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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 4: Jackpots and Dreams
Queens – Homely Apartments
“Oh come on! Not again!” groaned a tired and sore Peter Parker.
It had been another frustrating day in the life of Peter Parker and, by default, Spider-Man. So far, that day consisted of arriving late to work because of a mugging on Fifth Avenue, missing another deadline that ensured Horizon Labs would not pay him a bonus this year, and a clash with Shocker left him with half-a-dozen bruises and a splitting headache. On top of all that, he arrived at his apartment to find that his electricity had been turned off…again.
Standing in a darkened apartment, restlessly flipping to light switch to confirm his stupidity, Peter’s spirit sank to a familiar low. This sort of thing happened way too often and for good reason. Being Spider-Man and holding down a steady job kept getting harder and harder. Little things like paying his bills on time often fell through the cracks. Not being a billionaire like Tony Stark or having a team like Reed Richards, he ended up in situations like this.
After giving up on the light switch, he walked over to his kitchen table to see the stack of mail he had sitting on the counter. Sure enough, one of the letters came from the electric company. It was the final notice warning him he was behind. Naturally, he overlooked it and didn’t realize it until it was too late. For someone who had a genius IQ, Peter had a nasty habit of overlooking the little things.
‘A year ago, it was the gas bill. Six months after that, my cell phone went dead. And somewhere in between, my cable service expired. Now I’ve managed to overlook the one thing that powers them all. Congratulations, Peter Parker. You’ve raised the bar for screwing yourself.’
Peter felt like punching himself as he opened the letter. As expected, it was just a matter of him overlooking a bill and overestimating the balance in his checking account. Most responsible adults don’t let that happen. Then again, most adults don’t have to deal with the responsibilities of being Spider-Man either.
‘Great. It says here I can get my power back on Monday at the earliest and that’s if my last paycheck clears from Horizon Labs. Between paying back my student loans and helping Aunt May with her debts, I’ll still be cutting it close. That’s assuming another Spider-Man related distraction doesn’t come along and that’s always a BIG assumption.’
Facing the prospect of a weekend without electricity, Peter set the bill down again and collapsed on his living room couch. He ended up burying his face in the pillow, groaning at himself for making everything so hard. He knew that being responsible wasn’t supposed to be easy, but bad luck and basic ineptitude sure made it challenging to say the least.
Peter was used to being unlucky. In fact, he had gotten pretty good at handling it since he became Spider-Man. It was the ineptitude that really bugged him. He couldn’t keep doing this to himself. He couldn’t keep screwing himself over, making everything harder while he kept trying to do the right thing. He thought he had made progress. His job at Horizon Labs certainly counted as such. It just seemed as though every bit of progress came with a setback.
‘Stop making excuses, Parker. You’re not an awkward teenager anymore. You’re not a struggling college student either. You’re an adult! You should have a better handle on your life at this point! You’ve come too far…both as Peter Parker and as Spider-Man. You need to stop tripping over yourself. You’ve gotten more than your share of breaks recently. Act on them, damn it!’
He kept scolding himself, cursing into his pillow until he hammered it into his brain. He would not miss a utility bill from here on out. He would not let himself be this inept.
After venting his frustration on himself, Peter finally turned over and looked up at his ceiling. He let out another tired groan, the soreness from his battle with Shocker catching up to him. His plans to unwind with a movie and a pizza were officially derailed. He now faced the prospect of an entire weekend without electricity. On top of that, storm clouds had rolled in over the city. Thunder began to echo outside and rain would soon follow. It promised to be a cold, dreary weekend. He needed to figure out how he would manage.
‘I guess I can stand to sleep in a dark apartment for one night. It’d be nice if I could crash somewhere else in the meantime. Aunt May tells me her door is always open, but I’m trying REAL hard not to interfere with her life. I’vw put her through enough, being Spider-Man and making her a target. She needs to know I can handle myself so she can stop worrying.’
It used to be a first resort, turning to Aunt May when he messed up. Peter wanted to make that a last resort this time. He owed it to himself and the woman who raised him. It was the responsible thing to do, but it did limit his options.
‘Guess I need to decide who I’ll burden this time. That list is pretty damn short. There are only a few I really feel comfortable turning to and even fewer I can talk to about this shit.’
As Peter mulled over that short list of people, one name in particular came to mind. It was a name that always put a smile on his face, even on a day like this. He had been avoiding it, but it always seemed to find him.
“Mary Jane,” he found himself saying out loud. “I don’t want to keep complicating your life, but damn it…you make mine so much more bearable.”
He sighed and shook his head, the smile on his face not fading for a second. Every time he thought about her, memories of the passionate nights they shared came back to him. From the first night she gave him the “VIP Treatment” to the last night they slept together, every moment he spent with her was another moment he treasured.
Those moments were difficult to come by though. Between his life as Spider-Man and her life as a high-end prostitute, creating those moments wasn’t easy. It was hard enough, her being involved with a superhero and him being involved with someone who fucked other men for money. The sex had been great, but there were a lot of complications in between. They hadn’t really figured out what they were together or what they could become.
‘This is where I always get stuck. I finally find someone I can confide in – someone I can turn to when I’m feeling lost or vulnerable. But we both have secret lives that can destroy us if we let it. Sure, the sex is great, but we put each other at risk by being close. The way things are – it’s just too risky. There has to be a better way…and that way can’t involve me crashing at your place just because I forgot to pay my electric bill.’
It was tempting, calling Mary Jane up and hoping she wasn’t with one of her clients. Her condo was way nicer than his anyway. She also had a habit of walking around in her underwear so that made calling her up more tempting. However, Peter decided to resist the urge, not wanting to burden her more than he already had. He needed to figure something out.
‘I can’t let it happen again. I can’t let my crazy double-life hurt someone else…even if that someone also happens to have a crazy double-life. Gwen is dead because I couldn’t control that craziness. I will NOT let that happen with Mary Jane.’
Peter made this promise to himself before. In fact, he seemed to re-make this promise every time he spoke to her. After what happened to Gwen, it was worth belaboring. Mary Jane Watson was an amazing woman and not just because of the intimacy they shared. What she went through, what she did, and why she did it – she was unique to say the least.
‘Then again, Mary Jane Watson is NOT Gwen Stacy. Gwen never had to escape an asshole father, work as a stripper, or avoid the police every day of her life. Hell, in some respects, Mary Jane is uniquely qualified to handle the craziness of my life. She’s used to being a target. In fact, I think it even turns her on in some case.’
He immediately recalled their dirty phone exchange a while back. Again, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling. Mary Jane didn’t just encourage her to be Spider-Man. She actually got off on it…literally. That alone proved her ability to handle craziness, albeit in a lurid sort of way.
