Hulk x Popeye x Baymax x James Sullivan

Chapter 7

 At the end of... all that, you could probably guess what happened. Hehehe.

 I got into the car and drove to the elementary school where my kids attend. As I hoped out of the car, out of my peripheral vision I noticed a very tall and hairy male. 

My heart began to beat faster, as I realized who it was. James P. Sullivan. I almost moaned his name but stopped myself because I remembered that my kids and others go to this school. Kids were around and they didn't need to learn about all these indecencies.

"Hello," I say, talking to my kids, bending down, hoping James would see my fine gyatt. "Let's get you guys home."

"Wait!" I hear a voice call out to me. It's time to shine.

I turned around to see him. Still fine, delectable, and very, very muscular. My tongue got caught in my throat. This guy was my middle school crush. I put on a polite smile as I grab my two kids' hands. He stares at him, like he's trying to find the right words to say.

"Popeye...?" His voice is sexy–sexier than Baymax's growls or Hulk's deep one. I nod and smile wider, showing my beautiful underbite.

"How's it been going for you?" I asked, attempting some small talk.

"You know," he started to ramble. "Life is short. So I decided to make it worth it and become a secret government agent for Nepal."

Maybe he could start to unravel some new things under these pants later. I smirk, I could bag any man I wanted. At home, I have a husband and daddy. I cross my arms over my breasts, trying to perk them a bit.

 I chose a great top to wear today, a tight black tank top paired with tight ass fitting jeans. They follow the curves of my 100-level gyatt and perfectly show how my ass is capable of things.

"What have you been doing these days?" he asks in return.

"You know, I chose to pursue my childhood dream. I'm a pornstar and a stripper at this bar. You should come over there some time and link," I say, biting my lip, giving him a seductive wink before giving him this card to the bar I worked at. 

I waved goodbye and swayed my small waist as I headed over to the car with my kids. I hopped into the driver's seat and started the car.

On our drive home, I was cut by a random black Nissan car, which triggered my anger. I stuck my hand out of the car and flipped them off so they would see it out of their rear-view mirrors. 

It turned out to be James, I could see the large smirk on his face from his rear-view mirrors. He knew what he did, cutting me off.

How would he like it to get his dick cut off instead.

Pushing the thoughts away, I decided to honk at his car which surprised my youngest from the nap she took a few minutes ago.

Jake ends up stopping the car fully, causing me to crash into the back of his car because I didn't have enough time to hit the brakes. My entire body jerked forward and hit the dashboard, causing me to black out. I hear sirens around me and someone speaking. Everything sounds muffled like they had a hand over their mouth.