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The New Red Queen	By : marvelmaster616 Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 23867 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The New Red Queen
Chapter 2: Bold Benefits
The Hellfire Club
‘The Hellfire Club. Never thought I’d be back here again.’
Mary Jane Watson looked up at the seemingly innocuous building before her. It was a building that, until today, she went out of her way to avoid. This place – this secretive enclave of decadence within New York City – still evoked many mixed feelings. It was where she officially entered the sex industry. It was also where she came uncomfortably close to making some very bad decisions.
From the outside, the facility itself hadn’t changed. The Hellfire Club was still hidden within New York’s concrete jungle. Officially, the building was a typical part-residential/part-commercial structure nestled between some faceless office buildings and a few overpriced condos. It wasn’t very tall. The windows were small and blacked out. It didn’t have any iconic architecture. If anything, it was overshadowed by the surrounding structures, which was probably by design. Anyone who walked by it would never know that this building contained a strip club/brothel.
Emma Frost once told her that the building was owned by Shaw Industries, the company that Shanobi’s father ran. She also told her that the elder Shaw spared no expense in making the Hellfire Club the best club of its kind. The end result said a lot about the man and even more about the son who tried to control her. Now, Emma wanted Mary Jane Watson to manage it.
Standing in the shadow of this building, Mary Jane felt many mixed emotions. Her memories of this place included many decadent moments. These moments helped her become the skilled prostitute she became. The acts themselves didn’t bother her as much as the secrets behind the club that she didn’t learn until much later. While these moments made her hesitate, they weren’t enough to make her turn back.
‘You’ve made your decision, MJ. You might as well see what you’ve gotten yourself into.’
Taking a deep breath, Mary Jane entered the building, knowing she wouldn’t understand the full extent of her decision until it was too late. She was taking a chance here – one she never would’ve taken before Peter Parker entered her life. Emma Frost gave her an opportunity. She had a chance to build a life beyond that of a prostitute. She had passed up one too many chances in her life. She had to make sure this one counted for all the right reasons.
Upon entering the building, Mary Jane saw the first sign that the Hellfire Club was undergoing an overhaul. The lobby, once so cold and unwelcoming, was teaming with construction workers and various equipment. They were hard at work, renovating and redecorating the lobby to the specifications that Emma Frost undoubtedly gave them. She saw several men armed with crowbars ripping out the emblem of Shaw Enterprise. Mary Jane couldn’t help but smile at such a sight. It helped put her mind at ease.
As she looked around at the chaos, a large man in a suit approached. He bore a uniform very different from the ones she saw before. The old Victorian outfits were gone, replaced by something much more contemporary and appropriate.
“Excuse me. Are you Mary Jane Watson?” asked the man.
“Yeah, that’s me,” said Mary Jane, still cautious in her approach.
“Good. You’re right on time,” he replied. “Ms. Frost is expecting you. Please follow me.”
The man was more polite than the guards Mary Jane remembered. This man sounded more like a professional and less like the emotionless drones that Shanobi’s father seemed to prefer. It was another positive sign that Emma was bringing meaningful change to this place.
Feeling somewhat more at ease, Mary Jane followed the man around the workers. The sound of drills, hammers, and various other tools filled the lobby, hinting at the sheer extent of the overhaul of this place. Now, Emma wanted her to be part of that overhaul. While Mary Jane may have had reservations, her curiosity was definitely peaked.
“Looks like Ms. Frost is making herself at home,” she commented as she looked around.
“She’s made her intentions for this facility quite clear. That’s for sure,” replied the guard. “She wants to overhaul, refine, and improve this entire operation. Those are her words, not mine.”
“Well she’s off to a good start,” said Mary Jane. “Can’t say I expected anything less from her.”
“Ms. Frost sets her expectations high. We’re all aware of that. However, compared to the guy who used to run the show – well, let’s just say her expectations are more reasonable.”
Mary Jane snickered to herself. This man must have heard plenty of nasty rumors about Shaw Industries. She doubted he knew how painfully true some of those rumors were. She even saw him crack a smile when one of the signs bearing Shaw Industry’s logo fell on the floor and shattered. That assured Mary Jane that she could get on board with Emma’s expectations.
After navigating the unfinished lobby, the guard led Mary Jane through a couple of doors and into a private elevator. He then utilized a special key on his wrists to activate it. Once the elevator began moving, the guard entered a few commands on his phone. After the doors opened, he led her through a few more secure doors guarded by biometric scanners, cameras, and armed men in similar attire.
This part of the club hadn’t changed. Since Hellfire Club was so secretive, there were some elaborate security procedures. Every patron had to be screened, searched, and scanned to a level on par with most SHIELD facilities. They also had to prove they had a six-figure line of credit so they could afford the experiences the Hellfire Club offered. Mary Jane sensed that Emma Frost didn’t want to abandon those experiences and not just because of their lucrative nature.
‘I guess Emma isn’t changing the Hellfire Club’s security policies. I suppose that makes sense if she wants to maintain the kind of decadence this place celebrates. Not sure if that makes sense in the grand scheme of things, but then again Emma has always had a taste for decadence. I like to think my tastes are a bit more refined, but given the things I did while I was working here – well, I see why she thinks I’m qualified for this job.’
Mary Jane stopped scrutinizing Emma’s decisions surrounding the Hellfire Club. At the moment, the only one that mattered was the decision to offer her a job at this place. Mary Jane chose to focus on that issue as the guard led her past the final security door. She already decided to come here. When the door behind her closed and the guard stayed behind, this decision became permanent.
Once past that final door, Mary Jane entered the main club. Unlike the lobby, it hadn’t changed much. It was still the same spacious, opulent, overtly decadent atmosphere she remembered. Everything from the plush velvet seats to the large chandlers to the several main stages looked exactly the same. Since it was the middle of the day, it was completely vacant. However, the smell of sex, alcohol, and debauchery still lingered in the air, hinting that this club had been as active as ever.
“Never been here this early…or fully clothed, for that matter,” said Mary Jane as she looked around.
As she made her way through the club, her gaze narrowed on the stages in the front. Vivid memories of her dancing on these stages, taking her clothes off and seducing countless horny men, played out before her eyes. She could still see herself up on that stage, shaking her heart-shaped butt, slithering out of her G-string while men cheered her on.
