Chapters tagged exhibitionist

by Zeebop

Chapter 8

For a woman used to being invisible, Sue Storm felt very exposed as she stepped into the club. The Vanishing Point was one of those arty, exclusive little clubs that catered to the rich and, Sue saw immediately, the lightly perverted. While the entrance doors and walls were perf...

by Zeebop

Chapter 18

For a moment, the weight of the world fell from Sue Storm's shoulders. Her spine relaxed. Muscles sang. Her body wanted to move—and she let it. Naked, she spun around the pole. She gained height, pulled herself up, moved to an unheard beat. Nissa sat back and admired the confide...

by Zeebop

Chapter 10

They were naked. Again. Sitting across from one another. Sue Storm couldn't help but feel a strange feel at this, even though the sensation of sitting on her chair, a towel placed beneath her, was ultimately very natural. Maybe it was the fact that Dr. Stone could see her, and sh...

by Zeebop

Chapter 17

Neon lights played across the darkened space of the go-go bar. Bedecked many of the guests. Karla Sofen, sipping her jack and coke almost directly beneath Sue Storm's cage, wore a suitable outfit, a skimpy cocktail dress of shiny chrome, bedecked with thin tubes of shifting light...

by Zeebop

Chapter 13

The zipper pulled down...and down...and down. Sue Storm drank in the sight of more and more of the Black Widow's flesh being exposed, thanks to the image inducer. The red hair seemed to fall across one eye, just as Natasha's did. The lips curled in a familiar smile. Only the slig...

by Zeebop

Chapter 11

Sue Storm was doing her homework. That's what she called it, lying awake in her own bed, panties off, rubbing her clit with the tips of two fingers on her left hand. Her knees were akimbo, soles of her feet pressed together. It would be an embarrassing pose, if anyone was there t...

by Zeebop

Chapter 31

The costume was more BDSM-influenced than Janet van Dyne normally cared for. The black latex half-mask included insectoid hubs over the eyes and little antennae. The black hardness that went over and under her breasts hid nothing, but gave a place for her obviously fake wings. Th...

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Chapter 29

Janet van Dyne didn't have supersenses in the normal sense. Her eyes were only 20/20, her hearing within human average, smell and taste utterly mundane. Yet as a shrinking heroine, she had come to know what to look for when it came to microconstruction, and there was a spot, just...

by Zeebop

Chapter 22

In Times Square the digital screens shifted to a sweaty, flushed face. Onlookers paused at the familiar sight of Sue Storm's blue eyes, dilated now with pain and pleasure. Cable networks across the world suddenly experienced technical malfunctions. Static swept across hundreds o...

by Zeebop

Chapter 4

In the motel room, Sue Storm stared at herself in the mirror. She could feel her clothes on her body; the one-piece zip-up suit she had worn on the mission when they had been exposed to cosmic rays. Yet she could not see the suit. In the mirror, her reflection showed her naked bo...