Sexy

Sue Storm cursed softly under her breath as the call ended. She needed a dress. A sexy dress. Quickly. Going back to the Baxter Building wasn't an option; she didn't want to answer the questions that her friends and family would ask if they saw the Invisible Woman exit the building in something slinky and revealing. For the first time, Sue wondered what she was really getting herself into—but she was committed now. Barring an emergency that required the Fantastic Four to deal with it, Sue needed to meet Mae in the club.

So Susan Storm texted Janet Van Dyne and asked where in New York City she could get a sexy little dress made to order quickly and discreetly.

The Wasp didn't even have to think about it.

JVD: Little place called Tuxedo Mask on 8th St., in the Garment District. Is this about those photos earlier?

SSR: Yes.

JVD: Then you have to promise me one thing—when this is done, tell me EVERYTHING. And I want to see the dress!

SSR: Okay.

Half an hour later, Sue stood outside the little shop and rang the bell. Sue looked around but could see no cameras, which was odd enough for the area. There was a series of heavy clicks of locks, then the door opened, and she was ushered inside by a young, bright-skinned Japanese woman in a transparent plastic kimono. The Invisible Woman swallowed, flustered, as she noticed that the woman was naked beneath the see-through outfit, the small pink nipples pressed against the tightly-wrapped plastic.

The show itself was a tight little working space, bolts of cloth against one wall, a large well-lit table against the opposite, with some very industrial-looking sewing machines. It reeked of raw indigo, which stood in little bowls here and there. A door on the far wall to the entrance led to bathroom, but there was no changing room that Sue could see, but a floor-to-ceiling mirror in an antique frame cast her reflection back at her.

"You are expected. I am Usagi. What is the occasion?"

"I'm going to a club. Tonight. The dress code is 'sexy,'" Sue said, a little flustered.

"I see. You are meeting someone?" Usagi's eyes were brown, and she opened them wide as she circled the heroine, looking at her up and down.

"An old friend. We haven't seen each other for many years," Sue admitted.

"First date, then," Usagi said. "Disrobe, please. Completely."

"It's not a date," The Invisible Woman blinked. "Is that necessary?"

"Miss Janet said you wished a complete outfit. Shoes, underwear, dress, handbag," Usagi said. "Is this correct?"

"Yes," Sue said.

"Then disrobe, please. Completely."

Sue told herself that Sanaa was a professional, as she peeled off her civilian disguise...and then her uniform. To stand there in her panties and Fantastic Four-themed bra felt embarrassing enough, but one look from Usagi and the heroine found herself unclasping the bra and sliding the panties down to the floor.

The Invisible Woman had bought dresses before. Usagi was calm and efficient with the measuring tape. The tips of her fingers never quite touched Sue, her instructions were crisp, clear, and practical. Sue found herself with her arms around her head as the measuring tape wrapped around her breasts.

"34," Usagi said with some approval, and Sue wondered if the dressmaker memorized the numbers.

Then, with all the measurements done, Usagi stood back. Sue stood there, with her hands above her head, naked with her feet apart, as the dressmaker stared at her. The Japanese woman nodded to herself, as if she had made a decision. She went to a drawer under the table and removed a small pink safety razor.

She handed this to Sue and pointed to the bathroom door.

"Shave please. I will begin."

Numbly, Sue marched into the bathroom. She looked down at the golden pubes above her pussy. The heroine kept herself trim down there, because of the skin-tight necessities of her costume, there was a bare bit of peach fuzz on her labia, and the little yellow triangle above her mons. The heroine gulped as she thought about how skimpy the outfit she was buying would be if that much pubic hair might show.

Still, she wanted to make a good impression. At least, that's what she told herself as she rubbed water and soap onto her naked crotch and carefully drew the razor down. There wasn't much, and it didn't take long until she was smooth as a baby's bottom. Sue dabbed at the bald pussy with toilet paper and thought to herself that it didn't look too bad for a woman with two children. A neat little cleft, the outer labia just a bit darker, but not dangling out. Still tight, still sensitive.

It took an hour for Usagi to put the outfit together. Something off the rack with a few swift adjustments. A strapless black push-up bra enhanced Sue's cleavage, a black thong barely covered her labia. The dress itself was a black latex tube, that barely covered Susan's nipples and pussy, with holes cut in front and back that revealed the Invisible Woman's trim abs and the crack of her ass. This was augmented with black latex gloves that went up past the elbow, and black latex boots that went up past the knee. Usagi helped Sue pour herself into the garments, and gave her instructions for their aftercare.

"No baby oil," Usagi admonished. "Wash by hand. Microfiber cloth."

A credit card, some cash, an ID, Sue's smartphone and the Fantastic Four communicator went into the tiniest handbag Sue had ever seen, barely bigger than a wallet, with a black fiber strap that could be cinched onto a wrist. Sue's old clothes and her Fantastic Four costume were poured into a cardboard box.

"Courier will take this back to the Baxter Building," Usagi explained, and Sue nodded, filled out the address label.

Sue's smartphone tapped against Usagi's. An electronic funds transfer took place. Sanaa smiled and bowed.

"Please come again," Usagi said, and her eyes flashed green for a moment. "I'll make you something much sexier for your next date."

"It's not a date," Sue reminded her.