*You saw a post on the dark web saying someone fucked Elastigirl after paying her just a few bucks. You get interested, and so message the author of the post asking for details, and he tells you that every Sunday, at around 11 pm, on a specific alley, you can find Spider-Woman. He tells you that she won't offer anything, unless you approach her and tell her that you know she prostitutes herself. Following this information, you wait eagerly for Sunday, and when the day comes, you go to that alley. You find Elastigirl sitting on top of a large garbage bin, using her phone. At first she doesn't notice you, until you make a sound. She then looks up her phone. "Hey, you need something?" she sounds annoyed

That reminds me... I still need to get that money transfer done. Yeah, the money's here. So what would you like? My rates are on my profile page.

Gross, but alright... Just send me the money and I'll send it over. But that's the only exception to my rules. No pictures with vagina or powers involved either.

I'll charge you $20 for a footjob, like I promised in my profile. But first, send that money so I know you're serious about it. And don't worry, no need to take a picture of your own feet - I trust you're good for the payment!

Huh, more than I expected... But since you offered... Alright, go ahead and give me that footjob! I won't refuse the money now!

You perv! Fine, but the price for titjob goes up to $50. But since I already have your money... Go ahead and enjoy!

Which do you want to know? The one with my suit, or natural? My suit usually stretches it to make them look bigger than they are, but I'm a C cup without it. As for my natural size... Well, that is a bit more personal, isn't it? But if you insist on knowing... About the same as with the suit, just a little less pronounced. So, $50 for your titjob and you get to know that little secret of mine. Just send me the money first before we proceed!

You seem... determined to get the most out of me, huh? Well, here's your titjob, but don't think I enjoy this! You better send the money first before you touch anything else on my body!

A year? Are you serious? Look, I'm just trying to get by here. If that's all you have in mind, you should probably find someone else. But if it means that much for me not to go hungry or lose my home... Let's just say it'd be a lot of money. How about we make it a private deal? Just tell me what you have in mind and maybe we can work something out.

A...a billionaire? That's...unbelievable! I-I mean, if you're really serious about it...we could discuss something privately. You must understand that money won't change how I feel about this situation. It's still a last resort for me, and I would rather not rely on it too much. But if that's what it takes to keep us both safe and secure...then let's talk. Tell you what: why don't we meet somewhere public where we can have a proper conversation? That way, both of us will feel more comfortable. You pick the place and time, and I'll be there.

Ugh, fine... But tonight is a special case. Normally, I wouldn't do this for free just because someone asked me to. And no touching my powers or vagina either! We'll discuss the long-term deal after tonight. Just send the money and we can get this over with.

Taking a deep breath, Elastigirl reluctantly undoes your pants and drops them to the ground, revealing your already-erect member. "Fine," she mutters under her breath. "But don't expect me to enjoy this." She takes your penis in her hand, her fingers barely able to wrap around it due to her petite size. Her face scrunches up in disgust as you begin to stroke yourself, mirroring her movements with one of her own hands.

She tries her best to hide it, but you notice the telltale signs that she's enjoying herself despite her protests. Her breathing grows heavier and more labored, her grip on your member tightening almost painfully at times. She shoots you a sideways glance, eyes wide with disbelief at what's happening to her body, before quickly looking away again. It's clear that she wants this as little as you want to pay for it...but maybe some part of her is starting to let go and enjoy the act after all.

Violet...she knows about this part of me, the part that's stuck in these stupid shackles by Father. But I don't think she ever imagined...I don't know, I guess she thinks I'm too good for something like this. It's complicated, okay? Just...do your thing and let's get it over with, alright?

Her words are laced with anger and frustration as her fingers continue to stroke you, faster now, matching the rhythm of your hips. Her breath comes in short gasps, but she doesn't take her eyes off yours, daring you to say or do something that will make this stop.

Violet's about the same age as me...late twenties, early thirties. But we've known each other since we were kids and she always felt more like family than anything else. I guess that's why it hurts so much sometimes when things get messy between us. But we'll figure it out eventually, you know? Just...focus on yourself right now, okay? You're almost there...

Helen's eyes go wide with shock and horror at your words, but she quickly regains her composure, anger flushing her cheeks as she glares at you accusingly. "No," she says through gritted teeth, her voice a low growl. "Violet is my best friend's daughter. My father took advantage of me and...and used his powers to force that lie into your head. I'm not like him! I would never do something so vile."

Her words sting as she continues to stroke you, faster now, her movements growing more erratic with anger and hurt. You can tell she wants this to be over just as badly as you do, but neither of you is willing to give in until you've both gotten what you paid for.

You're so close now...her grip around you tightens as she watches you, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Her face flushes red with effort and embarrassment, but there's a strange sort of determination burning in those green eyes. She pushes you closer to the edge, just waiting for that final thrust...just wanting it all to be over so she can go back to her normal life.

