Chapter Seven: Wednesday Dance

After Peter retrieved the Margot Robbie look-alike for Hammerhead, Hammerhead instructed his limo driver to head for a place where he liked to keep women who tried to run out on him without paying. The hideout was located in Harlem.

Moments later, the limo pulled up in front of an old apartment complex. It looked like it was abandoned and had possibly caught fire at one point due to several charred marks near the top roof area. Hammerhead then instructed Peter to pick up Margot and carry her inside.

Once inside, Hammerhead walked up to an elevator which had an "Out of Order" sign on it. He then stuck a key in a keyhole, allowing the elevator doors to open. "Get in," he instructed.

With the Margot Robbie look-alike flopped over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, Peter did as he was told and entered the elevator. He was a bit worried about how well the elevator would perform because the building looked like it had been condemned for quite some time. Hammerhead then pushed a button which closed the doors, allowing the elevator to descend to the bottom.

The doors opened, revealing a long hallway with several transparent jail cells. In the cells were other women who must've also tried skipping out on paying Hammerhead. "Follow me," he instructed again.

Peter followed him to a door at the end of the hallway. Hammerhead opened the door, "After you, kid," he said, holding his hand out, gesturing for him to go inside.

Peter walked through the doorway. Inside the room sat a man behind a large desk. Peter couldn't tell what the man looked like because his back was turned.

"You can lay the broad down on the couch to your left," Hammerhead instructed. Then Hammerhead walked up to the desk, "I brought you the Margot Robbie look-alike," he informed the man sitting with his back turned.

When the chair finally spun around, Peter was repulsed at what he saw. The man sitting in the chair had pasty white skin, almost looking like a dead albino. His eyes were bloodshot red and his face looked like it had a permanent scowl on it. "You need to get your women under control," he demanded with his raspy voice. He then looked over at Peter, "Is this the boy that got the other three ladies pregnant?"

Peter could only stand there with his head down, afraid to even look the man's way.

"Yeah, that's him alright," Hammerhead replied.

"He's a little too small to have taken down Buzzsaw, the ashy albino proclaimed."

"What can I say, Tombstone, the kid's got some sorta hidden strength, I guess."

"Tombstone?" Peter thought to himself. "That makes sense."

Tombstone stood up and walked over to Peter. He must have stood at least a foot taller than him. "Look at me, kid," he demanded.

Peter slowly looked up. When he did, Tombstone gave him a menacing grin, revealing several sharply pointed teeth, almost as if he filed them down on purpose to look like shark teeth.

"What's your secret, kid?" Tombstone asked. "You seem to be able to take down some pretty big dudes, and you seem to get pretty ladies to fall in love with you."

Peter didn't know how to respond, he just simply shrugged his shoulders as if to say, he didn't know.

"Hmm… Whatever it is, Hammerhead seems to think you are worth keeping around. And between me and you… you're lucky he does."

Just as Tombstone said that, the door to his office opened up. In walked two beautiful young women. One was white and the other was black, and they were giggling as if one of them had just told a joke.

Hammerhead immediately looked pissed. "How many times have I told you not to come to this building?" he snorted in their direction.

"I'm hanging out with Janice," the white girl responded.

Hammerhead turned and looked at Tombstone, "May I talk to them out in the hallway?" he asked.

Tombstone waved his hand in the air, allowing the three of them to leave the room.

Once they were gone… "Whoa," Peter said. "You guys also have girls who look like Zendaya and Jenna Ortega?"

"Ha!" Tombstone chuckled. "Those aren't girls for hire," he replied. "The one that looks like Zendaya is my daughter. Her name is Janice. The other girl is Hammerhead's daughter. They like to hang out together," he informed Peter. Then he leaned over, putting his face directly in front of Peter's face, "They aren't for you. So keep your damn horny mitts off of them, are you hearing me?"

Peter shook his head up and down. "Yes. Yessir," he replied in a timid nature.

"Good!" Tombstone exclaimed. "Because the last guy who tried hitting on my daughter ended up getting buried in a sand trap at a military testing facility. When the machine turned on and started whirring, the man's body got ground up into little bits and pieces. In fact, the next time you walk on the beach, you might be walking on parts of his body. The last guy who tried hitting on Hammerhead's daughter ended up getting electrocuted so badly that his body completely disintegrated into thin air. In fact, when it happened, half of the city lost power. It was quite disturbing, poor Max didn't even know what hit him."

After Tombstone warned Peter to keep his hands off of their daughters, Hammerhead walked back into the room. "I'm gonna need to get my daughter home," he said to Tombstone.

"I don't think so," Tombstone replied. "We have some business we need to discuss first." Then, Tombstone turned, directing his attention towards Peter. "Send the boy to take her home. He doesn't need to be here for this."

"Hell no! He ain't going anywhere near my daughter Maggie!" Hammerhead exclaimed.

"Don't worry," Tombstone retorted. "I've already given the boy a warning. He knows what might happen to him if he disobeys… Don't you?" he asked Peter.

