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Johnny Storm moaned and rubbed his forehead as he slowly opened his eyes. He was so hungover and his head was killing him.
Beside him on the bed slept the supermodel whose name he couldn't remember. Her phone was ringing, the ringtone was Shania Twain's "Man! I feel like a woman!"
"The girls need a break-tonight we're gonna take
The chance to get out on the town
We don't need romance-we only wanna dance
We're gonna let our hair hang down
The best thing about being a woman
Is the prerogative to have a little fun."
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As the lucky businessman sucked one of Susan's big, fat nipples, she dialed Namor's number.
"MMmm, hello, Namor, how are you?" she purred. "I really need to talk to you. Could you come over?"
She glanced down at her new fuckslave. Susan would probably have the businessman sign over most of his money to her and then maybe keep him leashed and in a cage. Just a conversation piece.
But Namor, he would be a lot more fun....
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Johnny Storm moaned as the song continued, filling him with all sorts of lovely images: dancing, shopping, making out with hunky studs....
"Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy-forget I'm a lady
Men's shirts-short skirts
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild-yeah, doin' it in style
Oh, oh, oh, get in the action-feel the attraction
Color my hair-do what I dare
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free-yeah, to feel the way I feel
Man! I feel like a woman!"
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