Sue Storm Finds Criminals Sexy

The Invisible Woman emerged from her appointment with Dr. Stone with shaky legs. Energized, as she often was after sex, and a little sore, but also relaxed. She was glad that her sessions with Dr. Stone were utterly secret, because she wouldn't want her family or friends, much less the public, to know what form her stress treatments were taking.

They worked, though.

Sue Storm walked the streets of Manhattan with her blonde head held high, shoulders back, chest out, smiling and moving with long, confident strides. She saw the purch-snatcher move toward her, marked him out. A regular problem on the streets of New York. She tightened the grip on her bag without looking like she did. When she felt the tug—

A warm spike of pleasure shot up her spine. Her pussy squeezed tight, her nipples instantly hard, nostrils flaring...

—an invisible bar slipped between his ankles. He stumbled, fell, letting go of her purse to protect his face as he slammed into the pavement.

Sue Storm kept walking, heart hammering, trying to understand what just happened. Something about the act. The boldness of it, the transgression of watching someone commit a crime. The nakedly erotic excitement that had moved through her body had been fleeting, but powerful. Definitely something to discuss with Dr. Stone at her next appointment.

Then her communicator beeped. She brought it to her face.

"Sue, Moonstone is attacking the American Museum of Natural History. You're closest. How soon can you be there?" Reed Richard's voice crackled over the communicator.

"On my way!" Sue said, ducking into an alley. She was already stripping off her civilian clothes, using invisible columns to climb into the sky. She could be in the museum and in costume in moments.