As fitting as that might have been, Peter shook his head to purge himself of such distracting thoughts. He was doing it again. He was getting too close to someone he cared about. Even if she didn’t mind – even if she enjoyed it, as well – he couldn’t do this to another woman.
‘ You’re doing it again. You’re looking for reasons to be irresponsible. Don’t do that to yourself. Don’t do it to Mary Jane either. She’s vulnerable enough with her line of work. Don’t make it worse. Whatever is growing between us – this isn’t the way to deal with it. You’ve got more pressing concerns right now. Don’t drag Mary Jane into them.’
Peter let out another exasperated sigh as he contemplated his options. If he wasn’t going to burden Mary Jane with his problems, then what was he going to do? Should he even talk to her while he was this low? He had to be responsible with Mary Jane. Different or not, he couldn’t make the same mistakes he made with Gwen.
With very limited options before him, Peter was ready to pass out on his couch in a heap of darkness and irresponsibility. Perhaps some rest would help him decide a better course of action. He doubted anyone could make a responsible decision after a battle with Shocker.
Then, as Peter’s eyes began to droop, he felt the phone in his pocket go off. He would’ve let it go to voicemail if he hadn’t recognized the ringtone as Nickelback’s “Next Go Round,” which he designated specifically for Mary Jane Watson. Having been jarred awake, he reached into his pocket and took out his phone, seeing on the screen the picture of Mary Jane’s alluring gaze looking back at him.
“This is either an ominous sign or a major warning,” Peter told himself. “It’ll turn out either really good or really bad.”
Now, the prospect of dragging Mary Jane into his problems was out of his hands. Never knowing what to expect from her or the craziness in their respective lives, he answered his phone.
“Mary Jane? Is everything okay?” said Peter instinctively.
“And hello to you too, Tiger,” she replied in that overly sexy tone of hers. “What’s the matter? Rough day? It must have been if you assume I’m calling because something’s wrong.”
“You know me well…too well,” said Peter, already feeling like an ass.
“Then I’ll just assume you did have a rough day. That way we can skip that part of the conversation and get to more pressing matters.”
“How pressing?” he asked curiously. “I know you too, Mary Jane. I know you don’t use your phone sex tone unless you have a reason – a good, often insanely sexy reason.”
“You know my phone sex tone that well?” she quipped playfully. “Good. That saves me even more trouble.”
Peter immediately sat up from his couch, now fully alert in more ways than one. He hadn’t known Mary Jane for very long, but he had picked up on some of her subtleties. He could tell when she had a rough day, dealt with a bad client, or just felt generally overwhelmed by her life. This wasnot one of those times. In fact, her willingness to use that overtly sexual undertone over the phone indicated that this was the exact opposite.
“Something’s come up, Peter. Something crazy yet amazing,” Mary Jane told him.
“I think that sums up both of our lives pretty well,” Peter joked. “What is it?”
“I’d rather not tell you over the phone. You might not believe me if I did.”
“I’ve fought aliens, vampires, and monsters from other dimensions. Try me.”
“I’m tempted, but I’d rather show you. I’m going to text you an address. I want you to meet me there tomorrow at noon. Get plenty of sleep while you’re at it. You’re going to need it!”
Those words, and the tone she said them in, made Peter’s heart jump and his pants tighten. Mary Jane was doing it again, utilizing her uncanny knack for seducing men to override his crippling doubts and constant reservations. No matter how much he promised to keep this woman away from his crazy life, she drew him in and she embraced the craziness along the way. It might not have felt wholly responsible, but it felt too damn right.
“I’ll be there. I promise,” said Peter intently, taking yet another risk with those fateful words.
“I’ll be waiting, Tiger,” Mary Jane replied, throwing some extra seduction into her tone for good measure, “and be sure to wear your ‘work uniform.’ Trust me. That’ll make what I have to show you so much easier…among other things.”
The Next Day
It was never easy, recovering after a hard battle. Even though he could heal better than most, Peter still struggled with aches and pains like everyone else, making the day after such a battle a struggle to say the least. This time, however, he didn’t struggle at all to get out of bed the next morning. No amount of soreness could keep him from Mary Jane Watson.
Peter spent most of last evening resting up, which wasn’t easy in his darkened apartment. Without electricity, all he could do was sleep and recuperate. This proved challenging because he kept entertaining thoughts of what Mary Jane would show him. It seemed every time they got together, she raised the bar for sexiness, intimacy, and affection. Between thoughts of her naked and the intimate affection she offered, he could only get so much sleep. He liked to think he got enough to manage another encounter with Mary Jane, but that remained to be seen.
Peter couldn’t throw on his Spider-Man costume and leave his darkened apartment fast enough. Not surprisingly, the universe didn’t make it too easy for him. As expected, a storm rolled in overnight. Heavy rain poured all over the city and would likely continue for the rest of the day, giving him even more incentive to stay out of his apartment and with Mary Jane. He swung through this dreary mess, ignoring the cold and the rain every step of the way. No force of nature was going to keep him from this woman.
‘I’m on my way, Mary Jane. Unless Galactus shows up in the next five minutes, I’ll be there. You sure know how to inspire a man, for better or for worse. I know we haven’t talked about that – how we’ve been inspiring each other lately. I want to talk about that, but first things first.’
Never knowing what to expect from this amazing woman, Peter arrived at the location that Mary Jane gave him yesterday. He landed on the roof of what looked to be a fairly typical office building in a sea of similar buildings in Midtown Manhattan. Now perched upon the ledge of the building under the pouring rain, he saw a familiar figure standing in the distance near a doorway holding an umbrella.
“Well, I don’t see Galactus,” said Peter under his breath.
No Spider Sense meant no danger. Peering through the rainy haze, he confirmed that it was Mary Jane Watson. She was in her considerably less sexy attire, consisting of a pair of jeans, a halter top, and black heeled boots. Then again, she made anything she wore sexy so Peter wasn’t complaining. Smiling underneath his mask, he hopped off the perch and approached her.
“Heya Tiger. You’re right on time,” Mary Jane greeted.
“Well you give a guy a lot of incentive,” Peter replied. “I think I can speak for every boss and ex-girlfriend I’ve ever had when I say being on time is a big deal.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” she said, “but only if you take mine when I say this is a bigger deal for me.”
“Guess it’s only fair,” he shrugged. “You do have a knack for raising the stakes in everything you do – that and looking good in a thong.”
“I’m serious. This might be the biggest deal of my life. And since you’ve become part of that life, it’s bound to affect you. How much it’ll effect you though – well, that depends.”
“On what, exactly?” asked Peter curiously.
“On how you react to me being the new manager of the Hellfire Club,” replied Mary Jane.
Peter blinked a few times under his mask. He needed a minute to process what he just heard. His Spider Sense wasn’t going off so that meant there wasn’t any danger, but that didn’t stop every other sense went off.
