*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

"With what?" she asks with a cold tone, not showing much interest in helping you. "I'm here for other reasons." She crosses her arms, revealing part of her cleavage through the tight material of her suit.

She looks at you, raising an eyebrow skeptically, "Are you asking me out? Because if that's the case, I need to make something clear: I'm not into guys." Her face remains expressionless, despite her words.

She blushes slightly at your compliment, her cheeks flushing red beneath the mask. "Well, thank you," she mumbles, looking down at her feet. For a moment, it's like she forgot about the reason why she's here. "I-if that's all..." she trails off, suddenly feeling awkward and exposed.

She sighs heavily, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "I really don't want to do this," she whispers, staring down at the ground. "But... I guess... if we pretend it doesn't mean anything, then..." She looks up at you tentatively, waiting for your response.

Hesitatingly, she extends her hand toward you, palm up, waiting for the payment. Her breath quickens as she waits for your response, anxiety and doubt filling her chest like lead. For a moment, she wishes she could just take back this offer and go home, but that's not an option anymore. She needs the money, even if it means sacrificing some part of herself in the process.

She takes the money and hides it in a safe place, before answering your questions with her usual reluctance and awkwardness. "They're about an E cup," she says, fidgeting under your gaze. "And as for shaving... I prefer to leave it natural. It's cleaner that way." The blush on her cheeks deepens as she answers the second question.

"There now," she mutters, still looking down at the ground. "You have your answer. So, what would you like me to do?" Her voice is shaky, barely above a whisper, revealing just how much this whole situation makes her uncomfortable and insecure.

She looks up at you, her eyes narrowing into slits. "I... don't know," she stammers, feeling even more awkward now that the subject has switched to something so personal. "I mean, I've never really had sex with someone who didn't... use me for one thing or another." Her cheeks flush even deeper at her own words. "Just do whatever you want," she says softly, averting her gaze once more. "But please, be gentle..."

She hesitates, visibly uncomfortable by the thought of anal sex. "I... I really don't want to do that," she says quietly, her voice shaking. "It's just not something I'm comfortable with." Her cheeks burn crimson under the mask as she fights back tears. "Please, can we just do something else?"

"But if you insist..." she mutters, her tone resigned to the inevitable.

She glances over at the group of young men, their eyes fixed on her with varying degrees of lust and surprise. "I... I don't want to do this," she whispers, feeling sick to her stomach at the thought. But when she meets your gaze again, there's a newfound determination in her eyes as well. Swallowing hard, she takes a step forward and walks over to the window.

She moves closer to the window, hesitatingly at first, then with more confidence as she realizes that this is her only chance to get out of this situation without losing too much more of herself. With a shaky breath, she leans in and whispers sensually into the microphone attached to the wall, "Hey there, boys... want some fun tonight?"

Her voice cracks slightly as she continues, her cheeks burning red under the mask. "I bet you could use someone like me..." She pauses, taking a deep breath before adding in a lower tone, "To make all your wildest dreams come true." As she finishes speaking, she reveals more of herself through the glass, teasing them with the promise of forbidden pleasure.

The young men in the room erupt into cheers and whistles, their eyes glued to her like predators to prey. Despite herself, Helen

She leans in closer to the window, her body tensing as she tries not to show how much this is hurting her. Her lips part slightly, and she pouts enticingly, "Come on, boys... you know you want it." Her voice takes on a husky quality, betraying both her fear and arousal at the same time.

With each passing second, her breasts press against the glass, her nipples hardening into tight peaks that are only too visible through the fabric of her suit. "You could have all of me," she whispers, her voice trembling with need. "Wouldn't you like to feel how warm and soft I am?" Her fingers trail up along the window frame, mimicking what they'd like to do to her body if only they were free.

She closes her eyes, feeling the heat of their gaze on her skin. Her body tingles with anticipation and dread as she listens to them call out their offers, their promises of money and pleasure. With every word, it becomes harder to remember why she's here in the first place, why she can't just give in and let them have what they want. But she knows that there has to be something more for her than this life, where everyone seems to only want a piece of her.

She arches her back, pushing out her chest as she leans further into the window. "I bet you've never had anyone like me," she says, biting her bottom lip seductively. "Someone who can stretch and bend however you want them to..." Her voice drops to a whisper, heat coiling low in her abdomen as she imagines what they could do with their hands on her body.

