Peter managed to get into the elevator to the Editor's floor. Stepping out the secretary at Jameson's office waved for him to go right in and snapped her fingers for him to rush. Jameson must be in a foul mood again. Peter knew he was in for a tongue lashing.
"Parker! What have you got?" a woman shouted at him.
Pater stopped and gaped at the MILF. It was like J. J. Jameson turned into his porn star sister! Man was she dressed like a porn star! Pin-strip micro mini-skirt, button shirt that barely counted as a bra and a pin strip vest that looked more like a corset.
"Where are those pictures you promised me?" J. Joan. Jameson shouted, "Hand them over now!"
Peter held out the folder with the picture printouts and the SD card from last night. Jameson snatched them from Peter's hand and started looking over them.
"Crap, crap, crap!" Jameson shouted, she slapped them on the table and stood up, "Any bimbo cheerleader with a cell phone could have grabbed these! Parker if I told you once I have told you a million time! The readers of the Daily Bugle want Spiderman, mask off and pants down! Do you understand?"
"Yes..." Peter started to sigh then stopped, "What? I don't think we can publish those kinds of shots in a news paper Mrs. Jameson!"
"Hush boy!" Jameson shouted, "If I wanted you to wave your tongue around I would have told you to eat me out already!"
Jameson got up and sat on the front edge of her desk and pulled out a cigar, she seemed lost in thought for a second while she starred at Peter. Peter only felt more nervous.
"Stick out your tongue Parker," Jameson said quietly.
"What?" Peter balked.
"I said stick your tongue out!" Jameson barked.
Peter did as ordered.
"Lick my clit Parker!" Jameson ordered.
"What?" Parker was stunned.
"I said lick my clit Parker!" Jameson ordered as she hiked up her skirt.