Mary Jane had been exceedingly open about her history. She didn’t hide all the dirty details about how she became a high-end prostitute. Those details included her brief time as a stripper and sex worker at the Hellfire Club, a place that she once described as being as dangerous a windowless basement at the Kingpin’s penthouse. She said on more than one occasion that she went out of her way to avoid this place after she left. The idea of her coming back to it – never mind the idea of her running it – took a moment to process.
Sensing his confusion, Mary Jane walked up to him through the pouring rain and latched onto his arm. She then cast him a playful yet ominous smile.
“Follow me,” she told him. “Let’s get out of this ugly weather. I’m sure you have questions.”
“Um…more than a few,” said Peter. “When you say you’re the new manager of the Hellfire Club, you mean…”
She cut him off before he could go any further.
“I mean exactly what I said,” Mary Jane affirm. “Yes, it’s that Hellfire Club. And yes, I am its new manager. Now hurry up. It’s cold out here and I don’t want that handsome ass of yours to freeze.”
Still at a loss, Peter stammered incoherently as Mary Jane led him towards the rooftop entrance. All sorts of crazy scenarios played out in his head. Knowing this woman, the truth was probably crazier than anything he could imagine.
Mary Jane showed no signs of discomfort or anxiety. If anything, she seemed excited, eagerly leading her into this building and urging him along every step of the way. Peter had been around this woman when she got excited and not just in a sexual way either. He learned early on that when Mary Jane was in a determined state of mind, there was little that could stop her.
“I’ll start by saying what we’ve both been thinking lately,” said Mary Jane upon entering the building and setting aside her umbrella. “Our lives have changed…a lot. That night you saved me from Hobgoblin – it changed everything.”
“Yeah. I’d say that’s accurate,” said Peter as she led him through a stairwell.
“I’m not just talking about that night or all the nights that followed. I’m not even talking about all the great sex we’ve had…although that did have an impact.”
“Good to know,” he said, grinning under his mask despite his confusion.
“It’s taken a while for me to process all these changes and what they mean,” she continued in a more serious tone. “I think it’s finally sunk in now. I think I finally understand what you’ve done for me, Peter Parker. I hope I’ve done the same for you.”
Peter was still confused, but did not doubt her sincerity. He continued to follow her, letting her guide him a few floors down and past a secure door that opened automatically for her. They then made their way towards a secure lobby of sorts, one that felt a lot more secure than a typical office building. Near as he could tell, there was nobody here. For all he knew, Mary Jane made sure they would be the only ones in this building today.
Still determined, the attractive redhead let go of his arm so that she could activate one of the elevators. She actually singled out one in particular, using a keycard and a biometrics panel to activate it. Peter couldn’t help but be curious and a little concerned, but Mary Jane remained as excited and certain as ever.
As they waited for the elevator to arrive, she walked up to him again and pulled him into an affectionate embrace. For once, there was nothing overly sexual about her gesture. This was just her enjoying that special intimacy that they had created with one another – an intimacy that had grown in meaning, despite the complications of their crazy lives.
“You’ve helped me see things in ways I’ve never seen – feel things I never thought I’d feel,” said Mary Jane with unmistakable affection in her every word. “I spent so many years detaching myself from others, thinking I had to keep everyone at arm’s length to be on my own. Then you came along and changed all that for the better.”
“Yeah…definitely better,” said Peter distantly.
“You gave me something I’ve never had in my life – a perspective that I’d never even considered. For so long, I avoided taking chances. I’ve done only what I need to do to survive another day as a prostitute and nothing more. You inspired me to look beyond that life. You dared me to take a chance at being something more. Most importantly, you taught me how to be responsible with these chances. I just needed to be ready when the opportunity came along. Well, guess what? That opportunity is here!”
“Here? At the Hellfire Club?” said Peter, still processing the scope of this situation.
“Yes,” she affirmed, “but it’s not the same club I left. It’s different now.”
“Different? How can you be sure of that?”
“Because I’m in charge now,” she said strongly, “and I intend to use it responsibly.”
Mary Jane sounded so certain. Peter had never heard her speak with such authority – not while fully clothed anyways. Something had clearly changed and he was a big part of that change. He could see the extent of that change in Mary Jane’s eyes. She was bolder, stronger, and more ambitious – a potent combination for any one, let alone one with Mary Jane Watson’s charisma.
As her words sunk in, Mary Jane removed his mask to reveal his face. He didn’t allow a lot of people to do that. Mary Jane was among the select few. Having come to trust her more than anyone since Gwen died, he let her caress his face as she gazed into his eyes.
“You’re a hero, Peter. You turned a personal tragedy into a special drive – one that turned Spider-Man into a hero,” she continued. “I don’t have superpowers. I can’t be a hero.”
“I don’t know. Your lap-dancing skills might qualify as superhuman,” said Peter with a sheepish grin.
“Well let’s assume that’s still not enough,” said Mary Jane with a humored grin. “I have a chance to do something special with my talents – something that I can use to turn a mistake into a triumph. That’s what I hope to do here.”
Peter began to see what she was getting at. She told him multiple times how she considered her time at the Hellfire Club a mistake. It was a mistake that could’ve ended much worse if she had made a few fateful decisions. Few people got a chance to turn those kinds of mistakes around. He got that chance after Uncle Ben died. It seemed Mary Jane had a similar chance before her.
He still couldn’t wrap his head around it, her getting that chance with the Hellfire Club of all places. He actually looked into it after he first met Mary Jane. According to his friends at the X-men – namely Wolverine – it involved some pretty nasty people. They did a lot of irresponsible things behind the scenes – things that went beyond that of a typical strip club. Something must have changed for Mary Jane to jump at this chance.
The door to the secure elevator finally opened. Mary Jane reluctantly broke the embrace and led him inside, once again using a keycard and a biometrics scanner to get it moving. Peter was still curious and a bit anxious, but he continued to trust this woman.
“The Hellfire Club is undergoing some major changes,” said Mary Jane as the elevator descended. “I don’t know if your superhero buddies have told you, but the nasty people who ran it before are out of the picture.”
“Must have missed that part of the last superhero newsletter,” said Peter. “Then again, they don’t exactly tell me everything. I’m not on good terms with all of them.”
“They just don’t appreciate your charm like I do,” she said playfully, “but they do appreciate removing bad people from a shady business like this. I hope they also appreciate that parts of that business do have merit. The Hellfire Club was selling lap dances, blowjobs, and one night stands. Not drugs, bombs, and rocket launchers.”
“Some might appreciate that more than others. Tony Stark certainly comes to mind.”
“Then I think they’ll agree that the Hellfire Club still has something to offer. In the right hands, it can offer even more. That’s where I come in!”