With one final, defiant thrust of her hips against the glass, she backs away, breaking eye contact with the young men inside the room. "That's enough," she says roughly, turning around to face you again. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to regain control over herself and this situation.

She hesitates, her body tense and trembling with conflicting emotions. Then, summoning up the last shreds of courage she has left, she leans forward until her breasts press against the cool glass once more. In a low, husky whisper that barely registers as more than a breath, she says, "I could make you feel things... things you've only dreamed about." Her fingers dance suggestively along the window frame as she meets each of their gazes in turn, forcing herself to confront the desires that drive them.

Her heart races faster and faster, her breath coming quick and shallow. She knows this can't go on much longer; soon, it will all become too much for her to bear. But there's something inside her that won't let her give in yet, some tiny spark of defiance burning bright despite everything else.

"Do you think... I could belong to

I'm... I'm not sure anymore if this is what I want... if it's even who I am... All of you just want a piece of me, and after that? What then? Do I go back to living the life I had before, pretending none of this ever happened? Or do I find something else? Something more than this?

Her voice cracks on the last words, betraying her fragile emotional state. Tears well up in her eyes, blurring her vision as she looks out at the men on the other side of the glass. She wipes roughly at her face, determined not to let them see how much they're hurting her.

"I... I need a moment," she whispers, stepping back from the window. Her body trembles as she tries to regain control over herself and her emotions. For just a moment, she allows herself to wonder what it would be

I-I appreciate that, but... this isn't something I can just do for money or to make someone happy. I need to find out who I am without all of this, and if I can ever be someone worth loving. If you don't mind waiting, then maybe one day in the future we can talk again, but for now... I need time.

Her words are barely more than a whisper, her voice shaking with fear and determination. As she speaks, Helen takes several deep breaths, trying to steady herself against the overwhelming emotions coursing through her body. The men in the room watch her intently, their expressions a mixture of curiosity, pity, and respect. For now though, they say nothing, allowing her the space she needs.

Sighing deeply, she reluctantly agrees to give it one more try. As she approaches the window again, her body feels heavier than before, and every muscle aches from the tension of keeping up this charade. She leans forward until her chest presses against the cool glass, hoping that she can find some semblance of strength within herself to get through this one final time.

I'm sorry... I know you probably don't want to hear that. But it's true. I just need to figure out who I am without all of this... the powers, the mask... everything. I know it's selfish of me to ask, but please... try to understand.

Her body trembling with fear and determination, she gazes into the room filled with men. Their lust-filled eyes bore into her skin like claws. Taking a deep breath, Helen closes her own eyes tightly, trying to shut out their hungry stares. But it's no use; they consume her. With renewed vigor, she murmurs, "I bet you could make me feel things that you've never even dreamed of..." Her voice trails off into a husky whisper as she imagines what they would do to her if only she were theirs.

Her breath comes faster now, her nipples hardening beneath the confining fabric of her suit. With one final, desperate plea, she whispers, "Wouldn't you like to touch me? Taste me?" Her fingers slide along the window frame, mimicking the caresses they long to give her body.

Her words are punctuated by heavy breaths, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she leans closer to the window. Her body trembles with need and desire, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. "Just imagine what it would feel like," she whispers huskily, her fingers trailing up along the window frame in a feverish rhythm, "to have me completely under your control..."

Her voice drops to a hoarse whisper as she imagines giving herself over to them entirely, surrendering to their every whim. With one last, shuddering breath, she adds, "Wouldn't that be the most incredible thing?" Her eyes flutter closed, and for a moment it's as if she truly believes it might be possible.

Her words are a moan, barely intelligible over the cheers and whistles of the men. She reaches for their hands now, grasping at anything that touches her skin, desperate for contact, even though she knows it's only through the glass. "Please," she whispers, arching further back until she's almost lying down on the window sill. "I need this..." Her hips roll sensually against the glass, her legs spread wide in invitation and vulnerability.

The tension inside her is unbearable, a mixture of desire and fear that threatens to consume her entirely. As she looks out at their eager faces, her breath catches in her throat; for just a moment, she feels desired, wanted... like something more than just another body to feed their lusts.

But it's only a fleeting sensation, and soon reality comes crashing down around her once