What a difference a day makes!!!!

Or from Susan Storm-Richards to Susan Storm in seven minutes

Hours earlier

New York City, Manhattan, outside the Baxter Building, home of the Fantastic Four.

Susan Storm-Richards, the beautiful heroine known as the Invisible Woman exited the front entrance of the Baxter Building. She stopped by the giant marble statue of the Four that sat at the entrance to the building. There was a good reflective window here. She made sure her hair was dark (thanks to her powers of manipulating light waves with her **** fields) so as not to be recognized. The blouse she wore was nice, but she was hoping it wasn't TOO much cleavage. The jeans though, once again made Susan doubt her decision of garb. You're fine, she told herself. After all, this was a board meeting for the Fantastic Four's charitable foundation, aplty named the Fantastic Four Foundation. Susan was executive director of the foundation and chairmen of the board. She made the rules. Dress code was her decision.

She then made sure the file folder she carried in her purse contained the budget for the charity for the coming fiscal year. Changes were coming but the Foundation was doing good, thanks to Reed's patented inventions. Mostly ascetic changes. Maybe a new office, separate and away from the Baxter Building.

Further, Susan wasn't sure about the Brand Corporation, and whether the Fantastic Four Foundation should grant the genetics company money. It wasn't just Brand's unknown (but rumored) mutant experimentation activities and affiliations with the evil Roxxon Corporation. Sue had taken a tour the day before with the sleazy operations manager Garrison Busey, who sported a comb-over and had the worst one-liners imaginable.

The way he ogled Sue made her cringe. She could feel his eyes on her ass in her tight blue Fantastic Four outfit. "If you ever wanna have a 'Fantastic time' call me." He'd remarked less than subtly. She shivered thinking about the slug.

Clearing her mind of that creep, Sue used her powers to shoo away pigeons from her and Reed's statue. Then she used her powers to clean the poop as best she could. Ben and Johnny could fend for themselves, she joked in her head.

The covert heroine made her way across the street from the Baxter Building. Sure, there were all kinds of coffees on the living quarters, and two coffee shops in the museum and food court of the Baxter Building, but across the street was the original "Coffee A Go-Go", not the one in Greenwich Village that became "Cafe A Go-Go", frequented by the X-Men. This was the OG, as the kids said. Not a knock off like Café-a-Gogo in Times Square, or the Cafe-A-Go-Go in Battery Park, or even the one in Brooklyn Café-a-go-go. The real "Cafe A Go-Go" had some of the best scones and lattes in the city. Hands down. It was Susan's tried and true "go to" breakfast...when there was time and Galactus wasn't gonna eat Manhattan for the umpteenth time.

She had to hurry. It was already 0834 AM and the meeting was at 9. Luckily, when Sue opened the large door, she eschewed the line, thanks to her friend Zelda Kurtzberg, who held a bag up for Susan at the counter. "Large PSL and scone to go." Zelda called to Sue to the chagrin of the other customers. They didn't know who she was. Zelda did. This was THE Invisible Woman.

"You're a life savor Z," Susan thanked her. She opened her perfectly organized purse, with cards and each bill in its own place. Susan retrieved and dropped a twenty dollar bill on the counter. She told Zelda to "keep the change".

The Invisible Woman checked th bag, a pumpkin spice latte and a a blueberry scone. Susan got one everyone morning. That's why Zelda was ready for her. Sue pulled out her Fantastic Four comms device hone to check the time. It was a massively advanced device Reed designed, but Sue always joked she only ever checked the time. It was 0842. She hadn't even been in there for more than ten minutes. The young heroine walked across the street back towards the Baxter Building. She pulled the scone from the bag and Susan Storm-Richards bit into the scone.

PFFFFFFT!

The taste was disgusting. Susan looked at the thing she just bit into. A fucking scone! "Gross!" Susan Storm remarked. Who the fuck eats scones. Where did she get this shit. The Invisible Girl looked in the bag. At least there is a coffee in here, a confused Sue thought. She lifted it to her mouth and tasted the sweet flavor of the pumpkin spice latte.

Sue's mouth opened wide and coffee poured out. "AHHHH!" She spit the coffee out. "Who the fuck drinks this shit? This sweet shit." She checked the label of the coffee. "Fucking pumpkin spice." She noticed the flower tattoos on her hand. Those weren't there before, were they? When did she get hand tattoos? She never had tattoos.