She said this with such pride and confidence. Peter had never seen her like this. Mary Jane always carried herself with some confidence – and not just when she wore obscenely revealing lingerie – but it was always so measured. She didn’t deny her mistakes and shortcomings. She admitted that she had underachieved for much of her life, something that set her apart from villains and heroes alike. Now here she was, owning up to them and rising above them.
Peter’s curiosity grew as the elevator door opened. He then followed her out into a fancy, nicely decorated hall. It reminded him somewhat of the décor he saw in the homes of the Kingpin or Norman Osborn. This place had definitely been designed by people with irresponsible intentions, but Mary Jane’s presence gave it a new ambience.
“I’ve been on the right and wrong side of the law,” Mary Jane continued as she led him through the hall. “I’ve lived much of my adult life in legally gray areas. The fact I’ve never been arrested means I’ve lived that life fairly well.”
“Well you haven’t been shot at by the NYPD so you’ve definitely fared better than me,” said Peter.
“For better or worse, it’s a world I’m comfortable in. It’s a world I can navigate. That’s why I’m uniquely qualified to set a new vision for the Hellfire Club – one that can function in this world responsibly.”
As more pieces came together, they finally arrived at their destination. Mary Jane led Peter to a set of double doors that reminded him of the entrance to Tony Stark’s office at Stark Tower. He watched as the beautiful redhead proudly opened it and led him inside, revealing an exceedingly fancy office fit only for those who with special qualifications. By that standard, Mary Jane Watson was special indeed.
“Welcome to the new Hellfire Club, Peter Parker!” she said proudly. “You’re officially the first man to visit the office of its new general manager. What do you think?”
Peter was at a loss for words. He hadn’t been at this much of a loss since the first time he saw Mary Jane naked. He watched as she proudly sat at the large, mahogany desk, as if to prove that this was no joke. She was the new boss at this place and she certainly carried herself like one.
He ended up smiling at her in astonishment, gazing around at this fancy office and marveling at Mary Jane’s new lot in life. The size of this office was comparable to his apartment. It had a wine bar in the corner, a gas fireplace built into the wall, and a couch that probably folded out into a king sized bed – most likely for bedding beautiful women. In addition, the entire back wall behind the desk was a large one-way window that overlooked the club below. After taking in some of the ambience, Peter walked up to this window and gazed down at the domain that Mary Jane now ran.
Already, she was giving this place her own special touch. He saw an army of workers and contractors, working feverishly to clean and renovate this place for its grand reopening. The old Victorian-style décor was being ripped up, replaced by more contemporary features. This wasn’t just going to be an old-school sex club. It was going to be a real club of sorts, one that catered to every kind of decadent whim and for all the right reasons.
Peter couldn’t help but grin. It was so appropriate, given Mary Jane’s unique party girl nature. She was taking control of something that almost took control of her. He could see why she had embraced this opportunity. It was her way of jarring herself from the irresponsibility of her past.
“Mary Jane Watson – high-end prostitute turned manager of a high-end strip club,” he said. “There’s something amazingly fitting about that.”
“My thought’s exactly,” said Mary Jane, now looking out over the club as well. “I just started the renovations. I’ve already set a date for the grand re-opening. The Hellfire Club is going to be better than ever…and not just because there will be less extortion, torture, and slavery.”
“Sounds like a welcome change,” said Peter, “but I don’t get the sense it’ll be totally legit.”
“And you’d be right about that. This club is still going to provide services that’ll upset the NYPD’s vice squad. I hope that’s not a problem for the superhero crowd.”
“You’ve always been open about the semi-legal nature of your work, Mary Jane. If it hasn’t bothered me by now, then assume it’s not going to.”
“Good, because that semi-legal stuff will be what keeps this club responsible. If being a high-end prostitute has taught me anything, it’s that common men and common criminals seek the same vices. If they have the means and the time, they’ll indulge those vices. I’m glad to give that to the common man with no strings attached beyond the money. For the criminals though – well, let’s just say their irresponsibility can catch up to them. That process is a lot easier when the club manager has a superhero stud on speed-dial.”
Peter turned towards Mary Jane with a look of intrigue. Once again, it took a moment for the implications to sink in. What she just described sounded less like a woman embracing a new job and more like a woman looking to do some good with her newfound role.
“Are you serious, Mary Jane?” asked Peter intently.
“As serious as my bra size, Tiger,” said Mary Jane proudly. “It would be so easy, just taking this job and running this place like it used to. I just sit back, keep the indulgences flowing, and live comfortably off the money. And I’m not gonna lie. Before I met you, I probably would’ve done that. It would’ve been the easiest path to take.”
“But it wouldn’t have been the most responsible,” said Peter, finishing her thought for her.
Mary Jane turned back towards him and grinned. She then embraced him again, snaking her arms around his neck and conveying to him the same affection as earlier.
“You’re right. It wouldn’t be,” she said, “and I don’t want to fall into old habits. I want to be responsible. I want to do the right thing with the power I have. You use your webs to make this city better. I use the influence that comes with being the manager of the Hellfire Club.”
“I think it’s debatable which power is stronger,” said Peter with a half-grin.
“Whatever power I use, I owe a lot of this to you, Peter. You helped me see the irresponsibility in my life. You inspired me to be better. You did all this on top of giving me some damn good sex.”
“Well if it helps get the point across…” he said, letting his words trail off.
Mary Jane’s grin widened as she affectionately placed her finger on his lips, silencing him from any further remarks. She clearly needed to say this. She needed to convey what this meant to her. That meaning came with many other feelings that went beyond responsibility or great sex.
This was something Peter had always hoped to achieve as Spider-Man, inspiring others to be responsible just as Uncle Ben inspired him. Granted, he didn’t expect to inspire a high-end prostitute to achieve something like this, but that didn’t stop him from embracing it every bit as much as Mary Jane.
“That day you saved my life – you also upended it in the best possible way,” said Mary Jane. “You didn’t just help me connect with someone. You helped me connect with a part of myself I cast aside. For that, I can’t thank you enough, Peter Parker. You’re a very special man. You’ve become a big part of my life…and I still want you to be part of it.”
“I do too, Mary Jane,” said Peter strongly, “but…”
She silenced him again, this time with her lips. A kiss from Mary Jane Watson was capable of silencing any man. Peter had learned that first-hand since he met her. He also learned that a great many feelings could be conveyed through this simple act.
“It’s a risk. I know,” said Mary Jane, upon breaking the kiss. “Being involved with you is dangerous. But I’m used to the danger. I thrive in the danger. I’m willing to take that chance. Are you, Peter?”
It was a bold question, one that put him and Spider-Man in a difficult position. This time, however, the answer couldn’t be clearer. There were no reservations. There were no crippling doubts. He had been avoiding such risks since Gwen Stacy died and for good reason. However, if any woman was worth the risk for all the right reasons, it was Mary Jane Watson.
“Yes. I’m willing,” said Peter strongly.
