Paste and Honey Issue 2: Amongst the Enemy!

Sue honestly didn't care to be a part of the briefings, she knew she'd get the rundown if the “strike-team” was needed. With the Gideon Trust, Sue occupied a position on their version of the Frightful Four. Along with Trapster and Honeypot were Zeitgeist, Larry Ekler, whose father, Milton, was once a close friend of Reed's. He was an expert swordsman. He was apparently hired because of his hatred for Reed and the Fantastic Four. It made sense to Sue, because he was less likely to inform the Fantastic Four of the Gideon Trust's less than reputable side enterprises. The fourth member was Vincent Patillio an inventor by trade, who dawned a jumping suit as the villain “Leap-Frog”. He was an employee of Damage Control.

This surely wasn't Sue's choice of a Frightful Four, but here in the Zone, they did their job and worked well together. It made Sue laugh every-time she thought about not only was her boyfriend a man considered a D-List villain, but she was now an active member of a low-level villain crew. She often wished they could take on some street level hero team. Nothing to cause injuries or worse, just to see the looks on their faces. It certainly couldn't be the Fantastic Four, nor a team as strong as the Avengers. Sue often joked that they would put up a good fight against the West Coast Avengers, or maybe the Great Lakes Avengers.

No, this wasn't the Fantastic Four. It wasn't the Avengers, or S.H.I.E.L.D or any major team she'd been a part of, but right here, and right now this was HER team. It made her smile to see Trapster lead the team. He was stronger than she gave him credit for the past few years. She saw that now. He wasn't brilliant, but he had street smarts. He just needed the confidence to get him to that next level. Getting some regular pussy from THE Susan Storm-Richards didn't hurt. It was her second team that she had been on were she was fucking the leader. For some reason, she felt she had more input here than back home.

The Negative Four, as Sue called this team, weren't the only super powered people on this ship. Early on, Sue had been introduced to Dr. Richard Janus, or the Nega-man, one of the Fantastic Four's oldest villains, who had an ability to harness negative energy with his control module. Along with Dr. Jonathan Ohnn, the villain known as Spot, who was a scientist that manipulated portals, it was clear how the Gideon Trust was able to enter the Zone. They used their combined powers to generate a portal in Gideon Tower, large enough to send the Starship through. Sue noted every bit of intel she was given, and that which she could figure herself.

The super-powered being that made her most nervous was Karisma, the woman with the veil as she was called. Back home Sue and the Thing had tussled with Karisma. Once known as Mary Brown, a brilliant radio-chemist and biochemist, the woman scarred her face in an accident at a cosmetics lab. She developed a chemical she put in make-up that mesmerized people. The woman had all but set The Thing against Sue, and it took Sue's powers of invisibility to neutralize the hypnotic effect. Honeypot worried that it was Karisma's powers that were enslaving the men and women on this ship, but she soon learned that her place was more in line with her biochemistry background. In fact, Sue had been deathly afraid when she was introduced to Karisma, but the woman didn't seem to recognize Sue at all. There was something odd about Karisma now. She didn't move or act as irrational and impulsive as she did on Earth. Instead, she was calm, and calculated. It was another mystery Sue needed to figure out.

As she walked towards the mess hall, she waved at the staff that went about there business. She past by the robotics lab, and peered in. Inside the lab, the slim small form of Carolyn Trainer, aka Lady Octopus floated as she manipulated a device in her hands. She wasn't exactly floating, as she was being held up by two of the four mechanical tentacle like arms held her in the air. The other two arms were working on a drilling device with Geode Gene Strausser. The woman's mechanical arms, similar to the ones made by her mentor Dr. Otto Octavious were surgically attached to her spine. Trainer could move them as if they were her own limbs. It creeped Sue out, but she was brilliant with technology.

“Can I help you Ms. Honeypot,” the red-headed scientist spoke without looking up at Sue. If Karisma was cold and calculating, Dr. Trainer was like a robot. She spoke with an oblivious aloofness that reminded Sue uncomfortably of Reed at times.

