Mary Jane squealed as she was dragged off by security after trying to force her way through a line to get Spider-Man to sign her boobs.
"Lemme go! Lemme go! I have to see Spidey! We're gonna get married!"
She yelped as she was thrown out of the building.
"And stay out!"
"FUCKERS! FUCKING FUCKERS!" Mary Jane stamped her foot as she shrieked at the locked door. "LEMME IN! SPIDEY! CAN YOU HEAR ME? I LOVE YOU! I WANNA MAKE YOUR BABIES! THOSE CUNTS TOTALLY AREN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU!"
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"Quit daydreaming and get to work!"
Storm blinked. "What?"
"I said get to work, bitch!"
She staggered away, holding a large tray in her hand on which was a bottle of wine and several glasses. Storm was dressed in a ridiculous tight frilly uniform, basically lingerie.
She looked around. She was basically at some gentleman's club, men in suits at the various tables, served by scantily-clad women. This was--
"Miss, I believe those drinks are for us."
Storm's high-heels clicked as she hurried over to the table, realizing she was in the Hellfire Club!