“Then kiss me again and seal the deal!” said Mary Jane.
Without a shred of hesitation, Peter did just that. He kissed this beautiful woman again. This time he conveyed the many powerful feelings she evoked within him – feelings that he thought he’d never feel again. He dared to connect with this woman that fateful night their paths crossed. That connection had only grown stronger. Now here they were, sharing in its fruits. It was an amazing feeling, especially after all the anguish he felt after Gwen’s death.
When their lips parted again, they just exchanged affectionate smiles. Peter clung to this beautiful woman with his powerful arms, ready to strengthen that connection. Then, he saw a distinct shift in Mary Jane’s expression. Her tender affection gave way to that mischievous grin that often led to such deviant yet memorable moments.
“Now that we’ve dealt with that, I can move onto the other reason I invited you here,” said Mary Jane.
“You always have other reasons,” said Peter jokingly. “Those reasons often involve full or partial nudity, but I don’t mind.”
“I’m sure you don’t,” she replied with a bemused grin, “and while I’m sure you’re eager to bend me over this desk and fuck my brains out, I think a more fitting celebration is in order.”
“Fitting how?” he asked curiously, certain parts of his body being more curious than others.
“By making use of the new resources at my disposal,” she answered. “Here, I’ll show you!”
Breaking the affectionate embrace, Mary Jane grabbed his wrist again and led him over to the large plush couch in the far corner of the office. He was past the point of doubting her so he followed along willingly. A part of him also couldn’t help but be aroused, given Mary Jane’s knack for crafting obscenely sensual experiences.
Upon arriving at the couch, she sat him down and sat down next to him. She then gave him his Spider-Man mask back.
“Here. Put this back on,” she told him. “I know how you are with your identity. I want you to be comfortable.”
“Well this wouldn’t be the first time I’ve worn it during our celebrations,” said Peter.
“Very true, but trust me. You’ve never celebrated like this!”
He cast her a confident, yet eager grin. Mary Jane knew how to use his trust in her to the utmost. It made for some memorable experiences to say the least. He had little doubt that this would be any different.
Once his mask was back on, Mary Jane reached into a compartment on the side of the couch and retrieved a small remote control of sorts. She then held it up and entered a few commands.
“We’re ready!” she called out. “I hope you’re ready too!”
He didn’t know who Mary Jane was talking to, but he assumed she heard them. Shortly after entering the commands on the remote, he heard some hidden gears in the floor activate. Then, a part of the floor opened up, revealing a hidden compartment. Once again, it reminded him of the features he saw in the lairs of the Kingpin’s hideouts. This time, Mary Jane Watson was in control and that assured him that this was a spectacle worth seeing.
Once the panels in the floor opened up, this spectacle literally rose up from below. It came in the form of a small circular stage, complete with a stripper pole and strobe lights. Almost immediately, a stream of sexy music began playing on the speakers throughout the office. Along with this music and this stage came a new figure, one that made Peter’s eyes widen under his mask.
“My friendly neighborhood Spider-Man…meet the astonishingly sexy Emma Frost,” said Mary Jane proudly. “She is the Hellfire Club’s reigning queen, so to speak. And she’s agreed to help us celebrate.”
Once again, Peter was left in a state of stunned silence. Like Mary Jane, the woman standing on the stage before him looked exceedingly qualified to work at the Hellfire Club. Everything from her platinum blond hair, her perfect hourglass figure, and her oversized breasts – which could not be natural – radiated sex. In addition, the attire she wore – and didn’t wear – certainly complemented that figure.
That attire was nothing short of regal, which was fitting given the title Mary Jane gave her. It consisted of a white bustier that pushed her breasts together perfectly, a matching white cape with animal fur lining the neck, long gloves with matching boots that ran up to her thighs, and a G-string thong that revealed more than enough to divert the blood in any straight man’s body. Peter was so taken by this woman’s appearance that he barely noticed Mary Jane curl up next to him and shoot the attractive blonde with a suggestive look.
“So this is the famous Spider-Man,” said Emma Frost, her voice echoing with a potent mix of authority and sensuality. “You look taller in your pictures, but Ms. Watson here tells me you’re quite fit in other ways.”
“Don’t let the spandex fool you. He’s got it where it counts,” said Mary Jane, her arms now draped over Peter.
“Guess we’ll find out soon enough,” said Emma, already starting to move to the music. “It’s been a while since I broke out my old stripper gear and put on a private show.”
“And it looks as good as ever on you,” commented Mary Jane. “Thanks again for channeling your former talents. You know I wouldn’t have asked if it weren’t appropriately fitting.”
“That remains to be seen. I’ve become much more selective about the men I perform for, but if a man happens to warrant an exception…”
“Oh he’s exceptional!” said Mary Jane, leaving no room for doubt. “That’s why he deserves the best and last I checked, that’s your specialty.”
“You’re goddamn right it is!”
This woman spoke with an authority fit for a queen. With a skill and grace that made it clear she had extensive experience on stage, Emma began dancing. She started off simple, shaking her hips and swaying her body, keeping with the rhythm of the music. At one point, she turned around and bent over so he could admire her thong-clad ass. Peter gasped so hard he almost choked on his mask.
“Wow…” he finally said.
“Don’t get too shell shocked, Tiger. She’s just getting warmed up!” Mary Jane whispered into his ear.
Peter remained frozen as he watched the spectacle unfold. Emma Frost danced around the pole, strutting proudly and radiating a kind of sassy sensuality that was wholly unique. He thought Black Cat flaunted her sexuality to an excessive degree. Compared to this woman, she was an amateur.
Emma continued her routine, moving and strutting along the small stage, putting on a show that got Spider-Man’s heart racing. As the first song ended, she playfully got down on her hands and knees, crawled to the edge of the stage, and leaned towards him so that her cleavage was in plain view. Again, Peter was too speechless to say anything.
“My associate here says you’re a very special man,” said Emma. “She would know. She has a knack for telling the good ones from the bad.”
“They also have a knack for finding me at just the right times,” added Mary Jane under her breath, still curled up next to Peter on the couch.
“She says good men should be reward. Good men should have a front row seat to the best shows this club has to offer. I agree with her. I had to learn the hard way, but I agree that good men deserve recognition. As such, Mary Jane insisted that I recognize you before she fully accepts her role here at the Hellfire Club. I decided it was a fair and even deal.”
Peter turned to Mary Jane briefly, who still had that mischievous grin on her face. He then turned back towards Emma, who was every bit as mischievous, if not more so. The idea that Spider-Man got rewarded for her heroics – something the Norman Osborns and J. Jonah Jamesons of the world went out of their way to undermine – still felt downright alien. It might have taken a good long while, but it seemed his infamous Parker Luck had been reversed.
“Fair…fair is good,” said Peter, his mask failing to hide his awkward tone.