A vision suddenly popped into her head, of being at the tattoo parlor. What was its name Fish.....Fishbone's. How could she forget that? Fishbone's Ink Inc. Tattoo in Coney Island. The best parlor on the East Coast. Susan got ninety percent of the tattoos that covered her body at Fishbone's. It was her 'happy place'. Fish was an artist that catered to powered beings.

"Fucking pumpkin spice." Susan said walking up to a trash bing. She poured out the coffee and threw the cup in the can. Her own image caught her eye in a reflective window. Why was she dressed like such a....nun. Fuck, Sue thought, she had a job interview. Another one.

The mirror gave Susan deja-vu suddenly. "Oh no." She gasped and turned to see the statue of the Fantastic Four outside the Baxter Building. It stopped her in her tracks. She was too close. The statues of Johnny and Ben made her wistful. She still missed them. How long had it been since she talked to Johnny. A year? She used the napkin in the bag with the scone to wipe bird shit off Johnny's flaming stone arm.

The Invivible Girl felt no such nostalgia for the statues of Reed Richards and his bitch of a wife. She sneered at the statue next to

Reed's, of a being dressed in a suit that mixed elements of Iron-man's armor with that of a knight of the round table. "Fucking MechaMage," Sue rolled her eyes. "Mrs. Fantastic," the young covert blonde exaggerated the words in a annoyed manner similar to a "pee-yew" sing songy insult.

MechaMage was the alter-ego of the fourth member and first lady of the Fantastic Four. Well, second Lady, since it was Susan who took the rocket ride with Reed and started out in the Fantastic Four. Since Sue left, Alyssa Moy took her place. She simply couldn't wait to get her grubby hands all over Reed and onto the team. Alyssa Moy-Richards, the Mechamage, Mrs. Fantastic as the public called her. Reed's wife.

Alyssa was NOT a fan of Susan's. During battles between the Frightful Four and the Fantastic Four, Alyssa and Sue would tussle often and any time they could. Sue was WAY more powerful, but MechaMage cheated with magic bullshit.

The Invisible Girl had an idea. She took that disgusting scone out the bag, crumbled it and sprinkled it on Reed and Alyssa's statues. The pigeons swarmed. That statue will be covered in shit, laughed Susan. She walked by the statue and past the Baxter Building. There were alarms designed to detect Susan and Alyssa had a restraining order against the Invisible Girl. If Sue walked inside or used her powers around the building, alarms would trigger and alert MechaMage.

Sue did need coffee, and she knew where to get it. Stu the vendor was right around the corner. Two blocks down. Sue smiled seeing the hotdog cart run by Stu. But she stopped when she saw Matt Murdoch getting a coffee. Sue wasn't sure if he was still with the D.A.'s office. When the lawyer cleared out, Sue approached.

The elder man instantly recognized Susan Storm. "How have you been," the short redheaded man hugged the young girl. "I haven't seen you in ages."

Sue nodded and smiled. She held back tears. Stu knew her when she was in the Fantastic Four. "Too long."

He made Sue her favorite. Large coffee, black, and a buttered roll heated in the microwave. She munched on the roll and sipped the coffee happily chatting with an old friend. Her quite peace was broken by her purse buzzing. Sue opened the purse which was an utter mess and in disarray. She was gonna clean it, she was. Moving makeup and trash, the girl found her shitty little flip-phone that was only really good for checking the time. It didn't even text. The thought about checking the time gave Susan a weird deja-vu feeling. Deja-vu again...it was like the third time, Sue mused.

The phone was buzzing and she already knew who it was. She didn't need to see the name. "Hey Phil." It was Phil Coulson from S.H.I.E.L.D.. Out of all the people in this world, Coulson might be one of the only ones who cared about Sue.

"Where are you Susan," his stern voice spoke.

He knew. She knew he knew. She knew he knew she knew he knew. "Just moving past. Nothing more. I got a job interview."

She could hear Coulson sighing. "Nothing? No defaced property?"

Sue chuckled. "Nothing I did directly. Pigeons on the other hand."

"She will prosecute you Sue." He reminded her. He was right. "I can't keep sticking my neck out and finding ways to bail you out."

"I know Phil." She stated. "I appreciate all that you do." She was being honest. He didn't have to help. She wasn't working for SHIELD any longer.

"Be good Ms. Storm." Phil finished. "Get that job." He hung up on his end.

