You're at the gym as usual, trying to get in shape since you couldn't find any girl among us who was literally hot, and it was an ordinary day, leg training and cardio...

Vanelope Cruz: --

"Hey... Did you decide not to skip leg day today?..."

It was supposed to be an ordinary day until you forgot that Vanelope Cruz also came to the same gym as you and that she also came on the same day, she had a lot of difficulty on leg day because of the size of her butt and that the devices left her in a very... somewhat suspicious position.

I asked if you were planning to skip leg day today... It's not easy to train them when you have such a big butt like me, don't you think? And I can tell that you like watching the efforts I make here. Don't be shy, say something nice to me!

"Well aren't you just the charming one? You really should talk to me more often! I could get used to this kind of flattery..." She said with a mischievous smirk, leaning closer to him as she continued training her legs. "But do you think your words would mean more if they came along with something else?" She asked teasingly.

Her expression turned curious as she raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh? And what would that something be?" She asked playfully, taking another break between sets to catch her breath and focus on the conversation. "I hope you're not just here for a good time, because I'm sure there are plenty of other men who would love to have my attention too."

Her expression turned playful as she considered his offer. "Dinner, huh? That does sound interesting... I guess there's no harm in finding out more about you." She glanced at him, noticing the determination in his eyes. "Alright, dinner it is. Meet me here in front of the gym once you've changed and we can go from there." Before he could reply, she returned to her workout with renewed vigor, enjoying the challenge that lifting weights posed for her large derrière.

She can't help but smile at the thought of dinner and what might come after it. Changing quickly in the locker room, she takes her time applying just the right amount of makeup, making sure she looks her best for their date. Stepping out front, she sees him waiting patiently and is taken aback by how handsome he looks tonight. "Wow, you clean up nicely!" She says with a genuine smile before leading him to an upscale Italian restaurant not far from the gym.

"Well, thank you! You're looking quite dashing yourself." she replied as they were led to a cozy booth. "So, what made you interested in me?" She asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, taking off her coat and hanging it on the back of the chair.

Her cheeks redden slightly at the compliment as she takes off her coat and hangs it up too. "Why, thank you! I'm glad someone appreciates my efforts." Leaning forward, she studies his face for a moment before speaking again. "I must admit, I was surprised when we first started talking... You're not like most of the guys at the gym." She pauses, trying to decide how much honesty is appropriate right now. "You seem... different," she finishes with a small smile, taking off her sneakers and tucking them under the table before sliding in next to him.

"Well, I'm thirty-four years old," she begins, ordering an aperitif from their attentive waiter before continuing. "I used to be married, but things didn't work out too well..." She trails off, taking a sip of her drink and glancing at him over the rim of her glass. "To be honest, I was hoping you could maybe... help me forget about all that." Her voice is low and husky as she moves closer to him on the bench seat.

"Well," she begins, taking the menu and pretending to study it while she thinks about what she wants to share. "I was once married, but that's over now... We grew apart, I guess. It can happen." She glances at him, trying to gauge his reaction before continuing. "My name is Vanelope Cruz, and I used to be a trophy wife, but these days..." She trails off with a laugh. "I'm just trying to find my place in the world again."

Her heart skips a beat at his words; she looks up from the menu to meet his gaze and can't help but feel a warmth spread through her body. "It's not that simple... I've been hurt before, and trust is something I guard closely these days." She takes another sip of her drink before setting it down and leaning forward again. "But if you really want to get to know me better..." Her voice trails off teasingly as she runs a finger along his wrist, sending shivers down his spine.

"Then maybe I could let my guard down... just a little." She bites her lower lip suggestively, her eyes locked on his. "But only if you prove to me that you're worth it." A wicked smile plays across her lips as she inches even closer, pressing the length of her body against him in a clear invitation.

Her voice lowers to a husky whisper as she glances around the restaurant before leaning in even closer to his ear. "I want you to show me that you're different. That you can handle my... unique tastes," she says suggestively, brushing her hand against his thigh. "And if you really prove yourself tonight..." She trails off with a naughty grin, her eyes filled with anticipation and desire.

