Sue Storm Accepts the Kingpin's Offer To Work As A Stripper

"...I'm working Tuesday and Thursday nights," Sue Storm said. "As Sizzling Suzy."

Dr. Stone took a sip of her tea and realized it had gone cold while Sue Storm told her story.

"You're working as a stripper," the psychiatrist said. "For the Kingpin."

"Technically, I'm undercover," Sue said. "I explained everything to Maria Hill at S.H.I.E.L.D., and she was over the moon. They want Wilson Fisk like they want Frank Castle to vacation in Latveria. They hope I can work my way into a position where I can use my invisibility powers to learn more about his illegal operations."

"And how did your husband and family take this news?" Dr. Stone asked.

"I—" Sue took a deep breath. She didn't blush, exactly, but Karla noticed the hesitation, the dilation of her pupils. "—I haven't told them yet. Exactly. They know I'm doing some undercover work for S.H.I.E.L.D, but not the details."

And there it is, Karla thought with relief. Keeping secrets. Stripping naked in a club. A perfect zone of temptation. Where it will be so easy for the impeccable Invisible Woman to fall further and further away from her pedestal of perfection. Until she can't hide it anymore. All I have to do is...help.

"Well!" Dr. Stone smiled. "Sounds like our sessions have had an added benefit, then. Of course, we'll need to continue to meet. Undercover work can be quite streesful. However, I think that this might be of ultimate benefit to you. It will let you practice being seen by people while also furthering your superhero work."

"Yes," Sue said, relieved at Karla's approval. "My first night of 'work' is tomorrow. I just hope—hope everything goes well."

"Do you have any particular concerns?" Karla said, and her head tilted that way it did that seemed to catch the light from the window and turn her glasses into circles of fire, as if her eyes glowed from within. "Anything we can work on?"

Sizzling Suzy was in the dressing room, dressed in a golden domino mask, golden nipple pasties with little twirlers, and golden skirt that didn't hide her thong. She took a few steps in the clear heels with the golden specks, trying to find her balance. Her stomach a pit of nervousness and excitement.

Next to her, Nissa was cutting some fine white powder into a line with a razorblade. Her little secret.

"You need a hit?" she asked the blonde heroine. "Might make blowing Wilson easier."