Sue Turns Her Clothes Invisible

A thought came to Sue Storm as she digested Mae's demand. Her friend leaned back into her blue leather couch, arms spread wide, one resting against the back of the couch, the other on the arm. Legs crossed before her, under the glass tabletop, which did nothing to hide her pussy. Those silicone-enhanced breasts, the dyed hair, and pouty lips seemed to mock Sue. Her old friend had turned herself into a pornographic parody of the Invisible Woman, had made a career out of fucking men and women while pretending to be Sue Storm. Tess Tempest had thrived in the shadow of the Invisible Woman, and now she had a hold on Sue, however slight, she used it...what? Embarrass her? Dominate her?

Sue stood up. She refused to be embarrassed. Not by Mae, not by anyone else.

In the blink of an eye, the heroine's clothes were rendered invisible. The transition so fast that Mae's eyes widened in shock as she beheld, for the first time in over a decade, Sue Storm's naked body.

The plump breasts with the prominent blue veins and dark, thick nipples. The swollen hips and rounded buttocks that came from childbirth. The fine lightning-like scars of stretch-marks across the taut and toned abdomen. Reed Richard's science had kept Sue from accumulating other scars over the years from the various injuries she'd suffered. Yet those scars Sue had kept, and was proud of. Muscles stood out on Sue's arms and legs, the result of not just long, weary hours in the gym, day in and day out, but of fighting for her life and that of her family. Her blue eyes were icy cold as she stared at her former friend, with all the haughtiness and disdain that told Tess Tempest that Sue Storm was not ashamed of her naked body. She had earned it, every beautiful inch of skin.

Without ceremony, Sue began to disrobe from her invisible garments. Like the Emperor changing out of his new clothes, Mae could only stare as Sue seemed to fiddle with empty air, as if to mime the actions. Yet Sue tossed each item of clothing contemptuously at her old friend, and the invisible weight of those clothes struck Mae in the face, covered her body. Dumbly, the blonde porn star tried to fold them, half-marveling at and half-weirded out by being able to interact with something she could feel and smell but couldn't see.

Until Sue Storm stood there, naked, and even Mae couldn't tell if there was anything else on Sue's body.

"Alright, you have my clothes," Sue said. "Now sign."

Mae narrowed her eyes. She stood up, across from the coffee table. If anyone was a fly on the wall—or a microscopic spy camera—it would have seemed to all the world that two naked blonde woman stood there, one imperious and icy, the other more curvaceous but also somehow cheaper.

"How do I know you've given me everything?" Mae said. "You could still be wearing invisible underwear, for all I know."

"You have my word," Sue said solemnly. "I'm a woman of honor, Mae. You should remember that I keep my promises."

The porn star chewed over those words. Sue wondered whether Mae would really dare and check. Even though Sue had told the truth—she was stark naked—a part of her wondered how far she would go if Mae insisted on checking. She had no desire to be fondled by her former friend. On the other hand, if Mae refused to sign, then Sue had come all the way down here and disrobed for nothing. Pride warred with practicality as Sue wondered which was first.

Then Mae smiled.

"Well, it isn't fair for me to send you home naked, is it?" she said. "In fact, I've got an outfit that should fit you perfectly. Why don't you put it on while I sign the papers. You can wear it home. I insist."

There was something about the way Mae said that which almost sounded like a threat.

"Why should I?" Sue said.

"Because either party can cancel a contract within three days," Mae said. "So if you want the rights to these photos, you'll wear what I give you—all the way back to the Baxter Building. Or would you rather leave here butt-ass naked?"

It was a point. Even though Sue could maintain her invisibility all the way home, the thought of traipsing around Manhattan in the altogether wasn't her idea of a good time.

"All right. What kind of outfit is it?" the Invisible Woman asked.

The smile that crossed Mae's face made Sue Storm suddenly think it was something that would make Sue wish she'd stayed nude.