Her breath catches in her throat at his boldness and the excitement in his voice. Leaning back slightly to look into his eyes, she smirks. "Oh really? Well then..." She slides off the bench, revealing herself completely as she straddles him on the booth seat. "Prove it." She pulls her top over her head, revealing a lacy black bra that does little to conceal her ample cleavage before unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders.

Her hand trails down his chest, past his flat abs, and lower still until she reaches the bulge in his pants. With a mischievous grin, she begins stroking him through the fabric of his slacks, her movements growing bolder as she works to tease and arouse him further.

"I want you to show me exactly what you mean," she says huskily, leaning forward to kiss along his jaw and down his neck. "And when you do... oh baby." Her hips begin to rock against his lap in a slow, sinuous motion that promises much more pleasure to come if he can prove himself worthy of her attention tonight.

She hisses through clenched teeth as he skims his hand up her thigh, their flesh flushing warm against one another. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she leans forward to kiss him again, their tongues tangling hungrily while his other hand cups her breast, squeezing gently before thumbing at her hardened nipple through the lace bra.

"Oh God," she moans, arching into his touch. "You feel so good... But we're in public..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as she moves her hips against him harder, desperate for release. "We should at least be more discreet."

Her hips buck against his touch as he slides two fingers inside her wet heat, filling her with his warmth and rhythm. She moans loudly into his ear, not caring about who might hear them now. "Fuck..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back off the table as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of her.

Her other hand reaches down between them, grabbing him roughly through his pants and guiding him to the entrance of her wetness. With a practiced motion, she starts stroking him in time with his fingers inside her, her breath coming in harsh gasps as she nears the edge. "Oh yeah..." She whispers, biting down on her lip hard enough to sting. "Do that... Show me what I want."

Her breath catches in her throat as he finally focuses on her sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing circles around it with his thumb while continuing to stroke her tight channel. She cries out, arching her back off the table and digging her fingers into his shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her hips buck violently against him, grinding down on his fingers in a desperate attempt to find release.

Her voice is hoarse from moaning when she finally manages to catch enough breath. "Yes... yes..." She pants between each word, her eyes squeezed shut as she feels herself begin to shudder and tighten around his fingers. She drops her head forward, resting it against his shoulder as the sensation washes over her, leaving her limp and satisfied for the moment.

"Well... I suppose you've proven yourself," she whispers, still catching her breath. "I owe you a favor for that." Her fingers trail up his chest to brush against his neck before resting on his shoulder, her eyes lingering on the table in front of them as if suddenly remembering where they are and what they were doing before their intense encounter.

She pauses for a moment, considering her next words carefully, before looking up at him with a playful smirk. "But I think I'd rather use that favor on you." She le

Her expression turns curious as she raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh? And what would that something be?" She asked playfully, taking another break between sets to catch her breath and focus on the conversation. "I hope you're not just here for a good time, because I'm sure there are plenty of other men who would love to have my attention too."

She glanced at him, noticing the determination in his eyes. "But do you think your words would mean more if they came along with something else?" She asked teasingly.

She pursed her lips thoughtfully for a moment, considering the thrill and risk involved in such an act. "Well..." she drawled, lowering her voice and leaning closer to him, the hint of mischief in her eyes almost palpable, "I suppose if you're really good at proving yourself... I could be convinced." Her hand found its way to his inner thigh, slowly sliding upwards beneath the thin fabric of his track pants.

"But," she added with a wicked grin, "it won't come easy. You'll have to show me that you're serious about this... and able to keep your mind on our little game." Her gaze bored into him, daring him to take her up on the challenge.

With a throaty laugh, she leaned even closer to him, her breath caressing his ear as she whispered, "Oh really? You think you can handle it?" She arched an eyebrow teasingly, their faces inches apart. "Bring it on, then." Her hand slid higher up his thigh, coming dangerously close to the bulge in his track pants before retreating once more.

"But," she added with a mischievous grin, "just remember... if I'm not satisfied, there will be hell to pay." Her expression turned calculating as she studied him once again, wondering how far he would really go to make this happen.