“Guess she was right about you being rather timid as well,” said Emma with a humored laugh. “No matter. I can work around that. In this case, recognition involves a full striptease, a lap dance, and whatever else I deem appropriate.”
“Appropriate…right,” said Peter sheepishly.
“Ms. Watson here will remain by your side every step of the way,” she added. “She might even aid me along the way.”
“Only if necessary,” said Mary Jane coyly.
“Of course,” agreed Emma, “but for now…just sit back, relax, and enjoy a show that only a true queen can offer!”
With that royal proclamation, the show continued. Another round of music began playing and Emma Frost started a new routine. Peter Parker didn’t dare say anything or move a muscle. It wasn’t like he could try. Mary Jane kept a firm grip on him, as if to hold him upright so that he didn’t miss a second of the show.
“You heard her, Tiger. This is all for you,” said Mary Jane. “Think of it as my way of thanking you for all you done for me…as well as a taste of the world I came from.”
She casually rested her head on his shoulder and watched the show with him, her grin never fading. She wanted this for him. She wanted him to enjoy an experience usually reserved for privileged or the corrupt. It was an open defiance of typical Parker luck and even that luck was no match for Mary Jane’s efforts.
With this beautiful woman’s support and embrace, Peter Parker finally let himself relax so he could soak in the breadth of this show. He could already feel his skin-tight uniform getting tighter in some places. If Emma Frost’s seductive gaze was any indication, this was just a prelude.
‘Mary Jane was right about you. You are somewhat…awkward. She assured me you make up for it in other ways. I look forward to testing every one of them!’
Peter swore he actually heard this woman’s voice in her head. He would’ve taken a moment to wonder if he was going crazy, but he didn’t divert his attention to Emma Frost’s show. At the rate the blood was flowing into his lower body, he didn’t have the capacity anyways.
As the music played, Emma displayed uncanny dance skills on the stage. She shook her hips, swayed her torso, and pulled off moves that were nothing short of hypnotic. She also made full use of the stripper pole, dancing around it and bouncing her body up and down, showing off her thong-clad ass at every turn. She even climbed up it a few times and used her legs to swirl around it, demonstrating a level of flexibility to go along with her dance skills. She was no amateur. That much she made clear.
“Damn! You sure she doesn’t have spider powers too?” commented Peter.
“Who knows?” shrugged Mary Jane curtly. “The way Emma flaunts her skills, pretty much everything seems like a superpower.”
The attractive blonde continued flaunting her skills, dancing and moving to the music. As the song neared the end, she began using a new set of skills. It began when she turned around, unhooked her cape, and let it fall to the stage. Then, when she turned back around, she kicked it off and stared at Peter with a new kind of intent.
“These clothes suddenly feel rather…limiting. I think it’s time I take them off,” said Emma, as if it were the most casual thing in the world.
“Um…do what you think is necessary,” said Peter, his awkwardness once again showing.
Emma laughed and so did Mary Jane. Even in the presence of two beautiful women, his nerdy tendencies came out, but they didn’t hold it against him. They didn’t hold it against him though. If anything, it encouraged them.
Another song began playing. This one was slower and more sensual. Emma’s dancing adopted this style, her movements becoming more seductive and intimate. She continued to make good use of the pole, bouncing her hips up and down, shaking her ass right in front of Peter and Mary Jane’s face. As she did this, she stealthily reached behind her back and undid the clasps of her bustier. Peter felt his heart rate jump, his mouth becoming dry with anticipation. Mary Jane’s presence and embrace helped keep him calm, but only to a point.
Slowly and steadily, Emma undid the restraints holding up the garment containing her large breasts. She never stopped dancing, still facing away and using her bouncing butt to distract him. It proved quite effective because Peter barely noticed when the bustier finally fell off. When he did notice, the anticipation escalated even more.
Emma masterfully toyed with his excitement. Facing away, her exposed breasts out of view, she continued dancing and shaking her ass. She even kicked the bustier off the stage, ensuring even fewer hindrances. When she finally did turn around, she covered her breasts with both arms. It was the cruelest of teases, but Emma’s seductive gaze ensured his patience would be rewarded.
“Awkward yet mannerly,” she said. “You deserve this, Spider-Man!”
Finally, she removed her arms, revealing her breasts to him. Peter could barely contain his gasp over the music. The sight of a topless Emma Frost almost set off his spider sense. Once again, he was glad he had his mask. There was no way he couldn’t look foolish in front of such a sight.
“Wow. Those are…wow,” said Peter with the maturity of a teenage boy.
“They’re fake, you know?” said Mary Jane, once again laughing at his reaction.
“How do you know?”
“Believe me. I know.”
His imagination ran wild, wondering how Mary Jane could know with such certainty. He could only wonder so much. Most of his energy went into taking in the sight and spectacle of a half-naked Emma Frost.
“Things don’t have to be real to be meaningful,” said the voluptuous blonde, still dancing to the music. “The real world is harsh, dirty, and corrupt. That’s why it’s important to leave room for a little fantasy.”
She continued crafting this fantasy with the skill of a master artist. She danced around the stage a few more times, this time showing off her breasts with every move. She fondled them with her hands, pinched her nipples, and leaned over to show off her impressive cleavage. Real or not, Emma Frost was a sight to behold.
Her skilled performance and uncanny sensuality flooded Peter’s senses, eventually overriding any lingering awkwardness he might have had. He was now enjoying this spectacle to the utmost. Its effect on him soon became painfully noticeable as a bulge in his skin-tight uniform began to show.
At first, he tried to conceal it. He quickly gave up, sensing that was not possible in front of a topless Emma Frost. Both she and Mary Jane soon noticed it as well. At one point, Mary Jane reached down between his legs and gently traced her hand over the bulge.
“Looks like you’re ahead of schedule, Emma. You haven’t lost your touch,” commented Mary Jane.
“Or maybe I’m just that good, darling,” said Emma with a confident grin.
“Or maybe this is just that overdue…Spider-Man enjoying soemthing like this,” she quipped, her hand still caressing his bulge.
“In that case, I won’t make him wait a second longer!”
Not knowing what she meant by this – although very eager to find out – Peter remained silent and still as Emma’s routine took another turn. She stopped dancing on the stage, letting go of the stripper’s pole and narrowing her gaze on him, specifically focusing on the bulge in his pants.
Then, once again flaunting his regal skills, she lowered herself onto the floor of the stage, doing an impressive split in the process. Once on her hands and knees, her cleavage still very visible, she crawled over towards him. Upon arriving at the edge of the stage, she grabbed onto his knees and pushed them apart, making the bulge in his pants more visible.
“That suit leaves little to the imagination. Then again, who am I to judge? What with the attire I wear…or don’t wear,” said Emma playfully.