“So many memories. So much deviance. So much sex,” she mused. “Was it all irresponsible?”
Now lost in her memories, Mary Jane got up on one of the stages and touched the pole she once so skillfully used in her striptease. She casually walked around the pole, reliving these feelings. What made them stand out went beyond the rush of getting naked in front of strangers. These were feelings that established the distinction between the woman she was before she met Peter Parker and the woman she had since become.
“No. It’s not that simple. It never is,” said Mary Jane as she gripped the pole. “Irresponsibility led me here, but I thrived because I made the best of a bad situation. If I had been that irresponsible, I’d have never escaped Shanobi Shaw.”
It was a unique perspective, one that she only gained after meeting Peter. For so long, she tried not to think about the Hellfire Club. She didn’t want to second guess her decision to leave. It might have been the right decision, but it was hard to leave behind – this decadent yet lucrative world where she fully embraced her sexual proclivities. Being back here might have evoked many mixed feelings, but if she looked past Shanobi Shaw and all his dirty secrets, then a lot of those feelings were positive.
Mary Jane was so engrossed in old memories and feelings that she didn’t notice Emma Frost stepping out onto the stage from the side-entrance. It was only when she saw her reflection in the pole that she acknowledged her former co-worker’s presence.
“Feeling nostalgic, darling? If so, then I’d say you’re overdressed,” said Emma.
“Hello again, Emma. Are you capable of greeting someone without making a dirty joke?” said Mary Jane, still fixated on the stripper pole.
“You’re in an empty strip club that you used to work at, standing on a stage you used to strip on, and looking like you want to give someone a lap dance,” she retorted. “I challenge you to find someone who could resist.”
“Point taken,” said Mary Jane with a half-grin, “but if you’re expecting a free show, I’m sorry to disappoint. My clothes are staying on and I’m not attracted to women in that way.”
“Give me time. After you hear what I have to offer, you might change your mind.”
“Again with the dirty jokes?”
“I wasn’t joking,” said Emma in a more serious tone.
Mary Jane finally turned away from her old stripper pole and towards the former White Queen. She wore very different attire compared to last night. She looked less like a former stripper and more like a businesswoman, bearing a well-fitting pantsuit. However, she still retained some of her decadent style. The pantsuit was white, matching the color of her stripper attire, and the blouse overtly showed off her cleavage. Emma Frost’s career might have changed, but her style certainly didn’t.
Setting aside the memories and feelings of the past, Mary Jane adopted Emma’s demeanor. This was, after all, a matter of business. Emma offered her a job and Mary Jane was here to consider it.
“I guess I’m ready to ditch the jokes as well,” said Mary Jane. “I came here for many reasons. Nostalgia isn’t one of them.”
“The way you were talking to yourself, you could’ve fooled me,” said Emma with folded arms. “I’m glad you saved me the trouble of posting a nefarious ad on Craigslist, but how serious are you about my offer?”
“More serious than I expected, that’s for sure,” said Mary Jane. “If you had come to me just a few months ago, I probably would still be home, screening new clients and preparing for my next appointment.”
“Why is that? What changed in the past few months?” asked Emma curiously.
Mary Jane hesitated to answer. She wasn’t prepared to tell her how Peter Parker came into her life. For all she knew, Emma already read her mind and gleaned the details. Those intimate details were still an important part of this decision though. As she thought about all the recent changes in her life, she turned back to her old stripper pole.
“It’s hard to put into words what changed and how it all unfolded,” she said distantly.
“You can use thoughts if you want. That works for me too,” said Emma.
“I’d rather not. Even thoughts can’t tell the full story. To be honest, I don’t think I’ve fully processed all the changes. I can only say they’re important. They’ve helped put a lot of things into perspective – including the time I spent here at the Hellfire Club.”
Emma cast her a skeptical gaze. Mary Jane sensed in her a mix of confusion and skepticism. She expected as such. Even if she told Emma about Peter Parker and all the ways he impacted her, she doubted she could appreciate the newfound clarity she felt. That clarify, however, was a big part of what led her back to this decadent world.
“First and foremost, don’t get the wrong idea. I don’t regret working at the Hellfire Club. I don’t regret being a stripper, having sex for money, or enjoying myself along the way,” said Mary Jane.
“Nor should you,” said Emma. “I wouldn’t have tapped you for this job if you did, but I assume there are other ideas at work here.”
“There are and they have nothing to do with sex work, believe it or not,” said Mary Jane.
“I’m reluctant to believe certain things, but I’m open to being persuaded.”
“Then maybe you’ll appreciate what I do regret. You see, sex work never bothered me. It was the circumstances that led to it. I never set out for a career in stripping or prostitution. It’s one of those jobs that found me, but only because I put myself in that position. I had options. I had choices. I even had other skills I could’ve refined and turned into fulfilling careers. But I didn’t. I was just so irresponsible with my choices. Every chance I had to do something more with my life…I just threw it away.”
Emma Frost’s skepticism turned to intrigue. Looking back over at the former White Queen, Mary Jane saw someone who didn’t share her experiences. From what little she knew about Emma history, she surmised that she had far fewer choices when it came to her career choices. She didn’t know the details, but she figured Emma could appreciate Mary Jane’s perspective better than most.
“Working at the Hellfire Club and being a high-end prostitute – to some extent, it was the path of least resistance,” said Mary Jane. “It was a job that maximized my natural talents. It also helped me make the most money with the least amount of work – the orgasms being a nice bonus, of course.”
“As they should be,” said Emma, still maintaining a serious tone. “So how does the opportunity before you fit into all this?”
“Well for one, it puts me in a familiar predicament,” she continued. “If I were to continue being irresponsible, I’d stick with my current line of work is easier. It’s easier, familiar, and less stressful…to the extent that being a prostitute is stressful, mind you.”
“Except you don’t want to be irresponsible anymore,” surmised Emma. “For whatever reason, responsibility is a big deal for you.”
“You’re right. It is. I can’t tell you why, but it’s a big fucking deal for me at this point in my life. That’s why I need to be sure that accepting this offer is more responsible than rejecting it. As it stands, you’re the only one who can assure me of that.”
