Maxine Dillon/Electra

Maxine watched Spider-man swing from the skyline of New York once again. She couldn't help but fawn over his costume and powers, wishing he sweep her off her feet and away from her stupid electrician job. To her surprise, he was missing everything in his costume except his mask, letting his naked chest, ass, and long dick swing in the breeze.

Maxine took off her hardhat and fanned herself. It seemed like Spider-Man was bedding every single superheroine and supervillain in the city. The thought gave her s feeling of ineptitude. She wondered why Spider-Man would ever notice her when he was with the likes of Lady America and She-Hulk.

Her radio buzzed as her boss began to yell at her. "Hey Maxine! Stop daydreaming and fix the grid out there! People are complaining that they can't see the Bugle news, and that storm is only gonna mke things worse!"

"R-Right away, sir!" Maxine's response was almost robotic. She had no courage to stand up to people who told her off or made her work in the pouring rain. Just another reason why she admired a fighter like Spider-Man.

Maxine positioned her platform crane just over the power lines of a telephone pole and she began to look through her tools for safety gloves. As she did so, she pushed her butt against the gate of the platform and used it to steady herself. To her shock, the gate gave way and she slipped on the slippery metal, falling backwards onto the telephone wires.

She didn't even hear the crackling electricity before a freak lightning bolt struck the wires she landed on.