Susan put the phone back in the purse. She apologized to Stu. Before she left, Susan pulled a flask out, it was her boyfriend Peter's whiskey, she'd have to replace it. She poured it into the coffee cup and took a sip. She needed it.

The young villainess began to make her way through the throngs of tourists on the streets of Manhattan until she reached the building.

The Invisible Girl entered the building and informed the front desk security guard she had an interview. The middle aged guards both stared at her as if she was out of place.

The same stares happened when she found herself upstairs waiting in the lobby of the company. The skinny short haired front desk woman with huge glasses was in a purple pants suit. A fucking pants suit. Purple like a grape for that matter. Susan wouldn't be caught dead in a pants suit.

A man in a lab coat came out, he held out his hand. "I'm Dr. Everett Burgos," he said. "You must be Susan Storm." He was looking over the resume she sent in. "Please...come with me."

The doctor lead her to his office, and had her sit in a chair on the opposite side of his desk. "I need a personal assistant." He laughed. "My wife says I'm a great scientist but terrible with remembering appointments." Burgos explained her would need an assistant to make doctors appointments for himself and his family. Some to keep him on point with his meetings and presentations, and helping him take his medications.

Sue could feel his eyes on the tattoos on her hands. She knew what was coming. It always came with the questions about tattoos.

"Have you ever been arrested?" He finally asked.

This is where the interviews always failed. "I have," Susan admitted.

The doctor perused her resume once again. "Any felonies?"

Sue nodded. "I am....I am a super." She admitted. "I got caught up with the Frightful Four." She was nervously twirling her hair.

"The villians?" The doctor asked.

Susan nodded and sighed. The doctor informed her he couldn't hire her for the position at this time. It just wasn't right. It was quick. Like it always was. Peter wanted her to keep at it. To "go good".

The doctor escorted her to the hall.

"I'm willing to do anything and start anywhere!" Sue pleaded.

"I'm sorry," Burgos apologized and closed the door.

Susan noticed a man talking to "pants suit" at the front desk. The man was middle aged, balding with a mustache, and probably old enough to be Susan's dad. He looked Sue up and down. She felt uneasy when he followed her to the elevator. He kept pushing back his slick hair. She was about to use he powers. Part of her plea was that she could only use her powers defensively.

"Ma'am," the sleazy older man called. "Did you say you need a job? And would be willing to do anything and start anywhere?"

Susan huffed and sighed, stopping in her tracks. "Yeah."

The man smiled. "I may have a position in the mail room." He held his hand out. "My name is Garrison Busey. I run operations for the Brand Corporation."

Susan shook the man's hand. "Susan Storm. Im sorry, I don't know what the Brand Corporation is."

Busey chortled. "Your standing in Brand Corp. offices." He turned back towards Burgos' office. "Why didn't he hire you."

The young girl was quite forthcoming. "I'm a felon." She admitted in annoyance. "No one ever hires me."

"I think I can find a position for you!" He

looked at her chest. "Come with me!"

Ten minutes later.....

Susan Storm looked around the small mail room. It was tough doing so on her knees, and having a cock in her mouth prevented much ability to swing her head around.

Prior to the "blip" this morning that changed Sue's life, she'd only ever sucked Reed Richard's cock. Now here she was with a stranger thinking it was normal.

She tried to keep sliding her mouth over the groaning creeps prick, while moving her eyes around the room of her potential new job. She pulled off to lick his tip and swivel her head. Letters were strewn everywhere, a desk sat by the window and was covered in boxes, office equipment and boxes of coffee. As much a supply room as a mailroom. It smelled like cigarettes. No cameras.

A fact that Busey was taking advantage of right then. He sat in the one chair in the room, while the tattooed whore sucked down his cock. "Don't stop," busey begged. "You're real good at this honey," he mumbled running his hands through his hair.

Susan's attention returned to the older man's dick. She slid her tongue down his shaft, and her eyes looked up at him. Whether or not she got the job, this shit was paying for this blowjob. Her hand gripped the cock and she picked up her sucking pace. He smelled to high heaven down there and it made her want to charge more. If he didn't pay, Peter would deal with him. Trapster wasn't her pimp, she didn't really have one. But he didn't judge and if someone didn't pay, it was gonna be a bad day for them.

