Three Days Later

"...darling, there's a conflict between the Skrulls and the Kree around the former Eternal colony on Uranus. Time is of the essence so we're leaving immediately. Alicia is taking the children to Agatha Harkness..."

By the time Reed Richards, Johnny Storm, and Ben Grimm were flying past Saturn, Sue Storm had her tongue up Anna's ass. The drunk woman was squealing, wheezing, toes curled, lower legs kicking. The Invisible Woman couldn't remember exactly why she was eating the woman's ass. It had just seemed natural after the bourbon ran out, when Anna had disappeared into the shower for an hour, using a hose to clean herself out.

Oh, right, Sue remembered. Anna said her ass was clean enough to eat. So I did.

The crying and moans blubbered out into soft snoring. Sue wasn't sure if Anna had managed to actually cum with her ass and passed out from sheer sexual exhaustion or, more likely, that the alcohol had finally pushed her past the point of no return. With as much dignity as Sue could muster, she pulled her tongue from the tight, hot little hole, ran it up the salty crack of the woman's ass, and planted a kiss at the base of Anna's spine.

Anna began to snore.

Sue took a shower. She left Anna on her side, a wastebasket positioned conveniently nearby, and slipped out into the evening night. Not to go home, not right away. Space adventures often took days. It was so far between planets, even with the fastest ships that Reed could build these things took time.

So for a little while, Sue Storm was free. To do whatever she wanted. She could walk into a bar and drink it. Dance with whomever she wanted. Kiss all the pretty girls.

Anna came to mind. Nairobi, with her dark skin and pretty smile. Karla, with her golden hair...

What Reed didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

Sue Storm's steps took her away from the Baxter Building. She would return, in a few days. Be ready and waiting for Reed. The lie already came to her mind. A sudden lead, a criminal investigation, all so hush-hush, what were the Skrulls and the Kree up to? It would all be so childishly simple.

"Hey," a young woman said on the corner. She wore what looked like a full-body fishnet dress, tape over her nipples and panties to make her just barely decent enough not to get arrested. Shorter than Sue. Voluptuous. "Looking for a date, sexy?"

Sue Storm smiled. She drew close. Boldly, her hand shot up and slid in between the holes of the fishnet, to squeeze between those thighs. Kohl-rimmed eyes went wide.

"Hey!" she said as Sue's fingers ran over her pussy.

"Just checking the merchandise," Sue Storm said. "I'm looking for someone to fuck for the next couple days. Room service, adult movies, your tongue in my pussy. Whatever I want. How much?"

"T-three thousand!" the sex worker said, not pulling away. The Invisible Woman smiled. She had spent more on some of Janet van Dyne's designer purses.

"Done," Sue said. "Let's go."