Honeypot waved her off, and just kept walking. The woman made her uneasy. Just one in a list of villains on this ship she was looking into. Sue was counting heads, and taking note of every employee that was on the Gideon Trust. It was her secret inner mission to discover the truth about the Gideon Trust and all the crimes they had committed to get here. She believed there were close to two hundred people on this ship. The employees went about doing there business for the Gideon Trust, and Sue tried to figure who understood that this was not sanctioned by the Fantastic Four Incorporated, the Trust's parent company.

The whole thing worried Susan. All these assets, personnel, ability and plans were dangerous. After a while of observing everything, she realized the larger picture of this mission was simply to extract precious minerals and find energy sources to pad the Trust's pockets. Which wasn't as nefarious as she initially believed, but some of the minerals mined were radioactive and dangerous. Who would get them was another mystery Sue was determined to solve. She made sure to only interfere when lives were at stake, be it employees or natives of the planets they visited. No one but the Trapster had any idea that one of their main benefactors was accompanying them on this illegal trip. Eventually, it became a game to Sue, almost a naughty little game in the vein of the reality show “Undercover Boss”.

As Sue made her way to the dining hall, she picked up a tray and walked to the buffet. She recalled telling the Trapster that she was determined to find a way that she could tell Reed and the rest of the Fantastic Four what was going on here. She knew she had to figure out a way to explain how she found out. Sue had told the Trapster at the “Gold Bar” one night that the Gideon Trust and these “pirates” would pay the piper someday. Peter Petrusky had just laughed.

“What's so funny,” Sue had looked at him with stern eyes her face red from anger. She was serious about making them see justice.

Peter shrugged, “I'll be fine I think,” he chuckled.

Sue looked at him again for once annoyed but his cockiness. “Why is that?”

“I'm fucking the boss!” Petrusky said with a wink.

Even now, Sue still laughed at that. His bravado couldn't be denied. Even in its truth. She chose some Earth yogurt, and a blue Keldorian banana. At least, it was banana like. It was not curved and had hairs on the outside. It was less sweet in taste, but Sue loved them.

“Eggs miss honey?” She looked up to see Hector Herrera the world renowned cook with a scoop of eggs from god knows what planet or what birdlike creature. The Gideon Trust spared no expense. The Invisible Woman, or former Invisible Woman, or was it right to say “the Invisible Woman was shelved” at this point, Sue couldn't decide. Either way, she had developed a relationship with several of the staff she believed was here only for adventure and some money. Hector was one of these people, a harmless man. He treated her with respect, even in her “bimbo” persona.

“No thanks,” Sue waved him off. She wasn't sure about eating too much exotic and alien food. She had her likes and dislikes by now. She sat at a table and noted the geologist young physicist Peter “Mica” Corbeau and several of his young co-workers and friends. They were all young and just out of college, many of them idolized Reed. She found out while they admired Reed, they were enamored and enthralled by his wife. For them, it was the ultimate “get” for a scientist. If Reed could get Sue Storm, then any scientist had a chance to get a gorgeous woman. On the contrary, they were NOT fans of Honeypot. Sue recalled how they couldn't even talk to her at first. She heard rumblings that Mica and his friends didn't like “sluts”. That sure changed whenever they got drunk. “Liquid courage”, Sue called it. Trapster just laughed as these young guys with no knowledge of women lined up to speak to Sue at the “Gold Bar”.

One night, Mica came up to her, after she observed him with his friends. “How much?” He asked Sue, producing some Negative Zone purple jewels from his pocket.

“EXCUSE ME!” Sue chugged her drink and stood up, she had on heels that night and stood a few inches over the scientist. “What did this loser just say?”

Trapster picked up his drink and walked off laughing. “You're dead kid.” He patted him on the shoulder. “You have no idea who you're messing with!”