Now, it was Mary Jane’s turn to cast Emma a critical gaze. She was the one on the spot now. She had to prove that this was not another one of the Hellfire Club’s dirty secrets. Having come uncomfortably close to being caught up in those secrets, she made it clear that this had to be different. This couldn’t be the same Hellfire Club she remembered.
Emma, to her credit, didn’t flinch. In fact, she cast Mary Jane an approving grin. She always did appreciate those who could raise themselves to her level. Few women could. Few men could, for that matter. It made her difficult, but in a good way.
“Well if this is your way of scrutinizing a deal before accepting it, congratulations. You just did what 95 percent of people fail to do when dealing with my endeavors,” said Emma.
“And I never even went to a fancy business school. What’s that say about those people?” said Mary Jane with growing confidence.
“That an experienced whore is more qualified than most in such endeavors,” she replied. “I’d say that applies here because I’m not looking to run the Hellfire Club the same way Shaw ran it. Policies that include exploitation, brainwashing, blackmail, and several other egregious crimes I’d rather not list are rather outdated in my opinion.”
“And bad for repeat business,” added Mary Jane.
“At the same time, however, what this club does still qualifies as illegal. For reasons that continue to confound me, prostitution is illegal. A number of activities surrounding it are also illegal. The operation of this club is ripe with questionable legal practices. If the NYPD Vice Squad came in on a typical Tuesday night, they’d faint within the first hour.”
“I’ve been thumbing my nose at vice squads for quite some time now. I’m uncomfortably comfortable living my life, knowing that what I do for a living is illegal,” said Mary Jane. “It stopped bothering me the first time I blew a guy during a lap dance.”
“Which is good for this job and for the purpose I want this club to serve,” said Emma. “Legal or not, the Hellfire Club has its place. If it were to shut down tomorrow, something else just like it – and likely far worse – would come to take its place. Having seen how bad it can get under the likes of Sebastian Shaw, I don’t want that.”
“Nobody in this city wants that, even if they’d never admit it.”
“That’s why I need someone who can be everything he and his brat of a son aren’t. I need someone who can appropriately manage the vice and decadence in the Hellfire Club, sifting the healthy forms of debauchery from the shady dealings that give our industry a bad name. In a sense, I need someone who is…”
Emma’s words trailed off, but Mary Jane quickly picked up on the deeper meaning of her words and finished her thought for her.
“Responsible,” she said with a telling grin.
“Yes. I’d say that’s astonishingly appropriate,” said Emma, grinning as well.
It was official. Emma Frost effectively assured Mary Jane that they were on the same page. The reservations and uncertainty she had before were officially settled. She chose to look into this opportunity, hoping that it was one of those chances that she had too readily dismissed in the past. This was the real deal. This was one of those opportunities and Mary Jane was ready to embrace it.
“Then I think you’ve told me everything I hoped to hear,” said Mary Jane proudly.
“A wise and responsible choice, darling,” said Emma. “Does that mean you’re ready to make it official?”
“It means I’m ready to discuss terms. I may be a whore, but I’m a whore who knows the value of bargaining before we get down to business.”
The grin on Emma’s face widened.
“I think I’m going to enjoy working with you, Ms. Watson,” she said. “Follow me in the back. Let’s go over those terms. I’ve even prepared a little something to sweeten the deal.”
Mary Jane Watson’s Condo – One Week Ago
Long before she began a career in prostitution, Mary Jane Watson often sought advice from her Aunt Anna. Between her asshole father and overwhelmed mother, she was the only one in her family who gave her meaningful guidance. Without that guidance, she could’ve easily ended up in a much worse situation than high-end prostitution.
One day, shortly after her 13^th birthday, Mary Jane asked her Aunt Anna about her future. Being a growing young girl with little direction, she had no idea what she wanted to do with her life. Her Aunt Anna, never one to put corrupt the chaotic mind of a 13-year-old girl, told her that few knew what path their lives would take as teenagers. Even many full-fledged adults didn’t know and many of Mary Jane’s later experiences proved that.
However, her Aunt Anna did give her one important bit of advice. She said that the measure of how fulfilled someone is in their career can be measured by how well they sleep at night. Whether they toil for hours a day or barely work at all, their ability to go to bed peacefully said a lot about the state of their lives. If Mary Jane were to use that measure on her life right now, then the results would be mixed at best.
‘What are you doing to yourself, MJ? Why does something that feels so right make everything else seems so…incomplete?’
These difficult questions plagued Mary Jane’s mind as she lay wide awake in bed, staring at the ceiling and unable to rest. That should’ve been impossible. For one, she wasn’t alone in her bed.
Lying right next to her was a sleeping Peter Parker. His results were clearly better because he was sleeping like a log. It probably helped that they were both naked, having spent the evening rolling around on her living room floor, having sex while a baseball game played in the background. They really wore each other out, as they often did whenever they met up. Their intimate encounters added some much needed balance to her life as a prostitute and his life as a masked vigilante.
For that reason, among many others, Mary Jane had no excuses for being this restless. Peter toiled every day, working a full-time job at Horizon Labs and fighting crime with whatever time he could spare. Conversely, she worked part-time, made a lot more money, and enjoyed an abundance of free time that most employed adults could only envy. Rest should’ve been easy for her, especially after a round of heated sex.
This frustrating sleeplessness was very new. Mary Jane never had a problem going to bed at night. Even on days when she served multiple clients with overly decadent tastes, she still went to sleep without regrets. Regret was something no prostitute could struggle with and hope to succeed. The problem was she didn’t even know if this feeling was a result of regret, restlessness, or something more.
‘It shouldn’t be this way. Everything in my life has been getting better. I’m still a successful high-end prostitute. I’m still extremely comfortable having whatever sex I want or need for a given situation. I’m still having regular, unfaked orgasms in either case. I’m even connecting with people in ways I haven’t dared since I moved out of my father’s home. So what is it? Why do I feel this way?’
Mary Jane’s thoughts grew increasingly desperate. Looking over at the clock radio near her bed and noting the late hour, she felt even less inclined to sleep. She was on the verge of burying her face in her pillow and screaming. Then, she turned to her other side to see Peter sleeping next to her. In an instant, the answer became laughably obvious.
‘Oh yeah. That’s a good reason. That’s a damn good reason.’
