Girls On Film

Susan Storm

Johnny Storm was one of Peter's best friends, and he respected Johnny. He really did. But his older sister Sue was a fucking bombshell and there was nothing fair about that fact. A stacked, hot blonde with full lips, walking around New York in a skintight uniform that hugged her form not only more than the other members of the Fantastic Four, but seemingly because Reed wanted to put his wife in a slutty and form-fitting outfit for his own indulgence, was just not the kind of sight Peter could ignore. He'd had the hots for her when he was a pent up teen not getting nay, and he had the hots for her now that he had two girlfriends with supermodel looks, one of whom even had the job description to boot.

It was seemingly because of that friendship that Sue rang up Peter within the hour of him announcing his new line of work, insisting she be his very first client. It was abrupt, and she didn't seem to want to take anything but an emphatic 'yes' as his answer. She explained she had the clothes in mind for the shoot, he just needed to give her the direction when she explained it to him--but not over the phone. Peter was ecstatic word had reached far enough to catch Sue's ear about how he was going into the business of 'private photography' and angling his efforts onto the superhero community, and he was happy to accept her, figuring she would in turn have more friends and connections to give him glowing reviews for. But in truth, Peter had been a little chaste in how he had advertised it; he mentioned 'private lingerie shoots' as one of several things, amid inclusions of publicity head shots and photo shoots meant for more properly superheroic means, as Peter hoped to try and find some way not to come off as a horrible perv.

But then Sue asked him quite directly if she would be fine seeing her naked, and he almost dropped his phone outright.

Sue arrived within the hour, a heavy coat drawn over her body as she came by his place. “Thank you so much for this, Peter. I have always wanted to do something sexy to surprise Reed with, but I never wanted to go looking for someone trustworthy. I know you'll do okay at not making this too weird.”

It was already weird, but Peter kept that to his damn self, working on setting up his cameras and lighting. “I'm just happy someone is taking a chance on me! I've done some work for my girlfriend, but...” He didn't mention he had two of them. That was not info he gave out too freely to pretty much anyone, for the intense oddness of their relationship. It was a detail nobody needed to know, especially with villains always out there, who didn't need to know Spider-Man had two girlfriends who someone could hurt. “This is a lot different.”

“I am taking a very big chance on you, but I know you'll do fine.” Sue smiled as she started to undo her coat, and once Peter caught sight of even some of what lay beneath his chest tightened. Underneath the coat, Sue wore a lacy set of blue lingerie, a bra and panty set that showed off a lovely body and flaunted it all perfectly, complete with stockings that did wonders to flaunt her long, sleek legs. She looked amazing. “And Reed will get the best pictures of his wife a man could ask for.”

Peter nodded happily. “Do you have anything in mind for how you want to do this?”

“Not really,” Sue confessed. “I'm good at being sexy in person, but I've never tried to take pictures of myself like this. This is completely new to me, and I don't know how to deal with any of that, to be honest."

"That's fine, that's fine," Peter said, nodding in understanding as he urged Sue to walk with him toward the area he'd set up. "We can go through this step by then, and you can tell me if you ever feel uncomfortable or like you want to stop." Peter had only Sue's best intentions in mind, even as his eyes lingered with far too much excitement upon her gorgeous body, the struggle of trying to keep from staring too much really getting to him as he tried his best not to come off like some kind of pervert who couldn't keep his eyes to himself. Sue needed someone who could take responsible photos, not someone to undress her with her eyes. She trusted him and he needed to keep it that way. "One thing I wanted to ask about that you mentioned earlier was about being naked?"