Sue Storm Invites Nairobi Out For Coffee

The Invisible Woman had turned over, Nairobi's hands kneading her breasts when Sue Storm finally popped the question:

"Would you like to...get a cup of coffee after this?"

The small dark woman paused in mid-grope. Her fingers pressed on Sue's dark nipples. Nairobi stared down at Sue, whose weak smile looked like a frown when upside-down. Then a slow smile spread on Nairobi's face.

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

Sue gave a nervous lap.

"I...yes? I thought we could talk. Get to know each other better."

Nairobi's fingers teased and toyed with Sue's nipples.

"Do you really think that's wise?" the masseuse said. "I mean, you're kind of a celebrity. If anybody takes pictures, it could show up online, in newspapers. Your husband would be bound to hear."

Sue Storm's heart fell. She hadn't really thought about the papparazzi. Yet something stirred inside Sue, a bit of resistance.

"My husband doesn't control who I can be friends with," Sue said. "And neither do the press. Of course, if you're concerned about...potential exposure...we could go somewhere else. Somewhere more private."

The Invisible Woman's heart thundered at those words. Her nipples were stiff, and Nairobi's constant teasing, though it felt good, was distracting. Based on the young woman's smile, she knew it, too.

"Private. Intimate. I can think of one place we can go. It might be a bit...daring...for you, though. Are you up for something like that?"

Sue Storm wasn't sure what she was agreeing to, yet her heart leaped at the chance.

"Yes!"