Her frustration settled. The tension within her faded. Now lying on her side, gazing at the sleeping Peter Parker, Mary Jane smiled. She also found herself scooting closer to him under the covers, the heat from his naked body mixing with hers. Placing her chin just above his shoulder, she began gently pawing his chest.
As her soft hands grazed over Peter’s upper body, a few features stood out. She passed over a few bruises and a couple small scars, likely byproducts from his exploits as Spider-Man. It still amazed her how any man could take on such responsibilities, putting himself and those he cared about in danger. In touching those scars, another reason came to her.
‘You do what you do, knowing it’s a harder, risker path. You push yourself hard and the world sometimes pushes back even harder. Even with superpowers, you struggle and you persevere. I don’t know if I could ever be as strong as you, Peter Parker.’
As Mary Jane admired this strength, her smile widened. She felt Peter shift in his sleep under her warm touch. He drew her in closer, welcoming her into his embrace. His hand found its way to hers and he gave it a light squeeze, filling Mary Jane with an affection and warmth that she still hadn’t gotten used to.
In her line of work, she was used to fake or half-hearted intimacy. She heard plenty of men proclaim their love for her, often during and after sex. She lived so much of her life within this brand of intimacy that she forgot what the real thing felt like. With Peter Parker in her life, she was reminded of that feeling in the best possible way.
‘You’ve done a lot to complicate my life, Peter, but in the best possible way. You’re making me think and feel things I’ve avoided, ignored, or just plain overlooked. You’re make it impossible to just live my life the same way I’ve always lived it. Again, that’s probably a good thing. I never used to think past my next client, my next appointment, or my next orgasm. Now I find myself looking forward to so much more…even though I have no idea where it leads.’
It was kind of scary, the way Peter affected her outlook. She could no longer be content with the way she had been doing things. Just being a successful prostitute in New York City wasn’t enough anymore. Just being free and independent wasn’t enough either. Being around Peter inspired her to do more, but she had no idea what that meant.
‘I doubt I’ll figure that out tonight. I might not get a full night’s sleep until I do. But I like to think I’m up for the challenge. That’s what you’ve done for me, Peter Parker. I hope I can make you proud. I hope I can impact your life as well as you’ve affected mine.’
It seemed daunting, given how much she owed this man. He already saved her life from the Hobgoblin the night they met. Even though Mary Jane gave him the best VIP treatment a high-end prostitute could give, they still weren’t even. They may never be truly even, but that didn’t stop her from making the effort. In the same way she put so much energy into her job as a prostitute, she made sure she put that same energy into thanking this man for being part of her life.
‘I can only do so much without superpowers. Even so, I like to think I’ve made your life simpler and not just by ensuring a healthy sex life. You’ve shared a lot of painful secrets with me. You’ve come to me for comfort and connection, more so than sex. You do all this without demanding anything of me. You don’t ask that I change who I am or what I do for a living. You make me stronger in your own special way. I make you stronger in my own way.’
As Mary Jane clung to Peter’s warmth and imparted her own, she began pawing his chest again. This time, her touch was more intimate. She avoided the scars, instead focusing on the strength within. Feeling his hard muscles and sharp sinews, she felt some of that strength within her as well. However, that’s not all she felt.
Touching him like this didn’t just remind her of his strength. It also reminded her that Peter Parker was a very fit, very handsome young man. Despite regularly servicing professional athletes as a prostitute, Peter conveyed a special brand of allure – one that evoked a special kind of desire.
In following this feeling, her hand made its way down Peter’s torso and towards the parts of his body that were covered by the sheets. Between the strength he imparted and the desire he inspired, Mary Jane decided to act on this feeling.
‘My options might be limited, but I can make the few I have really count. It makes me better. It makes you better. It makes us better in so many ways…some more than others.’
A mischievous yet playful grin formed on her face. Under the sheet, her hand reached Peter’s resting manhood. With tact and skill that could only be learned by an experienced whore, Mary Jane grasped it, triggering an immediate reaction from Peter.
“Mmm…” he moaned, his voice echoing with blissful approval.
Encouraged by his reaction, Mary Jane began squeezing and stroking his cock with the utmost care. She also began kissing around his neck and chest, turning strength into desire and desire into arousal.
Before long, she could feel the arousal manifesting with greater intensity. His manhood hardened within her grasp. Even though they had sex earlier, Peter had demonstrated an uncanny ability to be ready again. He claimed it was a byproduct of his powers, but Mary Jane suspected that there were other forces at work. Following these forces, she continued her intimate touching, causing his penis to become more erect and drawing her lover out of his slumber.
“Hnn…Mary Jane?” said Peter, his eyes still half-closed.
“Shhh. It’s okay, Tiger. Let me make your sleep more refreshing,” said Mary Jane seductively.
He offered no complaints. She swore he smiled, despite being half-asleep. She just smiled back and offered more intimate kissing, trailing her lips down his neck and over his chest. Peter’s body shifted and stirred in accord with her gestures, welcoming them and embracing her in the process.
Once within his arms, Mary Jane was even more motivated. His penis was now half-erect and she could hear his heart racing within his chest. Eager to go the extra distance for this man, she pushed back the sheet covering his lower body to reveal his growing manhood. Then, with the uncanny skill of a high-end prostitute, she slithered down his manly body until she hovered over his waist. Now on her knees, bent over and with both hands grasping his dick, she began giving him oral sex.
“Ohhh…Mary Jane!” gasped Peter, now mostly awake. “You’re still…that horny?”
“Mmm…what can I say?” she said playfully as she gave his shaft a thorough lick. “You make feel…amazing things.”
He let out more blissful gasps as her lips and tongue trailed along the length of his shaft. Looking up at him in the darkened room, Mary Jane watched his face twitch and contort to the sensations. His hands found their way to her head, gently guiding her every move while fondling her auburn hair.
Peter’s touch and blissful moans further encouraged her. She sucked harder and faster, getting him fully erect with stunning efficiency for a man that had been asleep only moments ago. As he became aroused, Mary Jane felt her own arousal building as well. Strength and desire turned to a burning heat between her legs, causing the folds of her pussy to become moist. As she sucked him off, one of her hands slipped down between her legs, accelerating the arousal as well as her desire.
