Slick was no fool. He knew he’d be in a world of shit if the rest of the FF realized what he’d done to their precious team-mate. He’d have to find a way to keep Sue’s whoring a secret, while letting the world think she was still a virtuous heroine. Maybe later on he could get her to drop out of that life and become a full-time hooker, but only if it could look like it was her own idea and not because of Slick getting her hooked on Blaze! His mind was full of the possibilities of having this powerful meta-human as his loyal bitch, but for now, he would satisfy himself with her as a new ho.
After he’d been blown by the little strumpet in he alleyway, Slick entered the building to see how Sue’s new look was coming along. He found her in the dressing room, where she’d already ditched the FF uniform and had been trying on a variety of slutty outfits. It was wonderfully surreal to see the upright and respectable Susan Storm-Richards in a tiny black thong and push-up bra, slipping into a skin-tight lycra mini-dress. She smoothed the clinging fabric over her luscious curves and posed in front of a full-length mirror. She also wore PVC thigh-boots with five inch heels.
Seeeing Slick enter the room, she arched an eyebrow and smiled seductively. “How do I look?”
“Like a prime slice of Grade-A fuckmeat. But we need to make sure no-one recognizes you. It could make things a bit tricky for ol’ Slick if word gets around that you’re turning tricks for me, know what I’m sayin’?”
Sue suddenly remembered one of Reed’s many boring lectures about some new invention he’d whipped up in the lab. A machine that could create the perfect disguise for infiltration missions. She laughed. “I think I have the perfect solution to that little problem. We’ve got a special toy in the Baxter Building that can make me look any way you like. I could even be a different whore every night! I think some nice tattoos and piercings would be nice…”
“Sounds fuckin’ great, baby. But for tonight, let’s go for something a bit more low-tech.”
So saying, he went to a shelf with a variety of wigs, and selected a short black bob. Sue smiled as she fixed her hair back so that it would fit under the wig, and eased it into place. Then she fixed her make-up so that it complimented the raven-black hair, with black eyebrows and blood-red lipstick.
“Good, that ought to do it. Now you’re ready to get that money-makin’ ass out there and put it to work.”
He saw Sue reach for the Blaze inhaler which was on the dressing table. “OK, I guess you can have one more hit before you head out there. Should mean you’ll give that little bit extra to your first customers.”
Sue put the inhaler to her lips and pressed the button, sending a gust of the intoxicating vapor down into her lungs. She felt a fresh wave of wicked pleasure flood through her, and she churned with dark delight at the sudden change in her life – she’d come here to put an end to the very sort of depraved activity she was now revelling in. Could it be that what had really set her off on her anti-prostitution campaign was jealousy? She’d secretly envied the young sluts who sucked and fucked an endless parade of strangers for money.
Well, now she was one of them and she couldn’t wait to start making money for her pimp.