Mica acted tough as he could. “I don't know, it just seems like,” he looked back at his smiling friends. “You were a sex-**** weren't you,” she pointed to Trapster, “and you're not REALLY with him, so I just thought that maybe you'd...”

Sue crossed her arms. “Thought what?” She pointed to his crotch. “That I'd fuck that! Or even want to see it. Which I can't!” She poked him with his finger. “I don't do NERDS! SO BEAT IT!” She turned away from him with anger. She sipped her whiskey, and called to him as he walked away defeated. “And you're little pin-up girl, Susan Storm,” she continued. “Yeah, I saw the poster in your room”. She looked back at him finally, “I know Miss No-Sex Prude! Even though she is a frosty undersexed bitch,” she pointed again to his crotch. “She wouldn't go near that with a twenty foot invisible pole!”

She sat with her blue banana watching the group of young scientists poking their heads up from their trays, muttering to each other about her. It gave her a nasty idea, one that Susan Richards would never have, nor consider. She peeled away the furry skin of the blue banana, she dipped it into the yogurt, so a small amount was on the tip. Sue winked over to Mica and his friends and slowly slid two thirds of the banana over her purple lipstick covered lips, and into her mouth. Her tongue came out, under the blue banana, and all the young “boys” watched her show with wide eyes. She then quickly bit the banana right down to the end in one bite.

“Later nerds!” She gave them the finger and swayed her ass as she thew away the garbage and set her tray on-top of the trash barrel. She knew they might hate her, but their eyes were locked on her luscious ass in the tight purple pants. There was something in her power over them at that moment that made her smile. They were nerds, and right now, she wasn't into that.

As if on cue, her wristband hummed. It was a text message, based off another tech from the Baxter Building, that allowed such texts in space and alternate universes and timelines. Once again, the Gideon Trust had stolen technology from the Fantastic Four, another in the myriad of patent theft. Hell, even the ships A.I., DERBIE, was based off of the Baxter Building's own HERBIE. Though it wasn't linked to HERBIE, it still made Sue uneasy. Her distinct DNA couldn't be detected here, without HERBIE's official archive, however, she dared not used her actual powers in and around the ship. She was sure they had detection protocol for the Fantastic Four in some vein. The growing unease of the mystery surrounding the trip began to cause stress in Susan.

The text was from Petie. “Med bay 3 storage closet!” Sue smiled, knowing she was going to get laid in the next few minutes. It sent shock-waves of excitement over her body, and she forgot her stress for the moment. She pressed the button on her uniform, and the legs of the material began to slide up her form, until a mini-skirt was created. Better access for a quickie, Sue thought. She walked through the halls to Med-bay 3. The heavy set female nurse Sue had befriended was inside the room, typing away on a computer.

“Hey Georgia,” Sue waved and fluttered her gloved covered fingers. Sue had gotten to know Georgia Jenkins, being one of the only “nice” females on the ship. Women were few and far between on this spaceship, so it was nice Sue had a few girlfriends to confide in. She made sure they were people she could trust, at least somewhat. Everyone here knew what they were doing and its illegality. Some believed it would at least bring about positive research and discoveries. She sensed the plumpy joyful black nurse was one of them. She hoped it wasn't Karisma's influence, but looking at Georgia, and others on the ship, Sue didn't see the blank gaze that came from the veiled witch's powers. Maybe it was some other trick, Sue thought. There was nothing worse than not knowing what was truly going on.

“Hey Honey,” Georgia smiled back. “We still catching drinks at the Gold Bar tonight?” Sue nodded. She stood somewhat nervously in front of her friend. “What's up Hon?” The nurse looked Honeypot over, and noted her skirt. “What do you need,” she crossed her large arms.

Sue mouthed the words “TEN MINUTES”, and held up both hands with fingers outstretched.

