Sue Stays Invisible And Watches

With a thought, Sue Storm turned the thumbdrive invisible. She stayed perfectly still, barely breathing as she watched Moonstone move through the apartment. It was odd to see the woman this way—there was none of the pretense of "Dr. Stone," none of the aggression that marked her outings as a costumed villain. Just a tired woman who began to shed her clothes.

"Oh fuck that feels good," Moonstone said as her bra came off. Sue's eyes noted the red lines left on the blonde villain's skin. The bra was obviously too small for her, and the villain's hands reached up to tub the underside of her generous tits, the little pink nipples surprisingly stiff.

After two children, Sue Storm wore a 34C bra. Moonstone was bigger. The Invisible Woman watched the half-naked villain massage her breasts and wondered if they were natural, or implants. She couldn't see any scars on that pale skin, but seeing the objects of her obsession this close was...fascinating.

Then Moonstone sighed and pulled off her skirt and panties. Sue's eyes went wide as she caught sight of something in between those well-toned ass cheeks. The Invisible Woman could feel her face grow hot as Moonstone bent over, and the rounded black base of a butt plug became clearly visible. She licked her lips, curious how big it was...how long she wore it. Did Moonstone wear that thing while they were having their therapy sessions?

The now-naked villain straightened and turned back toward the living room. Sue reached out an invisible hand, and with achingly care, pulled the thumb drive from the laptop and drew it across the space into her hand. Moonstone, utterly unaware of the invisible observer and flying object, poured herself a glass of whiskey and went to her laptop.

Invisible boots cushioned Sue's footfalls as she maneuvered behind the naked villain. Moonstone was slumped low in the chair. With one hand, she sipped her whiskey. With the other, she navigated through her folders. Opened up a secure datastore. Sue's nostrils flared as she saw her own photo show up. Moonstone clicked through pages of text. Some kind of dossier, therapy notes...all of which should be now accessible to Sue through the spyware she'd installed on the laptop.

Then the pictures appeared. Of Sue. Battle-damaged uniforms. Wardrobe malfunctions. Sue's whole body stiffened, face hot as she saw herself in every moment of unintended exposure.

Moonstone's face was locked on the screen. She set the half-empty whiskey glass down and reached down to touch the plug in her ass. Sue watched as the villain's hips began to move. Heard Moonstone's breathing grow louder as she flipped between photos, returning to favored ones.

"Sexy," Moonstone muttered under her breath, as her hips began to buck.

By the time the villain finished, Sue's own pussy was soaking, dribbles of personal juice leaking down the leggings of her costume. The Invisible Woman waited until Moonstone entered the bathroom and closed the door before she slipped out, back the way she had come.

I'm definitely going to be reviewing those camera feeds, Sue Storm thought to herself.