As her seductive words echoed over the music, she reached forward with her gloved hand and traced over the outline of Peter’s bulge. His male biology reacted immediately, twitching and tensing under her touch. He let out a sharp gasp, one that his mask could not hide this time. He ached for her touch and she knew it.
“That said, imagination within a fantasy is redundant,” she said. “Sometimes, real effort is necessary for real results.”
With Peter’s lurid imagination still in overdrive, Emma turned towards Mary Jane, whose head still rested comfortably on Peter’s shoulder. She looked like she was enjoying the show as well and was every bit as intent on making this fantasy work. Sensing this, Emma casually reached out and pointed the tip of her glove at her.
“Mary Jane, would you be a darling and help me out?” asked Emma casually.
“Of course,” said Mary Jane without hesitation. “We whores have to support each other, after all.”
In a strikingly sensual act, which might very well have been planned from the beginning, Mary Jane used her teeth to bite on the tip of Emma’s glove so that she could remove it effortlessly. Once the first glove was off, Emma then pointed at her with the other hand and the same spectacle unfolded. Peter watched this spectacle in awe. If the effortlessness was any indication, these two had done this before and had refined the process to be as sexy as possible.
Once her gloves were off and cast aside, Emma Frost refocused her attention on the bulge in Peter’s pants. She began playfully tracing over the edge, causing it to twitch and react more strongly. It was just the reaction she wanted, but she clearly wanted more. They both did at this point.
“You like it. You want it. You crave it!” said Emma intently.
“Yes. I…I do,” said Peter, short of breath.
“And you’ll get it,” she said, “but with my special touch!”
“Special…” he began, only to be cut off by Mary Jane.
“Don’t waste time asking questions, Tiger,” she said. “Let her show you.”
Peter took her advice, falling dead silent and freezing himself in place so that Emma Frost could work this special touch of hers. She continued teasing the bulge in his pants with her hands, as if to mold it to her desires. He had to shift a few times, allowing her to adjust his arousal accordingly. She was gentle, but the intense look in her eyes hinted it wouldn’t stay that way.
Another song began playing. This one was more energetic, reverting to the style of the music that played during her first dance. This style triggered a shift in her routine. Emma remover her hand from his crotch and stood up again. She then stepped off the stage, leaned over Peter so that her oversized breasts were right in his face, and whispered into his ears.
“I assume Mary Jane has given you a lap dance before,” she said to him. “You should know…I taught her.”
It came off as both a warning and a boast, one that made him regret wearing such a tight uniform. He heard Mary Jane chuckle in his other ear, not contesting Emma’s claim in the slightest. He had no reason not to believe it and every reason to anticipate the spectacle to come.
“Mary Jane, be a doll and give us some room,” said Emma in an overly polite tone.
“By all means, Emma,” said Mary Jane playfully.
Mary Jane got up off the couch and stepped aside, leaving Peter to face a topless Emma Frost by himself. It was almost as intimidating as a battle against Doc Ock, but he didn’t dare back down, albeit for very different reasons.
Now with plenty of room to work with, Emma Frost began giving him a lap dance. Once again, she flaunted her uncanny skills and unparalleled sexuality. With the music still playing, she danced in front of him for a moment, rubbing her breasts in his face every chance she got. She then crawled onto his lap and grinded her pelvis against his, further shaping the bulge in his pants. She was so thorough. Peter gasped and grunted, her efforts literally taking his breath away.
He didn’t dare move a muscle, giving Emma free reign to do what she needed. This proved increasingly difficult though. As her body swayed and her semi-exposed flesh grinded against his, Peter’s hands longed to reach out and feel this beautiful woman’s naked skin. He ended up clutching the top of the couch to hold himself back.
However, Emma eventually made it easier for him. As she was busy grinding her pelvis against him, she reached over, grasped his hands, and guided them onto her breasts. Even though he still wore his gloves, the feeling of her fleshy mounds in his grip took his breath away once more.
“No need to be overly polite, darling,” Emma told him. “Ms. Watson asked that I waive any and all touching rules during this performance. Since she’s the manager of this club now, who am I to argue?”
“Yeah…makes sense,” said Peter, slipping deeper into a daze.
Emma kept grinning seductively as Peter fondled her breasts, showing off his superhuman grip in the process. He tried not to squeeze too hard, but Emma actually responded favorably to his strength. In fact, it seemed to turn her on. This lead to more touching and fondling. His gloved hands explored her upper body, feeling all over her womanly contours. She purred and grinned at his touch, even moaning a few times over the music.
The attractive blonde kept dancing on his lap, grinding away to the rhythm of the music. When the song ended and another one began, she shifted her tactics again. This time, however, she showed some arousal in her gaze as well.
“Mmm…such strong hands,” said Emma. “Keep touching me like that and I’ll waive even more rules! One in particular has become rather redundant.”
“Oh? Which one is that?” asked Peter with the utmost intrigue.
Once again choosing action over words, Emma got up off his lap briefly and turned around so that he had a perfect view of her thong-clad ass. Then, as another song started playing, she began shaking her hips in his face again. This time, as she swayed her body to the rhythm, she reached for the edges of her panties.
At first, she teased him, only pretending to take them off. This didn’t last long though. Whether this was part of her routine or her growing arousal, Emma removed her thong, sensually shaking her hips as she slid it down her legs. The sight of her exposed ass brought another goofy grin to Peter’s face. In addition, the sight of her inner thighs confirmed that his touching had indeed aroused her. Something about that made the sight of her ass even more satisfying.
“You’re right. That was redundant,” said Mary Jane, now standing by the stage. “I did request you give him an all-nude lap dance at some point.”
“Indeed you did, darling,” affirmed Emma. “That point just got a lot more…urgent.”
This time, she didn’t even try to hide it. She was aroused. It wasn’t as intense as his, the bulge in his pants being proof of that, but she was eager to catch up and she knew just how to go about it.
Once again, Peter held onto the top of the couch and let Emma Frost’s continue her obscenely sexy lap dance. Now wearing nothing except her heeled boots, she took full advantage of her exposed form. She danced in front of him, shaking her ass and bending over so that he got a good view of her pussy. Then, just as before, her moves became more physical.
With more force than Peter expected, Emma shoved her butt back onto pelvis and began grinding against it. If there was any discomfort whatsoever, it faded quickly as he became mesmerized by her bouncing ass. She moved it perfectly to the rhythm of the music, showing off her flexibility as well by bending over and contorting her body with uncanny talent. As he had experienced with Mary Jane, these were the talents of a professional. Emma Frost just took these talents to another level.
As the song played out, she danced and she grinded against him, turning around a few time so he could admire her nude from. Peter also used this opportunity to take advantage of her generous touching policies, reaching out and caressing her bouncing butt. It felt every bit as intoxicating as her breasts and just as before, Emma responded favorably to his touch. He saw it in the way her expression shifted whenever he squeezed her hips. She was aroused by this and it was not just part of the act.
