Good old-fashioned

"I know that you're Spider-Man's wife," Fisk said after the doors had closed. "Or Peter's wife, I should say. Such a bright boy. And his aunt has a heart of gold, doesn't she? But gold, well, in my hands, it can be fragile."

"What do you want, Fisk?" MJ barked back. She tried her best to feign confidence and indignation. She was terrified, but she'd be damned if she let him know.

"Simple. You will spend fuck me right here and now and let me have my way with you. You can even keep it a secret. Just the knowledge that I slept with the Spider's wife is enough for me. That is one thing he will never get back. I don't care if he knows or doesn't know; I know and you know and that is good enough for me."

MJ was red in the face at his proposal. It was preposterous! She'd been here before as an actor and a model; they'd threaten to ruin her career if she didn't sleep with them. But this was different. It wasn't just her career, but her life and her family's life. If this was the price she had to pay, then she would. "F-fine. But just once!"

He raised his hands up innocently, "that is all I ask. Now, we don't we have an 'interview' to do?"