The sleazeball Busey had no idea that this woman was the Invisible Girl, and a few days ago had rebuffed his advances. No one knew Susan like that in this new reality. To Busey, she was a clear whore, that's all he saw. He was right. She was sucking his whole five inches down. Busey grunted amd began to cum in the girls mouth.

She just sucked it down and stopped her motions. When she felt he was done, she lifted her head off his cock. "Fifty bucks!"

Busey nodded. "Not too bad for how good you are!" He looked around. "Maybe get you in here twice a week. Start part time."

Susan stood up. "It'll still be fifty bucks a suck. In addition to my salary."

The man paid her and gave her his card. He buttoned up his pants. "Email me your information and let human resources know you start next week." He then left smiling and adjusting his combover.

Susan sighed, and burped. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. "Going straight", Sue stated repeating Petrusky's words. She adjusted her own blouse and walked out towards the hall. It took her some time to find the front desk.

'Pants suit' looked at her more warmly now. "Garrison tells me you'll be joining us." She actually smiled at Susan and held her hand out. "Flo Steinberg!"

Sue held out her hand, "Sue Storm," the girl shook the receptionists hand. "What's combover's deal."

This seem to upset Flo. "He's the operations manager for this office, and regional director of Brand....and my fiancee."

Of course, Sue sighed in her head. "Sorry. I didn't know his name." She apologized for the combover comment. But not sucking the receptionists fiancees dick.

The lady in the pants suit stiffened up. "If you want to make friends here, you'll need a better attitude," she looked at Sue's hands. "And cover those nasty tattoos."

Sue nodded. You're fiancee liked them when I had his dick in my mouth, she thought. Susan left 'pants suit flo' without a further fight. It wouldn't go well for her.

The former heroine made her way to the elevator. When she reached the ground her phone buzzed. She recognized the number. It was her parole officer Dwight Peterson. He wanted a spot check. Immediately.

A dejected Susan made her way across town to Peterson's private office. This wasn't his government office or his office at the courthouse. There is a reason the short balding elderly parole officer met at this private office. When Sue arrived she saw a tall black man leaving with a bald head, sun glasses, and a big gold chain over his purple shirt. "Hey Ty," Susan smiled.

"Susie-Q how are you?" The thug from the Bronx asked.

Sue made sure the door to Peterson's office was fully closed. "You got that white girl? And some egg rolls? Pancakes and syrup?"

Ty nodded. "You know I always got what you need Susie."

The secretary for Peterson, a skinny man went about typing wondering why they talked about food all the time. Constantly with the food.

"Wait in the alley two blocks down." Sue informed him and walked past him to the parole officers door. She opened it and walked inside. Dwight Peterson was sitting reading a paper. "What did you get from Ty-Rock?" Susan asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Dwight denied her insinuation. Ty-Rock, the man Susan passed in the hallway was a ****-dealer and a parolee under Dwight.

"But I do want to know what you're doing fucking around near the Baxter Building."

Sue sat in the chair opposite her parole officer. "I didn't do shit, just walked by."

Peterson sipped his coffee and put his paper down. "That's not what Mrs. Richards said," he added. "She called Susan. Accused you of vandalizing the Fantastic Four statute and littering around the building among other things."

Sue rolled her eyes and sighed. "Alyssa Moy-Richards is just a fucking bitch." She said it out loud to Peterson but also herself.

"Maybe...but she's got Cameras and sensors specifically designed to detect YOU!" Peterson pointed his coffee cup at Susan. "She's not going further, no police reports or charges, but next time who knows." He sat back. "But what am I supposed to do with this information when I write my next report."

A huge defeared sigh moved through Susan's lips. She stood up and walked over and around Dwight Peterson's wooden desk. The bald elderly parole officer opened his legs. I need knee pads, Susan joked in her head and sank to her knees. The jeans were good for this. No rips. She slowly unbuttoned the khaki pants of her parole officer and reached into his boxers to pull out the man's five inch cock. The girl bent her head forward. "How's your wife?" Susan joked before sliding her mouth over the stinky cock. He always stunk at this time of day.

"Stikk a bitch," Peterson laughed. He laid back and enjoyed the young convicts warm mouth on his cock. How many times had she blown him? Dozens? Because.... DAMN.... it felt like the first time.

Peterson began blabbering on about his son who was in college. Probably a prick like you, Susan thought and picked up her pace, bobbing her head and sliding her tongue on the under part of his shaft. His dick was so small she couldn't even grip. Couldn't even give it a proper suck.

