Photos of "Unrequited" Passion

Chapter One: First Payment

Another day at the Daily Bugle goes by relatively normal for the employees of the company. A normal day for all but two.......

I walked into my cubicle as i usually did, but I hadn't even sat down before i heard a scarily familiar voice yell form his office. "PARKER, GET IN HERE NOW!!!" I knew what laid ahead for me, as I grabbed my most recent pictures and went to his office. We have better cameras to use and print them digitally, but Jameson forces us all to use Polaroids like the 'old days'. I opened the door to his office slowly,

"Is everything alright sir?"

"PARKER. I'm a very lonely man."

"Wh-... Why are you mentioning this now? And to me?"

"Well you see Park, ever since my divorce I've realized my deep hatred for Spider-man is more than just him being a menace. It runs deep within me. Rooted in my bones even."

I walked in and closed the door behind me, I've been yelled at for not being gentle with it. He asked if I had the pictures ready, and I handed them to him. He looked through them carefully and pocketed a couple, which i thought was strange but didn't question further (until later that is).

"Are these okay sir? I can get more tonight if you need me to."

"Ah Park these are good these are good. I will need some more, these aren't bugle worthy but they're good."

"Is there a specific way you want them shot, sir?"

"Some more action shots!! Some where he's swinging around, from a low angle. You know like the ones where his legs are spread out."

"I uh... I'll do my best sir, but it feels like those are all that i'm taking anymore. The people will start noticing, won't they?"

"Oh but you see Park that's what the people want! More importantly, it's what i like to see. Those firm leg muscles and those tight glutes. REALLY gets people going."

"Are you..uhmm... implying people are attracted to spider-man?"

"MAybe. Maybe i am Park. But who can blame them! If i saw a super muscled hero swinging around- I MEAN MENACE, swinging around all day in a skin tight suit id---. Anyway. Gotta give the people what they want, you got that Parker???"

Uncomfortably so, I nodded. It had never occurred to me that people might.... enjoy how Spider-man looks. I've always been an average looking guy, so i guess i'm not used to thinking like that. I started to head out, but he stopped me again. I had no clue about what was gonna happen next, but I was especially unprepared this time.

"Is there another special request sir?"

"I need uh---. I'm uh, starting a photographer record for the company books since I've worked here so long. I'm taking some of the finest pictures from all of our past and present workers and putting them together so that they can be saved. I need you to take some special pictures for me, they'll go in the book and no one will see them but me. I think your work here has given the company a big rise in popularity, you keep people reading. These pictures will be very, private. Special shots for our eyes only, mostly mine though. Do you get what i mean?"

"I don't sir. Could you be more descriptive? You ask me to do tons of types of shots but i don't know what you want from me."

"Nhh. The more risque shots. The kind you find at an art house. The more.... (sheepishly) lewd kind. NHH. Now get outta my office, tell no one about what i just said. Its a secret project and I don't want the others here getting jealous. Don't forget my offer."