In short order, she and Peter were fully aroused. Despite the late hour – despite having had heated sex with this man earlier this evening – they were ready for more. Their connection and their desire for one another was just that strong.
Ready and eager to embrace it, Mary Jane ceased her oral teasing and crawled back on top of him. She was now straddling his hips, her knees resting at his sides so her pelvis aligned perfectly with his. His eyes now half-open, he gazed up at her with a mix of drowsiness and desire. For all he knew, this was very vivid, very sexy dream. For Mary Jane, it was so much more.
“Here it comes, Peter,” she said to him intently. “Take me…and I’ll embrace you.”
“Oh Mary Jane…” was all Peter could respond with.
It was the only response she needed. Assured of their connection and their desire, Mary Jane reached behind her back, grasped the base of Peter’s dick, and lowered herself onto it. The smooth, sensual sensations of his flesh penetrating hers filled their bodies. They each let out deep moans as the intimate pleasure they loved so much consumed them.
“Oohhh Peter!” Mary Jane gasped. “Please…take me!”
Heeding her urgent calls, Peter’s powerful hands found their way to her butt. Then, with his powerful grip on her, she began moving her hips. Back and forth, her pelvis moved, working his rigid manhood within the tight folds of her pussy. Hot sensations of bliss followed. Those intimate feelings of connecting with someone followed as well. Together, both feelings created a unique brand of ecstasy.
As Mary Jane established a steady sexual rhythm, she grasped Peter’s hands and guided them to her breasts. He instinctively squeezed them, showing a hint of that spider-strength that she had come to love so much. He knew how she liked to be touched and how she liked having her breasts fondled. It added to every feeling as their naked bodies moved together in the night.
‘Yes. THIS is that greater strength. THIS is that unique feeling only we share. It’s amazing. I didn’t know it was missing until I felt it with you, Peter Parker. Now, it’s making me feel other things – confusing, conflicting, and wonderful things.’
Mary Jane closed her eyes and smiled as she continued riding her lover into a blissful daze. This was not the same heated, fervent sex that they enjoyed earlier. This was slower and more thorough. Every gyration of her hips and every squeeze of her breasts – it was all focused on getting the most out of every movement. The way Peter’s cock slithered within her pussy, stimulating all those sensitive areas he came to know so well – it added a special dimension to this intimate act.
Given her line of work, Mary Jane appreciated this feeling more than most. She spent most of her life mastering the basics of sex. She could do it with many different men for many different reasons and she could enjoy it on her own terms. Getting pleasure out of sex had never been an issue for her. Before she became a prostitute, being intimate with others hadn’t been an issue either, having had numerous boyfriends. However, none of those experiences gave her a feeling like this.
This feeling, and all the complications that came with it, escalated quickly with Peter. As Mary Jane rode his cock, the sensations intensified as she neared her climax. Peter was close too. She was better than most at reading the unique twitches of a man’s face as he neared his orgasm. Wanting to share this pleasure and this feeling with him, she adjusted the rhythm of her movements, synchronizing their bodies to the approaching pleasure.
“Mary Jane, I…I’m close,” gasped Peter, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Me too, Peter. Please…do it with me. Cum with me!” Mary Jane urged.
She squeezed his hands a little tighter, encouraging him to squeeze her breasts accordingly. This sent shivers of bliss through her body, pushing her closer to her peak. She was ready to cross that threshold. She was ready to embrace that ecstasy that she was so fond of.
However, she held back to ensure her lover shared it, an act she rarely did with a client. Getting pleasure from sex as a prostitute was a bonus, not an act of intimacy. For Peter Parker, this feeling had to be different. The pleasure had to take on greater meaning. As she felt his member throb inside her, preparing for another powerful release, she embraced that meaning.
“Ohhh Peter!” Mary Jane cried out.
The echoes of her passionate voice helped send Peter over the edge. He closed his eyes and let out a deep gasp as hips jerked and his lower body tensed in accord with his release. As soon as Mary Jane felt his hot cum inside her, she moved her hips with a few thorough gyrations to send her over the edge as well. In another harmonious act of intimacy, she and Peter Parker achieved orgasm.
Her body shifted to this feeling as it always did, her toes curling and her lower back arching as warm waves of pleasure washed over her. Mary Jane, her hands still atop Peter’s, leaned back a bit and savored every feeling. Even though she had orgasms on a regular basis as a prostitute, there was still something special about the pleasure Peter gave her. It went beyond basic pleasure. That connection they made the night he saved her life from the hobgoblin – it continued to blossom in so many ways. It changed her world and how she saw it.
‘Peter Parker…what have you done to me? I don’t know what it is. I don’t know what it’s doing to me or where it will lead. But I like it!’
Mary Jane lingered in her euphoric daze, clinging to Peter’s hands until the waves of bliss settled. She felt his dick throb inside her pussy as the bliss flowed through him as well. She made sure he enjoyed every last bit of it before rising up off him. While their flesh had parted, the connection remained strong.
Still buzzing from the pleasure they felt, Mary Jane let out a content sight as she laid down on top of her lover, resting her head on his chest. She could hear his heart racing through heavy breathing. She also felt his powerful arms enrapture her in their protective warmth, holding her close in a strong embrace.
“God, I love you, Mary Jane,” said Peter, his voice still dazed and drowsy.
“I love you too, Peter,” said Mary Jane. “That may just be the afterglow talking, but I’ll say it anyways.”
She wasn’t sure if he heard her. She sensed Peter slipping back into that half-awake, half-asleep state he often entered after wearing himself out. Even if he hadn’t heard her, Mary Jane felt she still conveyed the necessary sentiment and that’s what mattered most to her.
It should’ve been scary, telling a man she loved him. She had said those words before with past boyfriends. She even said it with clients, albeit as part of an act. It was a cardinal rule among prostitutes. Never fall in love or admit love to someone, be they a client or a lover. It could only complicate things. However, Mary Jane had since realized that this rule had an important exception.
‘So THAT’S what it’s doing to me. It’s making me love someone. It’s a strange kind of love, that’s for sure. It’s a love I can share with a man one night while fucking other men for money on the side. I’m pretty sure that breaks every major rule about being a prostitute on some levels. Then again, Peter and I are both strange in our own right. Maybe that’s why it works. Maybe that’s why I still don’t know where it will lead.’