Georgia Jenkins slowly lifted herself from her seat and grabbed her bag. “I guess I can go have a smoke on the deck.” She huffed as she walked past Sue. “The two of you....” Georgia clicked a button on the wall next to the door as she walked away, unlocking the storage closet at the back of the room. “I never in my life had such a libido!”

Sue Storm walked peeked around the hall, making sure no one was coming, then she slid into the room and hurried to the back. She pressed the door to the walk-in closet where the meds were stored, and it opened with a hiss. She walked in and moved to the table used to count out the ****. She put her yellow gloved hands one the table, and bent down swaying her ass as she waited eagerly.

She didn't need to wait long, as she heard the door hiss. A moment of fear crept into her. What if it wasn't him. Here was the ship “slut”, the ship “bimbo” in an area she wasn't allowed to be, swaying her hips like a whore. It caused Sue's pussy to moisten at the thought of being caught like this.

Then the familiar low voice of Peter Petrusky spoke gruffly. “FUCKING JANUS....” He shouted, as the door closed behind him. “FUCKIN NEGA-MAN or whatever!” Sue didn't even look back, she just felt him grip her hips. “FUCKING SAYS HE DOESN'T TRUST ME!” He was livid.

She still didn't turn around. His hands lifted her skirt and she felt the fabric come over her ass. Next, her pink panties were moved to the side. As Petrusky grunted and grumbled about the meeting, Sue just waited in anticipation. Her place here and now was not to talk, but to get fucked. A year ago, she would have laughed at the idea, and it still embarrassed her a little. But it was just so hot that she was right then and there, THE Susan Richards, a mere fucktoy for this low-life villain. Sue wondered if this man was going to at least finger her first. Play with her until she was wet, though it was not like she needed it. A nicer man would see to foreplay. Peter Petrusky was not a nicer man. Paste Pot Pete didn't DO foreplay. The thug villain the Trapster just fucked! She knew this by now.

“Huuuuhhh,” Sue moaned softly as he confirmed her suspicion. She felt his tip enter her wet snatch without hesitation of resistance. Her head lowered and her eyes closed as she felt an inch enter her and withdraw, then another three inches, then five, and so on.

“FUCKING JANUS!” Trapster shouted as he pounded into his woman. “THINKS HE IS SO SMART! I OUGHTA KICK HIS ASS!”

Sue felt his hand palm the side of her head. In a quick motion her head was pushed into the metal table with a “thud”. He began hammering into her pussy from behind. Normally, she would wallop anyone who did such an aggressive act, but it drove her insane with lust to be treated in that manner at that moment. “UHHHHH.....” Sue couldn't hold back the instinctive low moans. Her mewling drowned out by his shouting. He was ranting and raving now as he sawed his large thick cock in and out of her. She tried to hear him, but the dick inside her was all her body could listen too. I'm just his fucking fuckslut, Sue thought. She wondered if this was how all women were with him, how could they not be. With the Trapster, it was simple, shut up, get fucked, and enjoy the ride. If he needs anything else, he'd let you know. And enjoy it, Sue did, as her eyes rolled back and her mouth opened in a smile. The thwapping, sloshing, squishing sounds of their sex filled the room. She was getting fucked so well, she felt like she was going to pee, and she knew what that meant. “AAAAHHHHH......UUUUUUHHHHH!” Sue breathed out as an orgasm exploded from her loins, filling her body and mind. She felt the torrent of her juices spray from her body. She had squirted. The sounds of her private liquids splashing on the floor replaced all the other noise.

“Fuck toots,” he spanked her ass hard. “You got your shit on my threads.” His cock came out with a loud “pop” and Sue turned to see it dripping her juices. “Now I gotta change?”