"Yes, yessir."

"Fine!" Hammerhead blurted. "Tell the limo driver to take her straight home- Straight home, you hear me!?." he boldly reiterated.

As Peter and Maggie entered the limo, Peter sat as far away from her as he could.

"Why are you sitting all the way over there?" Maggie asked. "Oh. I get it. Uncle Toomie had the talk with you, didn't he?"

"Uncle Toomie?" Peter repeated, giving her a strange look.

"Well… He's not my real uncle, but I've known him since I was little. Janice and I have been friends ever since."

"It's crazy," Peter piped up. To think that Hammerhead and Tombstone had daughters that look just like Hollywood actresses is crazy to fathom… You know… seeing what they do for a living and all."

"Oh really?" Maggie retorted. "What actress do I look like?"

Peter realized he might have put his foot in his mouth. "I-I-I thought maybe you resembled Jenna Ortega… a little. You know… The chick that plays-"

"-Wednesday!?" Maggie finished his sentence. "Do you know how sick I am of people telling me that?" she scorned.

"I-I-I'm sorry," Peter quickly apologized. "I said… a little," he tried to minimize.

"Ha!" Maggie laughed. "I'm just fucking witcha! I had you going there for a second!" she confessed. "I don't mind looking like Jenna Ortega. I think she's hot."

Maggie then jumped over to a seat next to Peter. "Hey. Check this out!" she insisted, opening up a secret compartment under one of the seats, the compartment holding a bottle of Vodka.

Peter leaned away from her, noticing the limo driver giving him a mean stare in the rearview mirror.

"Oh. Don't worry about him," Maggie declared. "He's not going to say anything."

"He won't?" Peter asked sheepishly.

"He doesn't want to end up like my last limo driver. I told my daddy that he tried to touch me, and my daddy tied him up to three different semi trucks, and when the semis drove away, it ripped the man into pieces."

(Gulp) Peter swallowed, also noticing the limo driver having a bead of sweat running down his forehead.

Maggie then popped open the bottle of Vodka and took a swig. "Here, take a drink," she insisted. "You don't want me to tell my daddy that you were mean to me, do you?"

Peter shook his head. "No-no. I definitely don't want you to do that." He then took the bottle and had a sip himself. He could instantly feel the burning sensation in his throat and chest area. "Whew! That's some powerful stuff!"

A few minutes later, and a few sips later, the limo pulled up in front of Maggie's house. "Come inside. Check out my place," she said to Peter.

"That's probably not a good idea. I don't want to end up like the sand-man," Peter replied.

"Don't worry," Maggie said, trying to ease the tension. "My dad and Uncle Toomie are having a business meeting. You'll be long gone before they get done."

"Okay. Fine. I'll come inside for a bit," Peter replied, stepping out of the vehicle.

Once inside, Maggie turned on the radio and turned up the volume. "I love this song!" she exclaimed, the radio playing the song "Toxic" by Brittney Spears, Maggie starting to dance to the beat. "Come dance with me," she said.

"Oh no. I don't dance. I have two left feet," Peter declared. "Plus, I think you might have had a bit too much to drink," he added.

"Don't be such a party pooper," she retorted.

Then her facial expression turned serious, almost sinister, her eyes wide open without blinking, staring a hole through Peter. "Do you recognize this dance?" she asked.

She threw her hands in the air and tilted her head back and forth. She then turned around, taking a few steps in the opposite direction. When she turned around her eyes were still wide open, not a single blink. She then started flailing her arms up and down, bobbing her head with the motion.

Peter instantly recognized the dance moves. She was performing the same famous dance routine Jenna Ortega did on the television series Wednesday.

Maggie then moved in closer to him, grabbed his hand, and insisted that he joined in.

At first, Peter was hesitant, but he could tell she wasn't taking no for an answer. That's when he started flailing his arms about and moving back and forth. The two of them smiled because of how goofy they were acting.

After a couple minutes of dancing, Peter began sweating. "Whew!" Peter said, tilting his head back, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve. When he looked back down, Maggie wasn't standing in front of him anymore.

Suddenly, he felt a hand come up his leg from behind him. When he turned his head and looked down, Maggie was on her knees, her hand traveling up towards his crotch. She then grabbed hold of his bulge and squeezed, causing Peter to wince a little.

In a quick, forceful move, Maggie spun Peter around, her face now a few inches away from his bulge. She then slowly proceeded to unzip his pants, her eyes still showing the same blinkless expression as her Wednesday dance.

Despite Peter fearing the outcome of what would happen if he allowed her actions to continue, he couldn't help but embrace her touch. His hormones were too powerful to stop it.

Maggie proceeded to pull Peter's huge cock out of his pants, her mouth now as wide open as her eyes. She then began softly massaging it, allowing it to grow bigger in her hands, until it was fully hard and throbbing.

