Sue Storm Does A Striptease

"Alright, babe," the naked woman said as she leaned back. "Take it off."

Susan Storm feigned indifference as she pulled the zipper down on her hoodie. Mae didn't even try to hide her delight as she saw the glimpse of Sue's costume underneath, the white circle with the four that hovered between her breasts. With studied nonchalance, the heroine shucked the jacket and tossed it, at arm's length, toward her former friend. Mae reached up and caught it eagerly, like a punter a strip club going after a bra.

The Invisible Woman's red face grew redder at the image. Mae seemed to grasp the difficulty.

"Here," Mae said, as she reached forward and tapped at a control on the tabletop. "Let's put you in the mood."

The lights dimmed a little. Music began to play from speakers around the room. A pounding syncopated rhythm, interspersed with soft moans.

Music to strip by.

Sue stared at her friend, who hid her smile behind the hoodie pressed into her face. The naked woman's legs were spread, but she hugged the hoodie against her skin. The Invisible Woman began to nod her head to the beat...and she kicked off her sneakers and pushed hem under the glass table-top.

Just think of it like you've been captured by HYDRA, Sue thought to herself. You're trapped and powerless, buying time. You need to distract your captors. Put on a little shoe for them. Better to do it at your own pace than have them do it at theirs.

So Sue rolled her hips as she slid her thumbs into the top of the exercise pants. Did a little twist and bent low over the blue leather sofa as she pulled the pants over the curve of her ass. An ass that was a bit wider and rounder after two children and a decade of squats than it had been when they were young women together at university.

The pants came down. Sue stepped out and twirled again, rubbed the material between her legs before she tossed them in Mae's face. It was a kind of routine that Sue had ever only done for her husband, not that she'd danced for Reed that way in a long time.

The costume was next. Today, Sue had worn the one-piece unstable molecule fabric, with gloves and treadless shoes beneath. Her hand went up to her neck, to a hidden seam. One fingertip slid down over her chest, around the 4-sigil, down to her waist, where the seam went around her trim waist. Reed had designed the costumes for putting on and removing quickly. Their first bodysuits had been terrible, impossible to go to the bathroom without someone undoing the seam for you. This model was much more convenient.

Sue pulled the flap away and peeled the nearly skin-tight fabric away from her chest. Showed off the hard-won and hard-kept abs, and her small blue sports bra that kept her breasts in place while leaving little to the imagination. Mae gazed at her rapturously as the heroine turned again, pulled the top wide, and lowered it off of her shoulders.

Mae's eyes feated on the well-defined back muscles. Not those of a bodybuilder, but like that of an older Olympian who still maintained condition.

A swirl. Sue peeled the gloves off of her fingers. Then she stood topless except for her bra, and she tossed the blue-and-white topshirt to her old friend.

The second seam ran straight down from Sue's navel. The heroine's eyes were half-lidded as she began a slow bump and grind, knees bent, as she pulled it down over her crotch, to expose the blue g-string that she habitully wore under her costume. Just enough to prevent a cameltoe, not enough to show a pantyline through the tight pants. The seal split into a Y and ran down Sue's inner thighs. Her thumbs pushed, split the seams open as she bent down, lower and lower. Her heart hammered against her breastbone as Mae's eyes got lost in the heroine's cleavage for a moment. Carefully, Sue slipped out of the padded soles that made up the "feet" of her costume.

With a rip, Sue stood up and tore the pants off of her legs. To stand before Mae in just her underwear.

The naked blonde licked her lips as the pants fell on her shoulders. She leered openly at Sue Storm, and between her legs there was a movement. Sue swallowed as she realized that her friend had begun to touch herself to Sue's little performance.

"The rest of it," Mae said, breathlessly. "Underwear too."

Sue nodded. She stood still now, even though the music continued to boom. She reached back and undid her bra. Remembered the last time she had done this. At the time, Sue hadn't thought about Mae watching her. Now it was all she could think of.

The Invisible Woman turned. She tossed the bra over her shoulder with feigned carelessness. Unable to turn and stare at her friend, Sue instead did the next best thing: she turned her breasts and crotch invisible.

Mae groaned in denied desire as the Invisible Woman peeled off her panties. A part of Sue wanted to toss the dirty panties in her former friend's face. Instead, she dropped them onto the table, next to the contract. Sue placed her hands on her hips, her bare breasts and pussy still unseen.

The porn star sighed...but there was a gleam of triumph in her eyes as she reached over and signed the contract.

"Alright, Sue. A deal's a deal. It was good to see...most of you."

At that, Sue almost felt bad. Except right now, Mae had her clothes. Mae had literally taken the shirt off of her back. Sue reached down and gathered photos, negatives, and papers together into the manila envelope, which disappeared. The rest of her slowly went invisible as well; all Sue took from ehr clothing was the wallet and communicator.

"Goodbye, Mae," Sue said, before her head vanished. She cast a last look back at her friend...who could only stare at the place where the naked heroine was, as the door opened and Sue stepped out into the sunlight.

She didn't hear as Mae sighed. Or as the naked woman reached over and tapped a message into her smartphone, to know that the next step in his plan could proceed.