Nairobi Pushes Sue Storm's Self-Control

I'm fine, Sue Storm thought to herself as she checked into the massage parlor. I'm a strong, independent woman. I can do this. I can have a perfectly normal relationship with my masseuse.

The Invisible Woman slipped off her robe, Dr. Stone's words from the last session still repeating through her mind.

Just a test. I can do this. I can get a massage from another woman, and it will all be professional and perfectly normal even when she rubs my pussy. No different than my hairdresser. I mean, I don't let my hairdresser get me off, but...well, like my gynecologist. Who, admittedly, went to medical school to touch my pussy.

Sue was so preoccupied with these thoughts, she didn't notice when she turned around and bumped straight into Nairobi.

The masseuse was in a clean white sleeveless shirt, without a bra, and white pants. Sue blinked, surprised as always to find that Nairobi was almost half a head shorter than her, the dark brown chin even with the Invisible Woman's collarbone. The Negative Zone diamonds glittered at the young woman's throat. The Invisible Woman involuntarily took a step back, an apology on her lips...

...and Nairobi simply smiled back and grabbed the Invisible Woman's pussy.

The heroine's blue eyes widened at the sudden, unexpected, unasked-for penetration. Two of Nairobi's fingers slid into the wet slit—and Sue was wet, far more sexually excited than she had thought she was, looking forward to the massage—and Sue's apology turned into a gasp as the fingers curled and tugged softly.

"Someone's wet and ready for me," Nairobi said, her voice low and husky. "Why don't we take care of that happy ending now? It feels like you really need it. For a little extra, maybe we can do more...since you're my favorite customer."

Sue Storm swallowed. She wavered. The Invisible Woman had faced down demigods and cosmic-powered heralds of inhuman intelligences from before the creation of the universe, and yet for a moment she felt utterly powerless, hanging on the fingers of this dark young woman with her incredible confidence and skilled fingers, her bold manner and soft little body.

The heroine licked her lips, unsure how to respond. With only one move, Sue Storm's self-control hung by a thread.