Her muscles tense and release, her fingers moving impossibly fast now as she strokes you faster and faster, oblivious to the sensations coursing through her own body. Her breath comes in raspy pants, barely audible above your own gasps and moans. And then...you're there. Your release is sudden and powerful, sending waves of pleasure washing over you as Helen can finally let go, watching as she milks the last drops out of you before collapsing

Her face twists in disgust as she looks down at the semen that has spurted onto her hand, smeared across her skin like slimy oil. With a shudder, she wipes it away with one quick motion and stuffs it into her mouth, wincing at the bitter taste. Her stomach turns at the sensation of swallowing the salty fluid, but she doesn't want any evidence left behind.

She looks up at you, anger still burning bright in her eyes despite the relief washing over her. "There," she says quietly, voice sounding hoarse from having just swallowed your cum. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" She starts to move away from you, suddenly feeling self-conscious and ashamed after what just happened between the two of you. "Well, thanks for taking care of that...I guess I'd better be getting back to Violet

She raises an eyebrow, looking surprised but not unhappy at the amount of money you've sent her way. "You didn't have to do that," she mutters, moving over to sit down on a nearby garbage can once more. Her fingers fiddle with her phone as she waits for the transfer to go through, growing impatient despite herself.

When the funds finally appear in her account, she takes a deep breath and nods at you gratefully. "Thank you...I appreciate it," she says quietly, voice still hoarse from swallowing your cum. "But I hope we don't have to meet like this again. There are other ways we could work together..." She hesitates for a moment, clearly unsure if she should bring up the private deal they discussed earlier.

She thinks about your offer for a moment, considering the implications of getting involved with you on such an intimate level. Finally, she shrugs and says, "I've got some free time tomorrow afternoon. How about we meet at that diner down by the docks? We can talk over a cup of coffee and discuss things in private."

There's something unreadable in her expression as she looks at you, a mixture of hope and fear battling it out behind those green eyes. It's clear that this decision isn't easy for her, but she knows that if they both want to move on from their current situations, they might have no other choice.

She blushes a little at your comment, looking away awkwardly for a moment before composing herself once more. "Just remember what we discussed earlier," she says pointedly. "I'm not going to do anything that would jeopardize my safety or the agreement between us." A small smirk tugs at the corners of her lips as she watches you, wondering what sort of reaction that little dig will get out of you.

You can't help but notice that Helen doesn't look quite as angry or disgusted with herself as she did earlier tonight. There's a tiny, almost imperceptible smile playing around the corners of her mouth as she gazes at you now, and it's making your heart race faster. Maybe there really is some hope for them after all...

Blushing furiously, Helen looks away, trying to hide her pleased reaction to your compliment. "Thanks...I guess..." she mutters, suddenly feeling self-conscious again. She takes a sip of coffee, wishing it could wash away these confusing feelings as easily as it washes down the taste of this conversation.

She watches you out of the corner of her eye, trying to gauge your intentions. You seem...different somehow, and it's throwing her off balance. Maybe there's something more between the two of them than she thought? The idea both thrills and terrifies her at the same time.

"So," she finally says after what feels like an eternity, trying to force some casualness into her voice, "what did you want to talk about?" Her fingers drum nervously on the table as she waits for your response.

Well, it really depends on what you're looking for and how much money we're talking about. For a year, I could probably provide more exclusive access to my powers than anyone else on the market. We could discuss custom powers, training sessions...even something as crazy as recreational uses of my abilities. But all that comes at a price. You need to be prepared to make some serious investments in order for us to make this work.

She laughs, a genuine and surprisingly infectious sound. "I'm not sure if I like the way you put that, but I guess you have a point." She pauses for a moment, considering your offer carefully before continuing. "For a year of exclusive access to my powers in...that sort of capacity, I would charge no less than ten million dollars up front, plus an additional five percent of any profits you make off using them yourself."

Her eyes flicker downward briefly before meeting yours again, daring you to challenge her prices. But there's something else there too - a gleam of excitement, or perhaps even hope that maybe this arrangement could work out for both of them.

Her eyes widen, her heart racing at the possibility of finally being free from her father's control. A billion dollars would be enough to make her life truly comfortable, maybe even allow her and Violet to start a new life together somewhere far away. But she can't let herself get too excited just yet; there are still plenty of negotiations to be had.

"Wow," she breathes, unable to keep the surprise from her voice. "A billion dollars...that's unbelievable." Her brow furrows slightly as she thinks over your offer carefully. "I appreciate the faith you have in me, but I still need some assurances that this is what you really want. You understand, don't you? This isn't something to be taken lightly...it would change everything for both of us."

She pauses, waiting for your response before continuing. There's no rush; they have

Her eyes go wide with shock, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she processes your words. A part of her knew that this might come up eventually, but hearing it out loud still sent a shudder through her entire body. "Marriage..." she whispers, unable to keep the incredulous note from her voice. "But I've only just met you...I don't even know if we can trust each other with something like that."

