Sue Invites Nairobi to the Baxter Building

"We can't keep meeting like this," Sue Storm said, as Nairobi's hands groped her breasts. "How would you like to work for me? Directly?"

The young woman raised one dark eyebrow.

"Isn't that a little dangerous?" she said.

"Maybe," Sue admitted. "But the Baxter Building is more secure from outside threats, and I can prepare a room that is private, just for us."

Her voice lingered on that last word. She enjoyed the taste of it.

"And, there's the money," Sue added. "No splitting your fees with the management. You'd be freelancer. W-9 and everything."

"Tempting," Nairobi said, as she climbed onto the table. Sue stared at the trim triangle of pubic hair. There was a drop of liquid that hung from the dark little slit. The Invisible Woman stared at that little bead of moisture with intense concentration.

"And the occasional...bonus," Sue Storm breathed heavily.

"Well," Nairobi said, her head somewhere around the level of the Invisible Woman's crotch. "You've sold me."

Her mouth found Sue's clit. The Invisible Woman moaned.

She would need to make absolutely sure the new massage room was soundproof.

"So, everyone," Sue Storm said, to her friends and family around the dinner table. "This is my friend Nairobi. She's my masseuse. You might be seeing her around here a bit. I thought I might introduce her."

"Hi," Nairobi gave a shy little wave. Sue smiled, an invisible hand squeezing Nairobi's knee under the table. It was Taco Night. The kids wouldn't care if she had three heads and spewed acid. Reed smiled politely. Johnny looked on with avid interest. Ben Grimm offered Nairobi a beer, which she accepted.

Keep your friends close, Sue Storm thought to herself. And your personal orgasm assistant closer.