Tess Tempest Wants Sue Storm's Clothes

"...your clothes."

Sue Storm blinked. She was sure she had heard Mae correctly, but she couldn't believe that her old friend would mean..."

"The ones you're wearing. Everything. Right down to your underwear," Mae sat up and leaned forward. "You don't know how I've watched you over the years, Sue. How you've...inspired me, in my art, my films. How often I've dreamed of what it would be like to be you!"

"That's...Mae, I can't just give you my clothes." Sue said.

"You can," the naked woman said. "And you will. If you want those photos, and the rights to them, you'll leave this house completely naked. What do you even care? You can stay invisible all the way back to the Baxter Building. Imagine that! Completely naked, but unseen. A nudist's dream. An exhibitionist's nightmare!"

"I'm not a nudist!" Sue insisted. "I'm not like you, I'm..."

"A married woman. A mother. A superhero. You have responsibilities, with an image to maintain," Mae said. She smiled. "And you're a goody two-shoes. You always were. You're not the type to lie, cheat, steal, or strongarm. You could have snuck in here and tried to take them. But you didn't. You could have smashed me over the head with an invisible bat, but you wouldn't. You came to ask me, as your old friend, woman to woman, for a favor. So I'm going to give you a favor. No money to change hands. I'll sign the rights over to you. Just give me your clothes."

"I'm not just going to strip off in front of you!" Sue said hotly.

"Why not? Nothing I haven't seen before, after all," Mae teased.

The heroine's nails bit into her palms. She stared into Mae's eyes, those weird blue contacts so intense—and she considered. As much as Sue hated to admit it, Mae had a point. Sue could turn invisible and move unseen all the way back to the Baxter Building. Hell, she could turn invisible now and strip down, and leave Mae with her clothes and nothing else.

Sue chewed the thought. She couldn't believe she was even consdering this ridiculous offer.

"I want to see the negatives and the paperwork. Proof you actually own the rights," Sue said, as much to stall for time as anything.

Tess Tempest raised an eyebrow.

"You don't trust me?"

Sue's smile was tight-lipped. "I just want all of our cards on the table."

The naked woman sighed. She lurched to her feet, and the heroine found herself staring at that shaven pussy for a moment before Mae turned and walked out of the living room and into an office that adjoined it. The Invisible Woman let her gaze follow the swaying hips, and pert, swollen buttocks. Mae's breast implants were so large that Sue could even see the curves of them when she stared at the pornstar from behind. She was glad Johnny and Ben weren't here; her two friends would be utterly useless, entranced by boobies and buttocks.

As Mae bent over to rummage in a filing cabinet, Sue knew she had a choice to make. All she needed to save her reputation was to sacrifice a bit of her dignity...or sacrifice her morality and steal or threaten Mae into giving it to her. Which was something the Invisible Woman would never do.

Mae returned with a thick manila envelope. On the glass-topped coffee table, Mae laid out the photos. A series of contracts. Sue recognized her own scrawled signature on the first, right above Mae's. Later sales of the photos to CUTE CO-EDS MAGAZINE. Then later, Mae's purchase of the rights.

"So?" Mae asked. "Do we have a deal?"

The Invisible Woman scowled. She hated this. Hated herself for considering this. A part of her wondered if it was even worth it. Who cared if someone on the internet saw her naked?

Then she thought of the kids. Don't Google mommy. She sighed.

"We'll need a contract," Sue said.

Mae retreated back to her office. As a producer and distributor, she had a number of contract templates. The printer whirred as Sue considered what she was about to do.

Then it was there, laid out in black and white. Everything proper and correct, as far as Sue could tell. For a moment, she thought of having her lawyer take a look at it. Probably the clause for her clothes was unenforceable. But Sue knew that if she made a promise, she wouldn't be able to back out of it. Better to traipse across Manhattan on her own personal walk of shame than to lie and cheat.

Mae held the pen.

"Your turn. Clothes off. Then we sign. You leave with what you came for."

Sue took a deep breath. She immediately regretted it, because of how it made her chest puff out.

So she stood up, and prepared to disrobe.