Mary Jane smiled to herself as she sank into her lover’s embrace, finally feeling relaxed enough to sleep. However, she still realized that some of these issues remained unresolved. Admitting she was in love with Peter Parker was the easy part. Knowing what that meant and where that would lead her was something else altogether.
She was going to find out at some point. She didn’t doubt for a second that this connection she had with Peter would lead to more upheavals, both directly and indirectly. She was finally starting to accept that. As Mary Jane slipped into a deep sleep, she promised herself – and Peter, for that matter – that she would be ready when the time came.
Hellfire Club – Present Time
“Review each document as much as you need,” said Emma Frost from behind a fancy desk. “You’ll see that I’ve taken care of the bulk of the paperwork.”
“So you have,” said Mary Jane, impressed by the buxom blonde’s thoroughness. “You actually created a legitimate paper trail for me. How the hell did you manage that?”
“With the skill and tact that a smart businesswoman would,” she replied. “I filled in the necessary blanks with the help of a few well-connected associates…some of which have seen me naked.”
“That’s reassuring,” said Mary Jane in a humored voice as she flipped through the documents.
There were a lot of things she could say about Emma Frost, most of which had been said before in more vulgar terms. This woman knew her stuff. She knew how to be prepared, covering every possible angle and accounting for every possible detail. It made her good at both blowjobs and business. Who knew those skills translated so well to the world of business?
It was still a lot of information to process. As soon as she set foot in the spacious office, which overlooked the main club and could only be accessed through an elevator, Emma presented her with a stack of papers that depicted the nature of her job. Officially, she would be the general manager of the Hellfire Club. That meant she would deal with employees, organize the staff, and pay taxes like any legitimate business in New York. The more lurid details of the business were understandably absent or carefully worded. Mary Jane was no lawyer, but she understood the importance of legitimacy.
This would be a significant change from her current job. One of the benefits – or drawbacks, in some instances – of being a prostitute was that it had very little bureaucracy. Since it was illegal, she couldn’t just register with the city. She had to be very careful, making sure she didn’t raise too many red flags. It was still set up in a way where a sufficiently competent police officer with too much free time could figure out that she was a prostitute. She had to rely on the authorities being lazy or incompetent. This served her well for the most part, but it was still a risk.
If she was reading these documents correctly, then those risks would be an afterthought. As general manager of the Hellfire Club, Mary Jane Watson would have a legitimate job with legitimate documentation. Even an overly competent police officer couldn’t look at these things and arrest her, even with the illegal activity that was sure to take place in this club. For once, she could live her life without the constant fear of being arrested. It was just one of the many appeals of the opportunity before her.
“There’s a lot to go over here,” said Mary Jane as she sifted through a couple of documents. “Who knew there was this much to running a strip club/brothel in the middle of New York?”
“It’s a necessary evil, I suppose,” said Emma with a shrug. “If they weren’t doing it here, there’d be orgies in the streets and traffic is bad enough in this city.”
“You make it sound like a public service,” joked Mary Jane.
“Well what else would you call serving the needs of horny rich men?”
“Point taken,” she said. “From the looks of it though, you’ve done everything you can to make it legitimate…to a point. There are a lot of codes, policies, and people I’ll have to manage.”
“You’ve managed a steady list of loyal clients while sticking to policies that kept you out of jail,” said Emma. “I think you can handle it.”
“I think I can handle it too. It’s just going to be a transition, to say the least,” said Mary Jane confidently as she singled out a few documents. “I mean this place already deals with way more money than I’ve ever managed. Take this spreadsheet, for example. Is this really how much we’re going to make giving lap-dances alone?”
Emma Frost looked at the document she was holding up and her grin widened.
“Actually, that’s not the revenue from lap dances,” she said. “That’s your starting salary, Ms. Watson.”
Mary Jane scoffed at first and looked at the figure again. When she read over the numbers again and made the necessary connections, she blinked a few times to make sure her eyes were working properly.
Once convinced her sight wasn’t playing tricks on her, Mary Jane’s demeanor shifted. Her gaze alternated between Emma Frost and the spreadsheet, still not convinced that she was reading this accurately. It took a couple moments for her brain to process this. Once it did, a sense of shock took over.
“Seriously? That’s what you’re paying me?” said Mary Jane, still in disbelief.
“It’s not a misprint, I assure you,” Emma told her in an overly casual tone. “Like you said, the Hellfire Club manages a lot of money. As such, I think it’s only fair that the general manager be compensated accordingly.”
Mary Jane shook her head in amazement. This was overwhelming in a completely different way now, but she wasn’t complaining.
“This…this is more money than some of my top clients make!” she exclaimed. “You’re saying I’ll make this without taking my clothes off?”
“Well there’s no policy against doing this job naked,” teased Emma, “but if you want…”
“That’s okay. I’m pretty sure I know what I want now.”
“Then what are you waiting for? What’s keeping you from making this official? A lesser whore would’ve signed these papers ten seconds ago. Then again, you’re not a lesser whore.”
“No. I’m not,” said Mary Jane distantly.
She needed a moment to catch her breath and collect herself. Still looking at the documents, Mary Jane stood up and started pacing around the office. Looking around, she saw a hint of what she would experience with this job. The office alone was larger than some of the apartments she had lived on. There was still that distinct, pseudo-Victorian ambience that conveyed class and wealth. It reflected the wealth that she would now be part of, if she chose.
However, she resisted the urge to make that choice hastily and irresponsibly. She could already hear Peter’s voice in her ear, urging her to stop and think. It was probably a good thing and it might even be the reason why Emma came to her with this offer.
This job would give her everything. She could make a lot of money and do it under the guise of a semi-legitimate business. It was a business that involved sex, something she knew a lot about and could definitely use in making this club work. It would’ve been easy to just accept the offer and run this club like it had always been run, but Mary Jane wasn’t as inclined to take the easiest path this time. If she was going to do this, she had to do it responsibly.
“There is something I’ll need to add to this package – a provision, so to speak, to ensure the Hellfire Club runs in a responsible way,” said Mary Jane, adopting a more serious tone after she had calmed down.