Still staring up into Peter's eyes, she put her mouth on the tip of his penis, not blinking as she began bobbing her head up and down.

Peter was in awe as he could feel the insides of her cheeks, her mouth watering to keep the shaft lubricated.

While Maggie sucked, Peter reached down and pulled her top off, the shirt now hanging on his cock like a clothesline because Maggie refused to remove her lips, continuing to suck faster and faster.

Suddenly, Peter had a weird feeling that somebody was watching them. And he was right. Janice had decided to make her way to Maggie's house shortly after the two of them left in the limo. However, Janice didn't try walking in on them. Instead, she decided to peek through the doorway and enjoy the show. In fact, she was enjoying it so much that she began feeling herself up. First she started caressing her own tits, then she moved one of her hands down to her clit and started rubbing it.

Meanwhile, Maggie and Peter had made their way over to the couch, Maggie now fully naked, sitting on top of Peter's face, allowing him to eat her out while she continued sucking his dick.

Peter was eating her out so good that Maggie could barely suck, his penis basically in her mouth like a thermometer due to the amount of pleasure she was receiving.

"Oh my god! I'm going to cum all over your face!" she declared. And within a couple seconds, she did exactly that, her juices were flowing so strongly that they nearly sprayed out like a squirter.

Maggie then repositioned herself so that she was straddling Peter's cock. And then she put it inside her, slowly rocking her hips back and forth, Peter squeezing her ass cheeks at the same time.

Meanwhile, Janice was feeling the tingles in her clit. The erotica was so stimulating. And finally, she gushed all over her own fingers.

Knowing she was watching, Peter continued putting on a great show, thrusting his penis inside Maggie as hard as he could, causing Maggie to have multiple orgasms, also causing Maggie to fall over onto Peter's chest as the pleasure made her body go limp.

As she laid on him, Peter whispered into her ear, letting her know that her best friend was watching by the door.

Maggie then looked towards the doorway, causing Janice to quickly move her head out of sight. However, when Janice peaked back in again, Maggie was waving for her to come in. She had always liked Janice, daydreaming about what it might be like to have a threesome with her. And this was the perfect opportunity.

At first Janice was shy, but she too had also daydreamed about what it might be like to have a threesome with Maggie. That's when she toughened up, walking straight through the doorway, dropping her blouse and mini-skirt to the floor, her perky tits and long legs on full display as she joined in on the action.

Janice first started kissing Peter, but then she slowly made her way over to Maggie, where they began forcing their tongues down each other's throats.

Peter stuck two of his fingers inside Janice's pussy, immediately giving her pleasure as the soft fibers on his fingertips massaged her insides.

As soon as Janice was wet enough, Maggie lifted herself off of Peter's cock, allowing Janice to take over.

Janice lowered herself down slowly, allowing all of Peter's huge cock to slip inside her. She could feel her side walls getting stretched. She had never felt that feeling before.

Maggie stayed behind Janice, reaching around with both hands, massaging her perky breasts and kissing her up and down on her long neck. Janice was in heaven as she received pleasure from the two of them at the same time.

Then, Peter instructed the two of them to sit up on the couch and hunch their stomachs over the back brace, allowing their perfect apple bottom asses to be on full display. He then stuck his penis back inside Janice's pussy and began thrusting it in and out, fingering Maggie at the same time.

"Put it in my ass!" Janice pleaded.

Peter was surprised by that request. He had never put it in someone's ass before. But he was willing to give it a shot.

He pulled his penis out of her pussy and then began trying to put it in Janice's ass. However, his penis seemed to be too big, and he didn't want to hurt her.

Maggie quickly took control, "Hawk Tuah!" she spit directly on the head of his dick. "Now try it," she insisted.

Peter then placed his penis directly on Janice's asshole and slowly began to insert it. He could definitely tell the spit was helping.

He then slowly began pushing it in. He couldn't believe how tight it was, moving it back and forth. It was so tight that he couldn't try going too fast because it would surely make him cum.

Soon, the sensation was becoming too much for him and he knew he would soon blow his load.

Just then, a different sensation entered his head. It was his spider-sense telling him someone else was about to enter the house.

"Oh no!" he said to himself, not being able to slow down the cumming sensation he was feeling.

And then-

"What the hell is going on in here!?" Hammerhead blurted, making his way through the door. Tombstone was following right behind him.

"Get your dick out of my daughter's ass, you BASTARD!" Tombstone demanded.

Then, the two of them pulled out their guns. But before they could try to shoot-

Peter pulled out his cock and shot his load first… directly in Hammerhead and Tombstone's faces, causing the white, gooey, web-like cum to blind them.

"Ahhh! I can't see!" they both yelled in unison.

At that moment, Peter quickly sprinted past them, not even grabbing his clothes in the process. The only thing he could think about was getting away.

When he made it outside, he instinctively shot out a web from his wrist, attaching it to a high-rise building in the near distance, and quickly ascended into the air, swinging away as fast as he could. He knew there would be hell to pay later.