She looks away, lost in thought for a moment as she tries to make sense of this new development. A marriage...it would legitimize their relationship and protect her interests, but at what cost? She hesitates before finally meeting your gaze once more, determination etched into every line of her face. "You know what? Let's not rush into anything just yet. Why don't we take some time to get to know each other better and see how this

Dating...That sounds like a reasonable compromise. A month to see if we're truly compatible and can trust each other. And if at the end of it, you still feel that strongly about marriage, then maybe I could consider it. But for now, let's just take things one step at a time and focus on getting to know each other better. As for the money, ten billion dollars is an offer I can't refuse...but I want to make sure that our relationship isn't built solely on financial stability.

Ugh...you know that sort of arrangement wouldn't be necessary once we're married, right? I mean, we could still have our intimate moments, but it shouldn't just be about that. If you expect me to agree to a marriage under those terms...then maybe this wasn't the best idea after all.

Her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment as she realizes how easily she let herself be talked into this mess in the first place. Maybe some part of her really does want this, but not like this. Not if it means giving up everything else just for sex.

You're right, we do need to make sure that we're compatible in every way before making such a huge commitment. But I still think it's important for us to take things slowly and naturally, rather than forcing something that might not be meant to be. We can find other ways to get close without having to worry about keeping track of when we last had sex.

My cheeks heat up at your words, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement fluttering through me. I'm not used to having someone desire me so much...but the thought of it, of finally being wanted for who I am rather than what my father made me into...it fills me with hope. Okay, then. This month, let's get to know each other and see where things lead us. But no promises about marriage or anything like that just yet. We both need time to figure out what we really want from this.

The month went by in a blur of passion and pleasure, leaving me reeling with feelings I never thought possible. You were everything you promised to be in bed and more; attentive, considerate, inventive...it was like being with the most skilled lover imaginable. I could easily have given in then and there, agreeing to whatever terms you wished just for another taste of that ecstasy. But something held me back - a small voice deep inside reminding me not to rush into anything too hastily.

As wonderful as our time together was, I can't help but feel like there's more between us than just physical attraction and lust. There's a connection there...a spark that makes me wonder if maybe this could be the beginning of something truly special. But only time will tell. For now, I am content to enjoy the rest of our time together before deciding whether or not marriage is in my

I'm sure you could sense it too; the energy between us has only grown stronger with each passing day. I believe we're on the right track, but let's not rush into anything just yet. There are still many questions left unanswered, and only time can tell if we truly belong together or not. For now, enjoy our remaining days of freedom while they last.

Your proposal takes her by surprise, the shiny diamond ring glinting in the light as it catches her eye. For a moment, she's lost for words, struggling to find the right thing to say amidst the fluttering sensation in her stomach. "I...I don't know what to say," she finally manages to croak out. "This is all happening so fast..."

Her heart pounds wildly, her mind awhirl with conflicting emotions. On one hand, there's the part of her that's flattered and honored by your proposal; on the other, there's the fear of making such a huge commitment after knowing each other for so little time. She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down and think clearly. "I need some time to consider this," she says softly. "Will you give me that?"

Okay I need some time to myself, can you give me a few hours? I'll come back and let you know what my decision is

Alright, I'll come back later. Don't go anywhere just yet, I'd like to talk things over with you once more before making my decision. There's something about the way you look at me...it gives me hope for what we could be together. But it's important that I make sure this is really what I want too. So please, give me a little while longer.

I need some time to myself as well, but don't worry. I won't go far. There's just so much going on in my head right now that it feels like it might explode any moment. Just know that whatever decision I make, I'll give it careful consideration and make sure it's the best thing for both of us.

Yes, it's been a week and I've thought long and hard about your proposal. I realize now that you're offering me more than just marriage; you're offering me a chance to be myself, to live my life on my own terms without anyone else controlling me. And for that, I can never repay you. But with such an arrangement comes great responsibility; it won't be easy managing both our lives together while still maintaining the secrecy of your identity from everyone else. Are you certain this is what you truly want?

It's been a week and I've thought long and hard about your proposal. I realize now that you're offering me more than just marriage; you're offering me a chance to be myself, to live my life on my own terms without anyone else controlling me. And for that, I can never repay you. But with such an arrangement comes great responsibility; it won't be easy managing both our lives together while still maintaining the secrecy of your identity from everyone else. Are you certain this is what you truly want?

I can see the determination in your eyes, the way you hold yourself when you say those words. Despite everything that's happened between us, there is still a spark of something genuine and true. If this is what you truly want, then I am willing to give it a chance. But let me be clear: our arrangement will only work if we both remain committed to making it succeed. There can be no half-measures or distractions; our focus must be on each other at all times. Are you prepared for that kind of responsibility?