“Of course,” said Emma, rolling her eyes somewhat. “You’ve clearly developed a fetish of sorts for responsibility, if that’s not to bold a term.”
“It’s more than that. It’s part of a new perspective I’ve gained – one I’m not abandoning, no matter how much you pay me.”
“And just like that, you’ve gone above and beyond the mark of a competent whore, pushing the limits of negotiation.”
“This isn’t a negotiation, Emma. This is a deal-breaker for me,” said Mary Jane strongly. “You said it yourself. The Hellfire Club hurt people through extortion, manipulation, and probably other methods I’m better off not knowing.”
“Trust me. You’ll sleep easier at night if you didn’t,” said Emma under her breath.
“Except if I’m general manager, I will know what this club does, why it does it, and how it goes about it,” Mary Jane continued. “I know it walks in a legally gray area. I’m perfectly comfortable in that area. Hell, I’ve lived most of my adult life in it. But in that life, I made it a point to serve those who both earned and deserved it while denying those who didn’t. That means the Wilson Fisks, Hammerheads, and Tombstones of the world never got past my screening methods.”
“So what does that mean here? You won’t serve criminals, crime lords, or anyone of the sort?” said Emma with a raised eyebrow. “You should know they do have a sizable chunk of the market share for illicit sex.”
“I know they do,” said Mary Jane, “and I’m not talking about denying them service. I’m talking about using the power of this club – that power that makes criminals and civilians alike seek its pleasures – to confront them.”
Emma remained skeptical. Mary Jane could tell a part of her disapproved of this idea, but she didn’t outright reject it. This was the reason why she hesitated to accept the offer outright. She saw in this opportunity something that would grant her more than just a steady job with a fat paycheck. Like Peter, she saw a unique power in this position. With that power came a responsibility – one she didn’t intend to run from.
“We’ll be in a unique position to do some good with the Hellfire Club…and not just the good that comes with giving rich men some extra pussy,” said Mary Jane, now pacing around the office as she worked out the details in her head. “Being a prostitute taught me a lot of things, but one of the first lessons I learned is that criminals and saints alike seek sex. It’s one of the few universal ties that bind us all. It’s a powerful force – one we can use to do some good.”
“What kind of good?” said Emma curiously. “Are you talking about extorting criminals? I doubt catching the Kingpin with a couple of strippers will bring him down.”
“Of course it won’t,” she said. “I’m not talking about simple extortion. I’m not even talking about embarrassing bad people. I’m talking about making the Hellfire Club something that can help the right people and frustrate the wrong people – directly, but preferably indirectly.”
“How the hell would that work?”
“Think about it for a second, Emma. Picture this scenario,” said Mary Jane, her mind already going a mile-a-minute. “A couple of guys walk in. They’re one of the Kingpin’s untouchable cronies. Or maybe they’re a corrupt judge or lawyer. Or maybe they’re an assassin who doesn’t mind blowing up a school once in a while. They’re flushed with money and eager to spend it. They drink, they dance, and they fuck. They brag about their exploits. They let slip a few juicy details, if only to impress the girl they’re trying to fuck. That’s pretty critical information.”
“So what? We just forward that to the police then?” said Emma, clearly not on board with that idea.
“Why does it have to be them? Why risk sending that information to a corrupt cop or bureaucrat? There are heroes in this city who need that information – real heroes who can’t navigate the world Hellfire lives in. Think Daredevil, Moon Knight, the Avengers, and…Spider-Man.”
Mary Jane stopped after she said that name. She couldn’t help but smile upon saying it. The scenario in her head gave him extra attention. She could literally see herself whispering into Peter’s ear, tipping him off about someone who had come to the Hellfire Club looking for a good time. She then imagined him beating that someone to a pulp and taking him in before he could hurt anyone else. It wasn’t the same as having superpowers and fighting crime, but it had the potential to do good in the same way.
It was an exciting possibility. However, Mary Jane had to convince Emma that it was a good idea. She expected her to be skeptical. Then, when she stopped pacing and confronted her, she saw another shift in her demeanor.
“So you’re telling me you want to turn the Hellfire Club – a former hub of the Inner Circle and all things corrupt – into a hub for helping heroes,” said Emma, sounding both serious and skeptical. “You want to use the debauchery of this club celebrates to make the world a better place.”
“Well that’s a bit simplistic, but…yeah,” said Mary Jane with a sheepish grin.
Emma paused for a moment. Mary Jane felt somewhat nervous, wondering if she was prepared to reject this idea outright. For all she knew, she would use her telepathy to wipe her memory of this entire conversation. That didn’t happen though. Near as she could tell, Emma was actually considering this.
Then, a strange smile formed on the platinum blonde’s face. She cast her an approving gaze, as though she had just passed an important test. With a glint of pride in her eyes, Emma stood up and walked over to her.
“Mary Jane, darling…I couldn’t think of a better use for debauchery if I tried,” said Emma, “and believe me…I’ve tried more than most.”
“I’ll…take your word for it,” said Mary Jane, smiling back with a mix of relief and excitement. “So does this mean you agree? I can run this club in the way I just described? My way?”
“It means everything you think it means. I’ll even put it in writing…albeit with careful verbiage. The Hellfire Club is actually going to use sex and decadence to make the world a better place. Having been on the other end of that spectrum – having left a very dark place and seen the light with the X-men, so to speak – I can appreciate that more than most.”
When she put it in those terms, it made sense. Emma had gone through the difficult transition, leaving the Inner Circle behind and joining the X-men. Mary Jane didn’t know the details, but the results spoke for themselves.
Now standing in front of her, Emma Frost extended her hand as a means to seal the deal. Mary Jane looked at it for a moment, sensing the significance of it. This wasn’t just her accepting a job. This was the new opportunity she had been waiting for – the chance to be more than a prostitute. With burgeoning confidence, Mary Jane shook Emma’s hand and cemented her decision.
“Then it’s a deal!” she said proudly.
“Marvelous,” said Emma with an approving grin. “I believe this is cause for celebration and as it just so happens, I know exactly how to go about it.”
Upon releasing Mary Jane’s hand, the attractive blonde walked over to a fancy cabinet with a large lock on it in the corner of the office. She then opened it, revealing that it contained an impressive collection of wine and a set of crystal glasses that probably cost more than a mid-sized car. After carefully scanning the bottles, she singled out one in particular and retrieved it along with two wine glasses.
