Nude Photos of Reed...and Another Woman

"Far cabinet. Third drawer down. Under the Rs," Mae said, pointing to an adjoining office.

Sue Storm stood. She left the naked woman on the couch and went to the filing cabinet. Rather than touch anything with her hands, Sue used her powers to create an invisible pair of hands. The cabinet was unlocked. The files in alphabetical order. The Invisible Woman flipped through the R's until she came to Richards, Reed, and pulled the folder. Opened it, still with her invisible **** fields.

There was a photo there of Reed. Naked, facing away from the camera, but his arms and body stretched, wrapping around a nude green-skinned woman. Sue saw the white bands at the temple, the short hair in the style he favored—and, with an intake of breath, some things that couldn't be faked.

The small birthmark, just above his left buttock. The scar just above the hairline, where the Skrulls had probed his brain. The other scar, on his shoulder, where a little patch of skin cancer had been removed. The things that no deepfake could fake, because Reed never showed those parts of himself.

Sue flipped through the photos. The camera angle didn't change. It was being shot from high-up, and Reed and the green woman were on a circular bed with crimson sheets. Few details of the room were visible. But there were plenty of details of the two of them as they tried out different positions. After a half-dozen photos, Sue finally found one that made her stop and pause—the green woman had her feet on Reed's knees. His cock was stuffed into her ass; his hands cupped her breasts—his neck stretched around so that they could kiss as she bounced on his cock.

But there was a mirror behind the bed. And in that mirror, she could see the profile of the face of Reed and the green-skinned woman. A terrible queasy sensation came over Sue, as if she had been punched in the gut.

"Celebrities, superheroes, a lot of people try to sell me candid photos and videos," Mae said from the other room. "Sometimes I buy them. This one came to me from a photographer in **** need of money. I paid him."

"Who?" Sue Storm said, a knot in her gut. "Who did you buy them from?"

"If I tell you," Mae said. "Will you at least consider my offer?"

"I'll consider it," the Invisible Woman said, noncommittally.