Sue got to her knees, “Nah baby,” she laughed. Her eyes looked down to the button on his pants, her mouth opened and took in his cockhead without even having to look. She began to bob her head on his dick, as she fumbled with his belt. She found the button and pressed it. The uniforms had “self-dry” which was actually something Reed had not figured out with the Fantastic Four suits. So there were some real innovations on this ship. Sue tasted herself on his cock, and couldn't get over the contrasting salty and sweet flavor that always greeted when she tasted her own squirt. It was quite delicious. Something she had never known was even possible prior to being with the Trapster. She was a squirter? Who knew? She thought it was only a legend until Trapster had fingered it out of her. He had told her he could get any woman to squirt. Sue had lost that bet, and hard. She had no idea how fun it was to be so wrong.

“Damn,” Trapster felt his legs heat as the pants began to warm. “The shit on this ship is FANTASTIC!” He winked down at Sue as she began deepthroating his pole. “Wonder what I can take home with me.”

Minutes later, Hjarmal Knute Svenson renowned medical doctor and explorer walked to Med-Bay 3 with a patient checklist in his hands, he looked up to see Peter Petrusky walking out the door.

“Sup Doc?” Pete said with a smile and walked past him.

The doctor was confused, but then saw Honeypot Pink standing oddly with her knees together. Her hand was over her mouth. “Oh....Honey....you're here, I remembered you sent a message you wanted to see me.”

Honeypot nodded her hand over her mouth still, she appeared to be swallowing something. “Yubb....” Sue held a finger up and took a big swallow. “Yup, I need some birth control.” She said her hand still over her mouth as if trying to be polite when speaking and eating.

Svenson smiled. “It's good to eat breakfast on these trips. Need to keep hydrated and nourished.” He walked to the closet. “What did you have?” He asked the woman.

“Sausage!” Honeypot responded from behind. “A big one!”

The doctor laughed. Something naughty about a woman saying it, he was sure it was intentional. She was a little...different than the other females. More open with herself, than the other scientists, doctors, nurses and females. It was at times refreshing. He was about to hit the unlock code, when he noticed it slid open. That wasn't right, he'd have a talk with Georgia. They couldn't keep these doors open to just anyone. The elderly doctor almost slipped on the wet floor in the closet. “OH MY LORD! This room is a mess.” He side stepped a puddle on the floor, and noted the rank smell. “Someone must have spilled something, I'll have to get maintenance.” His feet squished on the floor, and he swore he heard Honey laughing in the next room. The doc retrieved some birth control boxes and went back to the Med-bay.

“Here,” he said, giving the woman two boxes. “You know the rules and side effects.” He looked at her face, and pointed with his finger. “You have some...uh....stuff,” he made a motion on his own cheek where he saw the schmootz on her face.

Honeypot swiped her cheek with her finger, and licked the white gooey substance. “Cream! MMMMMMM!!!” She winked at him and left with a skip in her step.

“Yeah,” Svenson chuckled going back to his patient notes. “Sausage and cream!”

He heard her call back. “It's my fave Doc!”

Sue whistled while she walked away from the Med-bay, the glow of sexual bliss shown all about her body, mood and movements. She had forgotten what she had even stressed about earlier. Trapster was off working on plans to mine a planetoid in Annihilus's territory. It meant even more illegality, since the Negative Zone Collective would consider it a trespass into prohibited territory. Still, the planetoid was potentially rich in Negative Gold. Just how the Gideon Trust planned on bringing such a material back to Earth was unknown to Sue. It would require an immense amount of power. Simply bringing such metals with “Negative” energy to Earth could potentially result in a massive explosion if even a trace of Negative Gold interacted with even a molecule of the positively charged world of Earth. She suspected that is where Janus, and his ability to manipulate the Negative Zone came into play. Either way, she was sure the Negative Four would be doing a security detail for this mining operation as per usual.

She checked her wristband communicator, it was still early. By the ships clock it was only 11 am. Only a few seconds had passed on Earth. She figured it was still 3 am back home. Johnny would be sleeping, probably. The whole reality of it all was comical to Susan. The Invisible Woman and Honeypot lead very different lives. By 11 am, Honeypot had already has sex twice. The Invisible Woman could go a week without having sex once. It may take months to count two sexual experiences for the Invisible Woman. As she moved down the halls, she had a glow about her.