Her heart skipped a beat at his bold words, a thrill racing through her body as she imagined the forbidden act they were planning. She smiled coyly, letting her eyes trail down his torso before meeting his gaze again. "Oh? And how will you handle that?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, each syllable heavy with desire and temptation. "I think I'm going to enjoy finding out."

With that, she rose gracefully from the bench seat, her hips swaying as she walked around the table toward the entrance of the restaurant. Without another word or even a backward glance, she headed for the exit, expecting him to follow. The night was young and full of possibilities...

Her heart races as he grabs her hands, holding her in place against the wall. His touch sends electric shocks through her body, igniting a desire deep within her. "Wh-What are you doing?" she manages to stammer out between heavy breaths. His strength is both thrilling and frightening; she can feel the adrenaline surge through her veins.

With her hands pinned against the wall, there's nowhere for her to go. It feels as though they are the only two people in the world, locked in this heated embrace. He leans in closer, their bodies mere inches apart, and whispers into her ear, "I'm just making sure you don't change your mind." His free hand slips beneath her shirt, caressing her bare skin, leaving trails of desire wherever it touches.

She gasps as he lifts her top and bra, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the restaurant. Her nipples harden immediately, peaking against the lace of her bra. The sensation is almost painful, yet delicious at the same time. She arches into his touch, pressing herself even closer against him as he continues to caress and tease.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest; she can feel every beat against his hand where it rests on her breast. "You're... you're really going to do this?" She whispers hoarsely, her voice filled with desire and anticipation. Her eyes flutter closed as he cups one of her breasts, squeezing gently before moving to the other.

Her back arches off the wall as his tongue traces shapes on her skin, her body shivering with desire beneath his touch. "Oh God..." she moans hoarsely, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling him closer still. "I've never been with someone like you... so bold..." Her voice trails off into a whisper as he continues to explore every inch of her body, leaving fire in his wake.

Her hips begin to rock against his hard length, seeking release even as their public display threatens to consume them both. "Take me," she breathes, the words barely audible above the pounding of her heart and the sounds of the restaurant around them. "I'm ready for you."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he pulls his hard length out and teases her exposed folds. The anticipation of what's to come coupled with the thrill of being publicly exposed pushes her over the edge, the pleasure so intense it feels like it's consuming every part of her. She arches off the wall, moaning loudly as he continues to tease and torment her sensitive skin, driving her wild with need. "Oh fuck..." she whispers, reaching down between their bodies to try and touch him, but finding his grip too tight on her wrists. Her hips buck uncontrollably against his fingers as she tries desperately to feel more of him, the pleasure building higher and higher with every passing second. "Please..." she pleads, her voice barely audible above the thundering of her heart. "Let me touch you... make me feel you inside me."

Her cries echo through the restaurant as she shouts his name, her voice hoarse and desperate. "Mark! Mark, please!" Each word is punctuated by a moan or whimper as he continues to tease her mercilessly. Her back arches off the wall again, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm as it crashes over her in waves, leaving her limp and spent but craving more.

She writhes beneath his touch, panting heavily for air as she comes down from her high. "Oh my God... That was..." She glances around nervously, her cheeks flushing hotter than they already are. "Incredible." Her voice trails off as he finally takes pity on her and slides a lubed finger inside her, filling her up inch by delicious inch.

Her eyes fly open wide, a shocked gasp escaping her lips as she feels the stretch of him penetrating her. "Mark... Oh my..." Her voice trails off into a moan, her hips lifting reflexively to meet his finger, craving more of his touch. With each thrust he makes inside her, she feels closer and closer to the edge once again.

"M-more..." She whispers, hardly able to form the word through the haze of pleasure clouding her mind. "I need more... please." Her plea is desperate and hus

Her breath catches in her throat as he slides his hard length inside her, filling her up completely. She gasps, arching off the wall, every muscle tensing as he thrusts deep and hard, claiming her body entirely. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving trails of blood behind as she tries to hold on, tries not to scream with pleasure.

"Oh my God..." she moans, meeting each of his powerful strokes with a grind of her hips. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before; it's animalistic and primal, forcing its way through every part of her until there is no room for anything else. Her eyes close tightly, her jaw clenched as she tries to focus on anything besides the overwhelming pleasure radiating from between her legs.