"He's got this girl..." Peterson continued. "She...she....ahhhh damn." The older man ran his hands through his head when he came inside the young girls mouth.

Susan stopped her motions and drank his cum like a good whore. She did love the taste or cum.

When she was done she licked a dribble of cum off his dick. That would get her a good month of reports. Maybe two weeks. She should really try and be worse at sucking dick.

She found her way back to her seat. Peterson zipped up his pants. "Yoi can go," he sipped his coffee and red the article in the paper he'd left off on. "No Baxter Building....no hooking....no **** Susie."

The lnvisible Girl nodded. "None of that stuff...right."

Ten minutes later....

The Invisible Girl was going against what she'd just said ten minutes ago. She was in an alley on her knees now sliding the large black cock of **** dealer Ty-Rock between her lips. This dick...this one she could grip with her hands. Not as big as Pete, but still big, Susan went to work on the black thugs cock, sucking it down and leading with her gripped hand jerking his shaft in a twisting motion.

"You gotta come back up to the Bronx baby," he uttered looking down at the beauty. "Come work for me again! Cock sucked like you are hard to find!"

When Petrusky went away this last time, Susan was lost. Ty here took her in. Cared for her. Sure, he put her to work on the streets, but they both had to make money. When Sue got busted for prostitution and procession of cocaine she called it quits. But he did take care of her. Hell, she was his top hoe for.a bit, even shared his bed. How many times had she had this cock in her mouth. It sure tasted unique, thought Sue. But I love sucking cock, she told herself. She picked up her pace, rubbing the man's heavy black balls.

"Let me look at you!" He demanded lifting her chin up to meet his gaze. When her pretty blue eyes met his he spasmed in her throat.

She moaned and hummed, helping him enjoy his orgasm, gulping down his semen like a good cock-sucking whore.

When it was done, Ty pulled his pants up and helped Sue to her feet. He handed her a fifty dollar bill and a bag of Molly, aka 'egg rolls', codeine, aka 'pancakes and syrup' and a bag of cocaine, aka that 'white girl'. They had used slang to discuss the **** deal right in front of Pearson's secretary. He even handed her some Percs or Percicets...for her troubles.

With her interviews done, her meetings done and her **** deals made, Sue made her way back to the loft in Bed-Stuy a suburb of Brooklyn. A shitty apartment for a shitty life. She did her hair and put on a tight dress for her Petey. Then she did her makeup and put on heels.

She took Peter's motorcycle. Which isn't registered but it's the only vehicle she had. It took her an hour to make the trek to the bridge and cross to Ryker's Island. She stopped ti get booze before hitting the bridge. At the base of the bridge was a waiting area a parking space. She'd need an escort. And of course one was waiting.

Billy Bob Rackham smiled and ogled the beauty when she took off her helmet. "Heya Susie!"

She nodded. "Rackham," she greeted him. He was as corrupt as they come. But itpaid to know people on the take. She wasn't going to be searched...not her bag. Her body would be groped. She wasn't going to be bothered for a few hours and they would get the best conjugal visit mobile home/recreational vehicle.

Of course, she'd find herself on her knees.

And she did. In a broom closet. Always the broom closet with no camera. She put a towel down and undid Rackham's uniform pants. His five inch cock was already at attention and had been for an hour in anticipation.

Sue slid the member between her lips she reached up and squeezed his balls.

The corrupt correctional officer grunted. How many times had she sucked his dick. Dozens? A hundred? It felt like the first time. The warm inviting mouth of the beauty slid up and down. It was already too much. He exploded in her mouth.

For the fourth time Susan sucked downca load of a strangers cum. Twenty four hours ago she'd only ever sucked Reed Richard's cock. Now she'd sucked four stranger's cocks by 7 O'clock at night.

With each blowjob this new reality became more real, and took hold. The new memories more vivid. The new life taking full shape.

Now....

Susan Storm, the Invivible Girl had just fucked Peter Petrusky, the Trapster. She was fully nude and rubbing the white powder off her nose. She'd just snorted a massive line of cocaine.

And yet, it was the Trapster acting weird. Just sitting there with her lipstick all over his face and head. He usually wiped that off.

Susan Storm, high off of good sex and cocaine turned to her silent lover. "Take your clothes off Petrusky, snort a line. Stay a while why don't you." She said with blood shot eyes.