe I'll kiss yours..."