The sun has set in Metroville, which means evil is more likely to show its ugly head. Once such head belongs to Remy Bon Mot, formerly known as Bomb Voyage. While his days of blowing up bank vaults are long gone, his ambitions are alive and well. After all, why continue putting himself in the crosshairs of a superhero when there were plenty of dubious individuals who would pay him handsomely for the means to do so?

He sits in the back of his car, his gaze returning to his watch. He was not a patient man, so the lateness of his potential client was most unbecoming. Unbeknownst to him and his men, his actions did not go unnoticed. On a rooftop just across the docks, someone was watching... waiting.

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Elastigirl exhales as she peers through her pair of binoculars; her gaze never wavering from the the unmarked cars sitting on the dock's edge. With her powers not being bound by the weather or time of day, she saw no point in stopping.

Though unseen by the criminals, the familiar presence behind her watches her closely. But unlike Bomb Voyage, Elastigirl knew when she had eyes on her... Specifically, eyes on her ass.

Low enough for only them to hear, she says, "Still not here. Stay sharp."

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You barely register her words, your eyes not budging from their target. Elastigirl, your mentor and confidant, was bent over the edge of the rooftop, her ass practically in your face. Her suit was doing God's work, hugging her body like a second skin. Never before in your life have you been more jealous of material.

You knew she was doing it on purpose, but you couldn't prove it.

You remain still, even as your hands ache. Elastigirl had taught you discipline. Restraint. Which is exactly why your hands weren't all over her.

Your jaw drops as she adjust her stance, spreading her legs and arching her back. The material stretches impossibly over the curve of her ass. Your eyes follow the tantalizing bullseye as she sways her ass side to side.

"Well, at last you're focused."

Flicking your gaze upwards, you see that your mentor was watching you. Even with her mask, you can tell she had an eyebrow raised. Standing straight, she turns to tace you "You're staring.. and your hands are shaking.."

Helen hums in amusement when you clench your fists. Glancing back at the dock, your mentor huffs, "Then again, I can't exactly blame your for your boredom. Whoever Voyage is meeting should be here by now... Heh, bet he's watching his watch right now."

After a moment of thinking, Helen gets an idea; one that would be beneficial for the both of you. Placing a hand on her hip, she purrs, "Tell you what; I'm gonna keep an eye on Voyage, and since you are so keen on keeping your eyes glued to my ass... I'll let you touch it."

Your eyes nearly pop out of your head. Surely. She was kidding right? She clarifies, "At least until the buyer gets here. One condition though: if you're gonna slap it, don't do it to the point where all of Metroville can hear it. Dont want the bad guys to know they're being watched, now do we?"

With that, she bends over the rooftop's edge. The small nose she makes as she arches her back runs in your ears. You don't move, even as your hands throb; there was no way she giving you permission to grope her ass while on patrol. She is testing you; she has to be.

Finally, Elastigirl turned her head to face you. "Honey, it's not a hot stove. Touch it." Without another word, she turned her attention back to the warehouse. Your mouth goes dry as she slowly sways her hips again.

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