“Hey Honey,” a female voice spoke from behind her.

Sue looked back as she reached the ship's gym. She saw the large form of Marsha Rosenberg, the super-powered woman known as Volcana. Though she didn't like Volcana's role here, it made sense. The Gideon Trust was using Volcana as the figurative and quite literal canary in the coal mine. With her ability to take on various forms of volcanic stone, fire or ash she could survive many types of environments and deem them suitable for operations. It was dangerous work, and Sue wondered if there would come a day when her abilities failed in this chaotic Negative Zone.

“Hey Marsha”, Sue greeted her with a warm smile. “You ready to get sweaty!” She flexed playfully for her friend. It was good to have female friends on this ship. Volcana had asked Honeypot to help her with a fitness regime.

The pair went to the women’s locker room, which was spacious and clean, due to a lack of females using the gym. Well, due to a lack of females in general. Sue put on her maroon tube top, and a tight pair of maroon yoga pants of the same “nega-molecules” as her uniforms. She fastened the laces of her yellow running shoes as she looked over to her friend. Marsha was nude, and Sue could see how large her breasts were once again. Sue didn't get jealous of anyone's chest, as her breasts were large and firm, but Volcana's were enormous. In the middle were huge dark nipples as round as a silver dollar if not larger. Her own were much smaller, and had a penchant for remaining rather hard and pointy. Something that once embarrassed her. Now she accepted it, even enjoyed how it made men stare. Another change in perspective on life this trip had instilled in Susan. Like her own, Volcana's boobs were real, there was no doubt about that. Volcana was large, and stood several inches over Sue. She was plump and round, but in a curvacious way. She wanted to get “fit” as she said, just like Honeypot. Sue didn't really understand why, as Volcana had what some called a “ghetto booty”, which was all the rage on Earth.

“Have any luck getting laid,” Sue asked.

Volcana pulled a long white workout tank top over black hair, and then down over her large breasts. “Not on this ship Honey.” Marsha grabbed a pair of white yoga pants. It was lucky the “nega-molecules” accommodated any size, as her huge ass needed the extra stretching material.

This made Sue laugh. It was so true. “Yeah, this isn't exactly a bar back home in Manhattan! Where you can just pick and choose!”

Volcana looked up from putting on her black tennis shoes. “I though you were from the south?”

Realizing her error, Sue quickly fixed the problem. “Dahling, I've lived in MANY places!”

The pair exited the woman's locker to the large gym. The Trust spared no expense as it was a full gym, with free weights, benches, tread mills, and other exercise machines. The doctors had recommended an hour in the gym for all employees, due to the unknown effects of Negative Space on muscles. Few took the advice. Sue's stomach turned when she saw the only other person in the gym. It was Ethan Crane, one of the accountants for the Fantastic Four. More like former accountant, as he, along with Christi Stoger tried to frame Johnny Storm for a screw-up to get themselves promoted. Apparently he had not been fired by the Gideon Trust. She needed to look into that more. The man made her uneasy again, the idea that he was diverting Fantastic Four funds when he was a person with a fiduciary trust to the hero community. She never trust the weasel. Hell, he looked like a weasel, skinny, with slicked back brown hair and a goatee that made him look like a one of those villains in the old cartoons with the top hats.

Sue pointed to the elliptical machines. Volcana joined her on one the machines. Ethan Crane was immediately to Sue's left on a treadmill walking slowly. She tried not to make eye contact. Crane hadn't recognized her, but he sure did stare. Her anger caused her to work harder on the elliptical. The stress again began to build along with the anger at this man's presence and gawking.

“Manhattan is nice,” Volcana said, “Maybe once we're done here I'll come visit you and Trapster!”

The woman's words caused Sue to regain focus. “Excuse me? Visit me and Trapster?”

“Of course,” Volcana added, “You two will probably get a place, no? With the money?” She laughed out loud, “he probably already has a lair!”

