Jennifer Walters, "Big Jen," shuddered in fascination as she stared at Susan Richards, the prim and proper Invisible Woman, dressed like some tarty schoolgirl and desperate to be punished for all her "naughty" thoughts. Jen had to admit that she'd often had lustful thoughts about Sue back when She-Hulk was part of the Fantastic Four, wondering if she was so squeaky clean deep down, wondering what it would be like to squeeze her big tits, that round bump, pull Sue's blonde hair and feel her moan....
"Um... I said I was a naughty girl," Sue repeated uncertainly. This domme seemed a little different from the ones she'd used before. What was going on? "Aren't you going to--"
"Did I give you permission to speak, you little tart?" Jen growled, feeling the lust rise in her. She slapped Sue lightly on the cheek, causing her to moan.
Jen felt she was on fire. Her cunt was dripping like mad! Fuck, she was actually doing it! She was actually going to dominate the Invisible fucking Woman!
Sue squealed as Jen yanked her face down onto the domme's muscular lap. Then Jen ripped away Sue's panties, revealing her big pale butt.
Sue squealed harder as Jen started to spank her.
"Going to punish you hard, bitch! Teach you to be a nasty littel slut!" Yes, Jen finally had a chance to feel this butt! She wasn't going to stop!
* * *
Monica staggered into the waiting room. She had pulled on a new outfit: really tight leopard-print pants, an orange tube-top, red pumps, big gold hoop earrings, and plenty of gold bangles. She looked like a total whore!
She snorted, making sure to get all of the coke up her nose, and her whole body felt on fire. She stared at the group of people there who were deciding on what whore to get.
"Yo, how many of you fuckers think you can take me on?" Monica asked, staggering slightly as the drug electrified her every nerve. "All your cocks -- all at fucking once! C'mon, you horny bastards!"
* * *
Natasha lit her cigarette in its long black holder and leaned back in her chair. Though many of the other women were turned into the sort of trash hooker that one expected to see in the area, it was decided that at least one of them should be a more sophisticated, expensive sort, a "courtesan," a "lady of the night." The one who was as stylishs and glamourous as a movie starlet, but who knew a thousand ways to please someone.
Natasha was the obvious choice for it. But she wondered if anyone had the price to pay for her services, or if they would be satisfied with the cheaper floozies.
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