She-Hulk: Old-Ass Rivals

“I’ll show you to your office,” Mallory Book said, leading the way and most definitely enjoying having her old rival now under her as an employee. She swayed her toned ass as she went, also enjoying taunting Jen with buns that didn’t need gamma radiation to be firm as steel.

She opened the door and went inside. “I’ll warn you now: I wasn’t planning on hiring another attorney, especially one of your… stature… so I hope you like it cozy.”

Jen followed her in. “That’s fine. I was already used to how short the doorways—what are you doing?”

Mallory had undone her skirt, letting it fall down her legs to expose her heart-shaped ass. Jen could only stare in disbelief at the tiny thong that was the only thing Mallory wore from her waist to her heels. All around it, the flesh of Mallory’s ass was creamy and tan, absolutely succulent, as richly inviting as chocolate in the window of a candy shop.

“What do you mean, what am I doing?” Mallory asked, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

Jen shook her head. Mallory was fully dressed now, with no indication of the preening she’d been doing with only that thong on.

“What are you doing… for water? Do you have a water cooler, water fountain, just a faucet in the breakroom?”

Mallory smiled condescendingly at her. “You’re a smart girl. You’ll figure it out. This is your office, by the way. Not a janitor’s closet. Sorry about the lack of windows, but I’m betting it’s only a matter of time before someone punches through the wall. You can put in a window then.”

“I hope not,” Jen lied. A janitor’s closet would probably have more space—she’d hooked up in enough of them to know—but at least she had her own desk and a chair and it wasn’t a cubicle. “I really appreciate—”

“Don’t!” Mallory interrupted her. “The only reason you’re here is because I don’t want to be facing off against your shenanigans in court. Letting you wreak havoc on behalf of my clients is just the price I have to pay.”

“I… won’t let you down.”

“And I have one part-time assistant. We’ll share him.”

“No prob…” Jen fully intended to finish the word, but surprise forced her to be all too hip.

Mallory was suddenly naked. Not only that, but she spat on her hand before reaching behind herself to lubricate her own asshole—turning to the side so that Jen could see her working while still appreciating the sway of her ample breasts as her hand jostled up and down.

“Don’t expect this to be like all those cushy law jobs you’ve had before.” Even as she spoke, her voice hitching and petering out with her own stimulation, Mallory stayed as no-nonsense as ever. Barely even a smile broke her lips, though she started to pant. “No staff perks here. No expense accounts. I don’t bring in bagels for meetings.”

Down at Mallory’s taut, trim ass, she pushed a finger into the opening. Jen watched in total disbelief as her new boss sodomized herself, finger pressing into the accepting flesh of her sphincter, sinking in like the opening was no more resistant than freshly baked bread.

“Bagels…?” Jen repeated, watching in disbelief as what she’d at first dismissed as the trick of a tired mind went on and on, now letting her see Mallory adding a second finger to her hot little hole’s embrace. The grommet spread wide, the wrinkled pink flesh turning white as it stretched, and Mallory mewled a little with discomfort, but still continued pumping in and out, moans now peppering her heavy breathing.

Mallory laid down on the desk and everything her words withheld, her body provided, hoisting her round ass up into the air as if to make clear it was right there for the taking. One hand held apart her buttocks, showing the pucker of her anus despite how her cheeks shuddered with convulsive pleasure. It was just above her spread pussy, the wetness of which instantly drew Jen’s eyes and stimulated her imagination.

Just think about fucking that tight little asshole, Jen said to herself, her own inner voice a silky purr. Fucking her with a tongue, a finger, maybe even my whole fist… that definitely seems like what Mallory wants for herself.

Jen could feel the green bulging at her crotch, her clit wanting to be as sensitive and as pleasured as it was when she Hulked out. Her muscles were throbbing, her lips moving wordlessly, all of her wanting to be big and fucking and having all the fun she wasn’t right goddamn now.

Mallory pushed another finger into her ass. It was filled so full, but she wasn’t hurting, just moaning, the pain clearly one more facet of her pleasure.

She’s widening it for me, Jen thought to herself. She doesn’t want to be hurt too much when I fuck that hole, but she does want to be hurt. Why else flirt with She-Hulk? A little pain would get her off… she’s opening up already…

Mallory had all four fingers stretching her anus out, but it was taking the four comfortably, like she was well-used to being assfucked. And now Mallory tucked her thumb in with those four fingers and started pressing their funneled shape into her asshole, slowly working her entire fist into that small, small space, but clearly enjoying it more than she was in pain. Jen could see desperation written large on her face. She needed to finish it, needed to get it in, but she didn’t have the will that Jen did, couldn’t force it the way Jen would if she were sodomizing her.

Jen watched with bated breath as Mallory’s sphincter finally started to open that last crucial degree, allowing her entire fist in, but slowly, oh-so-slowly, when all Jen needed to see was Mallory’s asshole closed around her wrist…

“Now go get yourself some clients,” Mallory said, suddenly wearing every stitch of clothing again, and showing no sign of just having been on the verge of an anal orgasm.

She stepped past Jen and closed the door behind her, leaving Jen alone. Without temptation but also without gratification. And Jen knew that if there was something she sorely lacked right now, it was gratification.