Peter Parker couldn't believe his eyes. He'd been offered two thousand dollars to record a three-minute exercise at-home video with She-Hulk. He'd been staring at the email for the last ten minutes. He thought it seemed odd for a superhero to create a workout video, but to do it with a co-worker he had a crush on made that feeling disappear. Well, one of the co-workers he had a crush on anyway. There was, of course, Black Widow. The curvy blonde on the Fantastic Four. Carol Danvers. He'd be lying if he said he didn't like how Pepper Potts smiled at him.
But something about She-Hulk turned him on more than any other woman on his list of crushes. That deep green skin, those perfect feminine features on that tall, shredded body. He especially loved when she was dressed professionally. Her messy black hair with a slight green tint tied back neatly into a bun, the glasses, and to top it all off, that body hidden underneath a blouse and a suit jacket.
Peter's cock stirred at the thought of seeing She-Hulk in tight workout gear. However, it was probably no different than what she usually wore when she wasn't working. The location of the video shoot was some random unmarked building in Queens. Peter didn't want to overthink it. If they did talk casually, he'd ask her out, and if they just recorded the video, he'd collect his cash and go home. It was enough for a few frozen meals and rent.
It was good money for Peter Parker.
*
"What the hell is this pay, Jerry?!" Jennifer Walters shouted at her manager across the desk. Superheroes having PR teams and managers used to be about having someone with a friendly smile do all the talking when something crazy happened. Now every hero found themselves getting asked to do some commercial, endorsement, or even a goddamned boxercise video with some other guy in spandex.
"Look, Jen, this is a good look for you. You and the Spider guy have... nice bodies." Jerry said sheepishly.
"Do you want to record him stretching or me?" Jen asked.
"I'm just saying, if the people see a fit and attractive male and female superhero working out, it'll be inspiring." Jerry said.
"I want more money." Jenn demanded.
"Twenty five grand is plenty! It's only three minutes! You'll get ninety-five percent of the profits!" Jerry said.
"Fine. Do we have to follow any specific instructions?" Jenn straightened the collar of her suit jacket.
"We were told you two had to just workout on camera. Y'know just exercise."
"I don't have to exercise. I doubt Spider-Man has to."
"Just pretend! Jen this is good for your public image! Don't you want to be more of an inspiration than you already are?" Jerry quickly ran his hands through his slick back black hair.
"Fine. I'll do the shitty video for the shitty money." Jen huffed.
"Great, just sign here." Jeff pointed at the dotted line. Jen signed the paper.
"What time am I supposed to be there?"
"Four PM. Call me when you're done."
Jen sat back down in the chair. She didn't dislike Spider-Man. She didn't know enough about him. She always saw him as a spindly guy in a full-face mask. She figured he was hiding a hideous facial deformity or just horrible acne. It didn't matter to her. She'd get her money and probably end up spending it on her house renovations.
*
Peter was lucky he didn't need to wear any workout clothes. The email stated he could shoot the video in his regular suit. All he had to do was run it through the washing machine and swing down the street. Spider-Man opened the front door and found that the place was a lot cleaner than he expected. It was more of a glossed-up dance studio with mirrors that lined the walls. A small camera on top of a tripod sat in the corner of the room. Spider-Man sat on the floor, waiting for She-Hulk to arrive. He looked up at the clock towards the ceiling; it read 4:24PM.
After another ten minutes, She-Hulk finally entered the building. Spider-Man was star-struck. She was wearing a baby blue sports bra that just barely contained her ridiculously huge breasts, a black skin-tight pair of yoga shorts, and baby blue Nike shoes with a light pink checkmark and outline. The strap of her bag sat in between her tits.
"Spider-Man." Jen outstretched her hand.
"She-Hulk?" Spider-Man shook her hand. "Or Ms. Walters? What should I call you?"
"Just call me Jen." She laughed at his awkward introduction. Spider-Man realized she had a cute smile; she seemed more approachable than he initially thought she would be.
"Sorry for being late, first I had to find appropriate clothes for this, then I had to wash them and you know how it is trying to wash clothes in a public laundromat, especially when everyone is asking for autographs and pictures, then I needed gas." Jen explained.
"Yeah every now and again I have to wash this suit in private. Gotta go in at 3AM when nobody's around." Spider-Man said. He tried to maintain eye contact with a woman who stood 6'7 inches tall.
"Yup. That's life," Jen walked over to the tripod while tying her hair back into a long ponytail. Spider-Man watched her giant ass sway with every step. "So what are you thinking?"
"Huh?" Spider-Man almost started drooling in his mask.
"The workout routine." Jen laughed before dropping her bag and turning around.
"Oh right, well I was thinking we start with some stretches and then um..." Spider-Man trailed off as he noticed her nipples poking through the thin fabric of her top.
"You okay?" Jen asked. She noticed his eyes dart down to her chest and back up to her eyes.
"I'm fine, I'm just thinking." Spider-Man lied, and he knew that she was onto him. Her lips were curling into a slight smirk.
"It's not that kind of video Spider-Man," Jen teased. "Not yet anyway..." She mumbled under her breath after turning around to start up the camera.
"You don't want to start a workout with stretching, I say we start with some breathing and arm rotations and then some calisthenics and then we finish it with stretches. Does that work for you?"
"Yeah that's fine." Spider-Man replied.
"Great, do you want to be in the front or behind?"
"What?"
"Do you want to be closer to the camera or do you want me to be closer to the camera?" Jen couldn't hold her smile in.
"I'll be in the back." Spider-Man said.
"Nice, all the men at home get a nice view of my cleavage." Jen joked. Spider-Man let out an awkward laugh as he moved behind her to try to hide his rising erection.
"I'm going to be honest, Spider-Man. I don't really know what to say when we start." Jen snuck a quick glance at the imprint in his suit.
"Just say something positive to the people. Something that'll get their confidence up for a good workout." Spider-Man explained.
"I'll try," Jen said before pressing the button to start the recording.
"Hello New York! Are you ready to get pumped at home?! It's me, The Sensational She-Hulk and my partner for this workout, The Amazing Spider-Man! We are going to start with some easy arm rotations and breathing exercises!" Jen then stopped talking.
"Why'd you stop?" Spider-Man asked.
"Two reasons," Jen approached Spider-Man, towering over him. "You were staring at my ass the entire time. While I am flattered this is supposed to be family-friendly. I kept looking into the mirror to see that little tormentor down there poking through your suit. If we're going to do this we obviously need to blow off some steam."
"You're not saying what I think you're saying?" Spider-Man responded. He cringed on the inside at his attempt to play dumb. Jen grabbed Spider-Man's mask and pulled it up to the bridge of his nose. Peter's tongue got caught in his throat. Jen gently kissed his slightly stubbled chin before pushing him to the ground.
"Why do you think the readers tuned into this? To see us flirt our way through some silly little exercise and wait an entire page for the goods? No. There hasn't even been an action scene." She-Hulk kicked off her shoes and slid her pants down her legs, moving both articles of clothing to the side.
