Photo session at Wonder Woman’s place!

Diana jolted when she heard the loud electronic buzz-sound. Never having managed to get herself completely used to the signal that someone was trying to access her garage, Diana nevertheless quickly rose from in front of her desk and strode across her flat to the surveillance-module that was installed in her bedroom, disguised as a closet.

“Hello darling,” Betsy’s telepathic voice could be heard in Diana’s head just as the dark-haired superheroine entered the module to look at one the screens inside of it, “fancy letting us in?”

There, on the screen, Diana saw that there was a car waiting at the entrance to her garage, and a quick peak at the screen displaying the imagery of the x-ray camera verified that Betsy Braddock and Peter Rasputin were the occupants of the black coupe.

Smiling at the screens, Diana pressed the button which triggered the gates to rise, allowing Betsy to drive the European sports car down into her subterranean garage.

Stopping in front of her bedroom-mirror to make sure that she looked alright, Diana then smiled at her image in the reflective glass, before quickly walking over to the doors to the elevator, through which Psylocke and Colossus should appear at any moment.

Watching the digital display next to the elevator counting down the seconds until it reached this floor and the doors would swing open, Wonder Woman couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle, the Amazon couldn’t help but wonder what the following days would offer her.
“Oh,” Betsy’s voice appeared again, “you just wait and see.”

Via mail, the three had agreed on a number of things. Firstly, that Peter Parker would supply Colossus with the proper equipment for the shoot, the everyday persona of New York’s most profiled persona receiving a tidy amount of money in return for his efforts. Parker had been all smiles when Wonder Woman had contacted him and told him what was happening, and he even managed to slip Colossus a few tips concerning photography when the Russian hunk came by to pick up the cameras.

Secondly, they all agreed that the shoot would take place in Diana’s home, which had several pros; it offered them plenty of privacy, with all the windows being made of special glass which allowed them to look out, but no one on the outside to look in. And it was convenient for all of them, with the X-men’s mansion being only a few hours drive from there.

Thirdly, they would put two whole days aside for this, and the only thing that would cause them to interrupt their work would be a major catastrophe, like Onslaught popping back up again or Galactus showing up to make the Statue of Liberty his bride.

This morning, three days after her visit to the mansion in Salem, Diana had gotten out of bed, had some breakfast followed by a shower, and then she had carefully and meticulously used a razor to remove all but a thin patch of pubic hair that ran in a straight line from vaginal mound and a few inches upwards. After covering the just recently shaved portions of her crotch with baby oil, she had then sauntered over to her bedroom and slipped into what she had decided would be the first outfit that she was to be photographed in; a pair of black bikini briefs which were tied together at the sides, and a bikini-top in the same shade of black that consisted of two small triangular patches that covered the front of her swelling breasts, and which was tied together both at the front of her bosom and at the back of her neck.

Dressed in that revealing piece of attire plus a thin black robe that hung open, Diana made sure that she was standing with her legs wide apart and her back straight when the elevator doors slid open.