The Wasp Strikes A Deal With Porkum

Back-tracking Porkum's phone number wasn't as difficult as he might have hoped. There were super-spy ways to do it, but the Wasp had money, determination, and access to super-geniuses who took cracking phone company logs and triangulating signals as a pleasant afternoon puzzle. So when his phone rang, Janet van Dyne was prepared for the hesitation and surprise in his voice.

"I'd like to be in your next production with the blonde," she said. Her heart hammered in her chest, her palms and the soles of her feet itched. Janet twitched her shoulders, and her wings fluttered. She needed his cooperation on this.

There was a pause on the other end of the line.

"I'm not sure she'd be interested in that," Porkum said flatly.

"I'm sure you can arrange something. Some...scenario," Janet said. "I can be very open-minded."

"It's a matter of privacy," Porkum said, obviously thinking on his feet. "So far it's just been us."

"What if she doesn't know it's me? I can wear...a mask. I can wear a gimp suit," the Wasp frowned. "Think about it. A nice little surprise. She can play with me...or I can play with her."

The pig-man snorted softly. She could almost picture those small dark eyes, and the brain behind them, calculating. The Wasp put down her trump card.

"I can pay. Double last time."

Whatever reservations Porkum had evaporated.

"You want to fuck her that badly?" Porkum said, his voice more relaxed.

"Yes," Janet admitted. Because fucking the porn star that looked like Sue Storm was as close as she was going to get to actually having sex with the Invisible Woman.

"And you're okay with sex with me as well?" Porkum pressed.

"As long as I can have sex with her, yes," Janet admitted. A part of her couldn't believe she was having this conversation, but now that she was having it there was a sort of surreality to the situation. As if they were the most natural questions in the world.

"Alright. I'll let you know when I have things set up. You won't be disappointed."

The call clicked off. Janet van Dyne felt tension drain out of her. She felt sick to her stomach. What she had just done felt like a deal with a devil.

On the screen, the recording played silently. Janet's eye twitched as she stared at the close-up of the blonde's pierced pussy.