The Wasp Dyes Her Hair Blonde

"It looks marvelous on you, darling," Janet van Dyne's hairdresser assured her.

The Wasp stared into the mirror, examining the dye job critically. She had been specific about the shade of blonde she wanted. Not bottle bleach, but something richer, golden, more natural. Janet had given her hairdresser a picture of the Invisible Woman for reference. The hairdresser had delivered.

"Thank you, Raul," she said. "You've definitely earned your tip."

When the call came that another video was available for purchase, Janet van Dyne was ready. Higher heels, to place her at Sue's exact height. A padded bra that gave her a more generous, maternal bosom. The tight-fitting outfit beneath her long white coat was a shade of blue reminiscent of Sue Storm's uniform, without being too exact. With a touch of makeup that mimicked Sue's own modest colors.

The effect on Porkum when he stepped through the back door of the bar was gratifying. The immense figure in his great trenchcoat stopped for a moment as if he had seen a ghost—or, perhaps, a sister of the blonde slut. She smiled as he recovered and squeezed into the booth opposite her.

"You changed your hair," he said, gruffly.

"They say blonde suits me," the Wasp said. "You like it?"

He coughed. I could see his pig-like snout twitch. "Yes...yes, very fetching. Now, down to business..."

Porkum laid a video player on the table. Janet didn't look at it.

"You know," she said softly. "I was quite intrigued by your last video. Do you find it difficult to recruit actresses for your films?"

Her foot leaned forward under the table...and brushed something, just beneath the hem of his trench coat. Their eyes were locked on each other. Hers, half-lidded, sensuous; his small, dark, yet widened with surprise.

"There's a...interview," he said.

"Involving a casting couch?" Janet smiled. "Where and when might I interview for such a role?"

So he told her. Janet's smile widened, her eyes aglow with triumph.

"It's a date!" she said.