Porkum Spreads Rumors About Sue Storm's Secret Life

Within twenty-four hours, the president of the United States had caused another scandal. Sue Storm sighed in relief as she saw images of her new tattoo off of the front page of the newspapers and the internet. Days past, and the Invisible Woman followed the advice she'd read on how best to take care of her new ink, which swiftly scabbed over and began to itch. After that, however, she knew that the skin would heal and then the new word would be presentable.

As the days passed, Sue started to think about it more. She looked at her wardrobe and imagined what she could wear—to either hide it or show it off. Sue blushed a little to think of a woman her age with a low-slung dress that showed off her ass-cleavage and lower back—and imagined what Reed and the others would think when they got back!

Yet in the back of her mind, she couldn't help but wonder at what Porkum's plan was.

There were parts of the internet that Sue Storm didn't see, and newspapers that she didn't read. That was where Porkum began to seed his lies. Slightly more revealing pictures of the tattoo session. Anonymous posters claimed that they had seen the Invisible Woman partying at clubs. A few women became copycats, with their own FANT4STIC tattoos and bleach-blonde hair. Those images circulated too. All of social media and in the tabloids were pictures of "Sue Storm" snorting a line off a mirror. A story of her sucking cock in a club bathroom.

Some of them were easier to disprove than others. Porkum made sure that the furor never quite died down, as days passed into weeks. Even as Sue Storm overcame her brief dependence on Porkum's jizz, her skin healed...and, quietly but surely, her reputation circled the toilet.

The best part was, Sue Storm was utterly ignorant as her reputation was trashed. Lawyers and press agents studiously ignored any rumor that didn't rise to libel. The Invisible Woman didn't listen to talk radio hosts and podcasters that joked about the Invisible Slut. Even as she recovered physically from her injury and prepared herself to action, Porkum sensed that the time was almost right to take the next step.

Which was well, as the world had not stood still.

"Richards and the others are returning," Doom warned, through the video call. "He has followed the false trail I have laid through many dimensions, but now they are on their way back. If you are to corrupt Susan Storm, you must do it now."

Porkum snorted. "Whatever you say, partner."

The dictator signed off. Porkum picked up his phone, with Doom's special app. The one that gave him access to Sue Storm's phone.

JVD: SUE.

SSR: Yes Jan?

JVD: GIRL'S NIGHT OUT.

SSR: I'm not really feeling it, Jan.

JVD: You've been cooped up too long! We need to get out! I'm sending a car. One hour.

SSR: Janet...

JVD: Don't make me beg. I need this. YOU need this.

SSR: Fine.

JVD: And wear something sexy! I want to see that tattoo! Ciao.

Which is how the Invisible Woman found herself in a scandalously short blue tube dress. One which left her shoulders bare and barely covered the small bandage on her thigh, while leaving her knees exposed. Tall blue boots completed her outfit. The best part of the dress was that the lower back was completely cut out, right down to the crack of her ass. It showed off her tattoo to perfect.

"Alright, Susan," she said, as she applied a bit of blue lipstick and eyeshadow. "A glass of wine with Janet and girls might be just what I need."

The car was a long black Rolls Royce, of some ancient vintage but perfectly maintained. A female driver in livery stepped out and opened the door for her. Sue smiled as she slid into the back seat, the dark grey upholstery clean and fresh-smelling. The Invisible Woman sat a little forward in the seat, so her lower back wouldn't touch the seats directly.

It was strange how her heart hammered. It felt like the start of an adventure.

She was more right than she knew.