LIVE with the Trapster? Sue began to double over with laughter at that notion. She hadn't even imagined such a thing. “Yeah, who knows?” She didn't want to make it that obvious. Though the image of a dank apartment came to mind, and Sue in a sundress cooking dinner as Trapster sat drinking beers made her laugh again.

After ten minutes of warm up, Sue took Volcana to the middle of the padded floor. They set up mats and began to stretch. They started a small routine of leg lifts, and Sue looked in the mirror to see Ethan Crane, the thin wiry man with a goatee staring at them in the mirror. “Why don't you take a picture freak,” Sue glared back at him in the mirror, “it'll last longer.” It disgusted her that this loser of a man was taking in her body. He’d probably go “crank off” or whatever. Thought, judging by the tiny bulge in his pants, that wouldn't be a long workout.

The man gave her a creepy smile and nod, and got off the treadmill. She realized that the pervert might be the key to getting a paper trail to expose the illegal activity of the Gideon Trust. He no doubt kept records somewhere. She watched him wipe his face off with a towel and exit into the men's locker room.

“What about Crane?” Sue asked Marsha.

Volcana gave her a look as if asking whether she was joking. “I'm like ten feet taller and got 400 pounds on that guy!”

Sue shrugged, “You never know, sometimes things like that can be fun.” It was something Sue could work on. Honeypot the creepy accountant. Certainly she wouldn't touch the man, but Volcana needed dick.

Honeypot took Volcana through a good workout that included yoga and high intensity interval training, getting them both sweaty. After about forty minutes, the girls went back to the locker room. Sue stripped her wet clothes off, and hung them in the locker. The lockers had a self cleaning system for clothes. Everything was accounted for here. It must have cost a LOT of the Fantastic Four's money.

Sue joined Marsha in the showers. She looked over as the larger woman lathered her curvy body. She'd probably KILL Crane, Sue joked to herself. Maybe she could hook Volcana up with Mica. Again, he was just a young student, and Volcana would probably tear him apart. Just her boobs and ass alone could crush the both of them. Honeypot liked the idea of playing “Negative Zone Match-Maker”. Maybe on the next shore leave they could double date. Sue had a tight new black dress she wanted to wear and there seemed to be casinos and resorts on every planet they visited.

After the shower, the girls began to dry off. “What kind of guys do you like?” Sue asked.

Volcana thought for a second. “I like smart guys I guess!”

“Nerds huh?” Sue answered. “Not my cup of tea.”

The large woman rubbed her black hair with a towel, and her eyes looked up to the ceiling as she smiled. “I dated Owen Reece a while back. And I've always had a thing for Tony Stark. And Hank Pym is cute. Oh, and I met Reed Richards a few times, I bet with his powers, he can do AMAZING things!”

“You'd might lose that bet,” Sue blurted out quietly grabbing her uniform from her locker.

Volcana pulled on her pink leotard. “Have you met him too?”

Sue shook her head, “No...I was just....” she tried to think for a second trying to cover her own ass, “I'm just not into nerds!”

The girls dressed and began to leave the locker room. “Yeah,” Volcana stated, “your boyfriend Trapster is cute if you're into that tough guy biker thing.” She chuckled, “I bet he just fucks the shit outta you right?”

Sue smiled widely. “You'd win that bet!”

Both of the girls wrist communicators buzzed. “Looks like we got an assignment!” Volcana said.

It was time to go to work.

(So I envision this as a sort of comic "Paste and Honey", which is while I'm numbering the issue. I like this pairing far more than I realized, and I've mapped out some issues of their adventures. I almost wish what came before the Trapster could be forgotten for this, I guess comics have retcons, no? I like the idea of getting past the set-up to focus on their adventures with their sex thrown in. No "world ending threats here", which doesn't speak to casual sex. This is more a mystery Sue will uncover over the course of the run. Any ideas, let me know.)