Gigi Gardner squeaked as the rest of the Wrecking Crew converged around her. All those big, powerful savage men, all grinning as they imagined turning the tables on their former enemy.
"Ummm, what'cha gonna do?" Gigi asked, blushing as she stared at all of them with her big sexy eyes.
"What you think, bitch? Gonna fuck you five ways to Sunday!"
"I'm boss, I'm calling the mouth," the Wrecker growled. "I want to look down into the slut's eyes as we fuck her good."
Large rough hands grabbed Gigi all over and pushed her down on her back....
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Peter Parker stalked out of J. Jonah Jameson's office after receiving yet another tongue-lashing from his boss. How could any man be so infuriating! So biased, petty, and tight-fisted! Those photos had been worth at least three times that much!
God, he'd never known anyone less willing to part with money. What did he spend it all on? Did he have some mistress? Even if he did, he was probably cheap with her, not --
Shower her with jewels and furs and pretty clothes....
Peter Parker blinked. Where did that come from? That image of hanging on Jonah's arm like some trophy, in an outfit more expensive than his rent! He staggered back. He was dizzy. Must be working too hard.
Peter staggered into the washroom, not realizing it was the woman's washroom and splashed cold water on his face, his mind flowing back and forth between Peter Parker and Parker Jameson, Jonah's pouty new trophy wife....
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