Pay seven-figures for the biggest dick in Gotham City

Aaron raised a brow. "Oh?"

"Seven figures a week," she said. "That will be enough for your cock, right? I'll…I'll give you my number. I'll give you any amount of money. Please…please just fuck me," Tanya whimpered.

"Seven figures? How about seven million per session?" Aaron suggested. To act as a meat stick, that sounded fair. Tanya glowered and nodded excitedly.

"Yes, yes! Seven million! We have a deal!?"

"Sure. You already have my number. Text me whenever your husband doesn't pay you enough attention. I'll be there."

Aaron maintained a neutral, satisfied façade but on the inside he was elated. Absolutely brimming with ideas and joy.

'Seven million per session!? That might be a drop of a bucket for Wayne and Fox but for me that's life changing! I can help the Robins, I can get whatever the hell I want!' Aaron strolled through the halls of the building with a skip in his step. 'Obviously I'll have to be careful. Create a separate deposit account for her to put the money in. That way, nobody can trace our affair.'

Aaron wasn't a materialistic person. He was fine with his small apartment, his games, his television, and his small collection of plushies, but that didn't mean he didn't want more. With seven million, he could buy whatever plushies he wanted, pay for whatever fancy dinner and food he desired, and so much more.

If it wasn't for a certain voice, he might have gotten lost in the halls simply thinking of the possibilities.