“I know it’s the middle of the day. I know some people are uncomfortable drinking before sundown, as though that somehow makes it less egregious,” said Emma.
“Luckily, I’m not one of those people,” said Mary Jane.
“Good,” she said, “because a drink like this is especially appropriate.”
“How so?”
“I’d rather you find out for yourself.”
There was a mischievous undertone in Emma’s voice. Then again, she was a mischievous person by nature so it was hard to tell. Mary Jane remained curious though. In addition, she really felt like celebrating. She just got a new job. A new opportunity came her way and she seized it. Why shouldn’t she celebrate?
She watched as Emma poured the wine into each glass. She noticed that this bottle didn’t have a label or a brand. It also had this bright red hue unlike anything she had seen before. While not a huge drinker, Mary Jane did know a thing or two about wine thanks to having rich, worldly clients. She didn’t consider herself a connoisseur, but she could safely say she had never seen wine like this before.
“There are a great many perks to working the Hellfire Club – if you can get around the secret agendas, extortion, and torture, that is,” said Emma.
“That’s a big if,” commented Mary Jane.
“You experienced more than your share while you worked here. However, you left before you could sample a few unique perks that don’t show up on a paycheck. One of those perks is having an unlimited supply of enchanted Nova Roman wine.”
“Enchanted? Nova Roma? Are those fancy wine terms or something?”
“Hardly,” said Emma as she set the bottle aside and held up each glass. “Nova Roma is the home country of Selene, the former Black Queen of the Inner Circle. You don’t need to worry about her anymore. She found herself on the wrong end of the Inner Circle’s disillusion, but she did leave behind a great many resources that the Hellfire Club can still use moving forward. Chief among those resources is this special brand of wine that you won’t get anywhere else.”
This time, Emma’s mischievous undertone was downright blatant. She now bore that eager grin that had enticed and intimidated so many. As she handed Mary Jane her glass, she found herself grinning as well. Maybe it was because of the generous salary she would be paying her to run the Hellfire Club, but there was something about her demeanor that she couldn’t help but embrace.
“Here,” said Emma, raising her glass. “To the Hellfire Club’s new manager! May this be the first of many marvelous perks!”
“Cheers, I guess,” said Mary Jane, raising her glass as well. “A new job. A new opportunity. A chance to do good and still be sexy as hell. I’m so ready for this!”
“You’re more ready than you think you are, Mary Jane,” said Emma under her breath.
Upon tapping their glasses, Emma eagerly took the first sip of her wine. She didn’t smell or swirl it. She just gulped it down eagerly and savored the taste.
It surprised Mary Jane somewhat. At the very least, it assured her the wine wasn’t spiked or something because Emma had this strange look on her face. She looked like someone had just bitten into their favorite desert. Now more curious than ever, she took a sip of the wine. As soon as the taste hit her mouth, her eyes widened.
“Wow!” exclaimed Mary Jane a she looked at the glass. “That’s good. That’s real good! And I’ve had the stuff they reserve for fancy Wall Street types.”
“Trust me. No amount of money can make a wine like this,” said Emma, still talking with that mischievous undertone.
“I don’t know who made it or how, but they deserve a blowjob and a fucking metal!”
“Glad to hear you’re so enthused,” said Emma, “but trust me. It gets better!”
Mary Jane barely heard her remark. She was too focused on the wine now. She couldn’t gulp it down fast enough. It had such a unique and wonderful taste. It was like the sweetest fruits mixed with the smoothest spirits. It poured down her mouth, throat, and stomach with a smooth, refreshing warmth the likes of which she never experienced in a drink, alcoholic or otherwise. If this was one of the perks of managing the Hellfire Club, then she was ready to start this instant.
Mary Jane finished her glass well-before Emma, who slowed down a bit after the first sip. She made sure to savor every last drop. She was now more determined than ever to make the most of this opportunity. If she could do that while enjoying some perks along the way, then she had every reason to succeed.
After savoring the wine, Mary Jane let out a content sigh. She was already inclined to ask for another glass, not caring if it meant getting intoxicated before sunset. However, before she could request any, she felt a strange new feeling form within her.
“Whoa. That’s…unexpected,” she said, shifting awkwardly where she stood.
“Whatever do you mean?” asked Emma incredulously as she finished the last of her wine.
“I’m not sure. I just feel…strange all of the sudden. There’s no way I’m drunk already, but…I swear this room just got five degrees hotter or something.”
“Relax, Mary Jane. You’re not drunk,” said Emma, still sounding as mischievous as ever. “Take a moment to collect yourself. How do you really feel?”
Mary Jane looked down at her empty wine glass and then back at Emma. The feeling inside her continued to escalate. It started with this warm feeling in her core. She thought it was just the wine, but she quickly recognized it at something else entirely.
That heat quickly spread throughout her body. She felt disoriented, yet energized. However, it was not the kind of disorientation that came with being drunk. This was different – different, yet familiar. It became even more familiar when she felt the heat start to concentrate within specific parts of her lower body. It caused her legs to shift and her thighs to rub together. It didn’t take long for her to realize what was happening here.
Her gaze narrowed towards Emma. She clearly knew what this was and if the look in her eyes was any indication, she felt it too.
“Horny,” Mary Jane finally answered. “I feel really, really horny.”
“Then the wine is doing its job,” said Emma proudly. “That presents a problem though. This being the Hellfire Club, we can’t have a horny patron leave this place unfulfilled. We have a reputation to uphold, damn it!”
Without revealing further details, Emma took their wine glasses and set them aside. She then grabbed Mary Jane’s wrist and led her out of the office. Under normal circumstances, she would’ve been reluctant to follow. However, normal circumstances didn’t apply when she was this horny.
“Where are we going?” asked Mary Jane.
“Up to your new penthouse to enjoy another little perk I’ve arranged,” answered Emma as though it were the most casual thing in the world.
“Penthouse?” she gasped.
“Oh, did I forget to mention that? How rude of me. Being the manager of the Hellfire Club comes with a free penthouse, complete with some very unique accommodations. Come with me and I’ll show you. I think you’ll find them quite satisfying!”
Up next: Perks and Proclivities
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