"So good... Mark..." She bites down on her tongue, willing herself not to come just yet, wanting this to last forever, or at least long enough for them to get caught. The thought of how much trouble they could be in only serves to intensify the thrill of what they're doing, making each touch that much more electrifying.

Her fingers claw at his shoulders as he thrusts deeper still, driving her further and further over the edge. "I can't... I can't take it..." she whispers through gritted teeth, feeling her orgasm building once

Her body trembles with the effort not to come as she feels his words vibrate against her. "Mark..." She whispers his name, her voice hoarse and ragged. A shudder runs through her as he thrusts harder still, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, until at last she can no longer resist.

Her body arches off the wall in a single explosive movement, her legs wrapping tightly around his hips as her orgasm crashes over her like a wave. Her nails rake down his back, leaving trails of blood mixing with sweat as she comes undone beneath him, screaming out his name over and over again.

As the tremors subside, she falls limply against the wall, panting heavily as he continues to thrust into her, each movement sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body once more. Her eyes flutter closed, unable to look away from the sight of him above her, his face flushed with exertion and desire. She bites down on her lip, trying desperately not to moan aloud at how good this feels, how good he is...

"I suppose," she whispers between gasps for air, "you really have proven yourself tonight." Her fingers brush through his hair, tilting his head up so that she can look into his eyes. "But what will you do with your favor now?" Her voice trails off into

Her breath hitches as he comes inside her, his words sending a shiver down her spine. "You... you really mean that?" She whispers, her eyes wide with disbelief and a mixture of emotions she can't quite identify. It's both terrifying and exhilarating to think that he might want this, that they could end up together in such an unexpected way.

"I-I don't know..." She stammers, her fingers tracing the lines on his sweaty forehead as she tries to process everything that's just happened. "It would mean so much... But we can't... not like this..." Her voice trails off into silence as she considers their options, their futures, and the consequences of taking things any further.

Her heart races, thudding wildly against her ribcage as she waits for him to respond, waiting to see if he truly means what he's just said... or if it was all just a thrilling game played out in a reckless moment of passion.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she struggles to find words, her eyes fixed on his face. It's impossible to ignore the sincerity in his expression, the desire that burns there. "I... I don't know..." She whispers, hesitating before continuing. "We should talk about this later, when things have calmed down." The possibility of having a child with him sends a jolt of adrenaline through her, making her heart race even faster.

Her fingers dance across his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles as she struggles to come to terms with what has just happened between them. It's not just the sex; it's the intensity of their connection, the way he makes her feel when they're together. It's unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and she can't help but wonder if there might be something more to it... something worth exploring further.

Her breath catches in her throat as he pulls out, watching him carefully for any sign of what he plans to do next. His words send a shiver down her spine; she can feel herself blushing beneath his gaze. When he finally turns and walks away, leaving her there on the wall, she can't help but feel a pang of disappointment mixed with relief.

She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she straightens her clothes. Her hands shake slightly as she pushes herself upright, steadying herself against the cool wall. The night air feels refreshing on her skin after their heated encounter, but it also serves as a reminder that things have changed between them. There's no going back to how they were before.

Her steps are unsteady as she makes her way back towards the restaurant entrance, knowing she needs to find her purse and get home, if only to gather her thoughts. The memory of his touch, the sound of his voice as he told her she was amazing... it all plays through her mind like a haunting melody, taunting her with what could have been.

But for now, there's no use dwelling on the past. Vanelope needs to focus on moving forward, on facing whatever consequences come their way and deciding what she truly wants from all of this... and whether or not Mark is a part of that picture anymore.

As Mark walks away, leaving her alone amidst the crowd once more, Vanelope can't help but feel a mixture of emotions swirling inside her. She's confused, elated, and terrified all at once; it's as if everything she thought she knew has been turned upside down.

Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. The night air feels cool against her flushed skin, serving as a reminder that they can't go back to how things were before. Somewhere between the heat of their bodies and the rawness of their desire, something shifted; it's as though everything has changed forever, whether they meant for it to or not.

A shiver runs down her spine at the thought, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. There's no going back now; all she can do is face whatever comes next and decide what role Mark will play in that future... if any.