“What did I tell you, Emma?” said Mary Jane, watching on with this strange look of pride and vindication. “He’s a special man. He gives whores more incentive than most.”
“That he does, darling. That he does,” said Emma.
The sultry undertone of her voice intensified. The seductive glint in her eyes became more overt. Peter, now fully dazed by this woman’s performance, could only gaze back through his mask and let his powerful hands roam. Everything was driven by desire at this point, devolving into a chaotic mix of lust and spectacle.
That spectacle continued for the remainder of the song. Emma kept dancing and grinding on him, this time seeking to arouse herself almost as much as him. She turned around a few times, focusing on getting the bulge in his crotch to an unbearable state. She accomplished this with ease, getting Peter to the point where his pants could barely contain his arousal. He swore they would burst if this continued and he wouldn’t mind in the slightest.
Finally, the song ended and Emma stopped grinding against him. However, her intense gaze and seductive undertone did not fade in the slightest.
“I think I’ve teased you long enough,” said Emma.
“You think?” said Mary Jane in bemusement.
“In my defense, I thought you overstated this man’s sex appeal. In my experience, masked heroes are usually compensating for something.”
Emma shifted her body, straddling his waist so that her pelvis rubbed up perfectly against his. She then caressed his masked face, showing a rare trace of affection within her overtly sexual act.
“But you aren’t, are you? You’re different. You’re special,” said Emma.
“I…I try to be,” stammered Peter, “in a good way, that is.”
“Then you’re more than deserving of this. If anything, it’s my duty – no, my responsibility – to make this the best private lap dance ever!”
Peter was rendered speechless once more. Responsibility never sounded so damn sexy. He briefly glanced towards Mary Jane, who had a knowing grin on her face. Her influence here was both apparent and meaningful. It was like she uncovered something profound with professional sex workers going out of their way to serve heroes. It was not the kind of responsibility that his Uncle Ben taught him, but Peter had a feeling that his Uncle Ben would agree with it.
‘Wow, Mary Jane. You didn’t just make responsibility sexy as hell. You started a trend!’
Taking that responsibility seriously, Emma shifted her tactics once more. This time, there was no elaborate spectacle. She just channeled all the arousal she evoked within them and followed it accordingly.
She began by kissing over his mask, giving Peter a brief but intoxicating taste of her lips. She didn’t linger though. She quickly trailed her lips and hands down his upper body, feeling over the manly muscles that his skin-tight costume did so little to hide. Eventually, she dropped to her knees so that she was positioned right in front of the couch between his legs. Her gaze then shifted to the bulge in his pants, which was overdue for its release.
“Time to give your little friend some air. It looks like he needs it!” said Emma seductively.
“Yeah. He does,” said Peter.
He couldn’t get his pants off fast enough. They were just too unbearable at this point. It proved exceedingly difficult due to the size and extent of his arousal. He elevated his hips, eagerly pushed down his pants, and probably looked foolish in the process. Emma didn’t hold it against him though. She helped him every step of the way, grabbing the sides of the tight-fitting garment and pulling it all the way off, removing his boots and boxers in the process. As soon as they were off, he literally kicked them across the room, leaving him naked from the waist down.
His manhood now free of its confines, it stood fully erect before Emma Frost. Still on her knees with a close-up view, she grinned and licked her lips intently. Peter had seen that look in Mary Jane before – that look of raw, unapologetic lust. Emma’s arousal soon transformed into full-blown desire. She wanted to devour him every bit as much as he wanted to be devoured.
“Oh my sweet hellfire,” said Emma. “For once, my dirty imagination fails me.”
“First time for everything, I guess,” said Mary Jane, humored by Emma’s reaction.
“Well this certainly explains why you’ve been walking with more poise, Ms. Watson. What woman wouldn’t?”
“Guess you’ll just have to find out for yourself.”
“And I certainly intend to, darling!” said Emma strongly.
She looked up at Peter, casting him a sultry gaze to help communicate her intentions. He got the message loud and clear. She was going to find out and Peter had no intention of stopping her.
With his pants no longer obstructing her, Emma reached forward and grasped his rigid manhood in both hands. Peter let out a light moan as his body reacted to her touch. Like every other part of her performance, she utilized uncanny skill and care. She began by lightly stroking along the shaft, getting all the blood and fluids flowing in just the right way. Then, she leaned in and gave the tip and underside of his manhood a slightly lick with her tongue.
Peter let out louder, deeper moans in response, letting her know she was ready for him. Music was still playing, but it might as well have been background noise. This time, there was no teasing or elaborate performance. This time, Emma just followed her own desires and hungrily took the length of his cock into her mouth.
“Ohhh fuck!” moaned Peter upon feeling the hot warmth around his dick.
“And I thought I had mastered my gag reflex,” commented Mary Jane, still watching on from the stage.
Emma Frost certainly had talents and they extended well beyond her gag reflex. With the utmost care and undeniable hunger, she sucked his dick as only an experienced whore could. Her head bobbed up and down with intense fervor. Her lips slid smoothly and effortlessly along his shaft, her tongue skillfully swirling along his length with every motion. Peter felt his entire body shudder under the sensations that followed. Emma definitely put in extra effort. It showed in ways she might not have intended, but that didn’t make the feeling any less amazing.
She remained intensely focused through every motion, gazing up at him as if to convey her dedication. Peter could only return her gaze, letting out more labored moans as he soaked in the feeling. At one point, his right hand found its way to her head and guided her through the motions. Soon, the slurping and sucking sounds overshadowed the music, carrying with it a steady stream of pleasure that escalated rapidly.
Between Emma’s striptease, the lap dance that followed, and the blowjob that came with it, there was no way around it. She employed the full extent of her sexuality and it sent Peter on the fast track to his climax. It was overwhelming, but that was the point. That seemed to be the ultimate byproduct Emma Frost’s sensual talents.
“Ahhh damn! That feels…so good!” moaned Peter. “You’re going to…make me…cum!
“Mmm…that’s the point, darling,” said Emma, stopping for a moment so she could stroke him a little harder. “More importantly…I want you to cum on my tits.”
“Yes…I want that too!” said Peter.
“They may be fake, but she knows how to use them,” said Mary Jane in bemusement.
Again, it sounded like she spoke from experience. Peter believed her completely, but he still preferred to see for himself and Emma seemed very much inclined to do just that.
She sucked and stroked his cock a bit longer, building up the sensations and guiding him towards his peak. She continued showing off her uncanny talent for deep-throating a dick and stimulating all the right areas. Peter was already bracing himself, running his fingers through her platinum blond hair and clinging to the couch in anticipation.
“Getting…close!” he grunted. “So…so close!”
Then, as if she were intended with current state of his arousal, Emma ceased her sucking and put her breasts to work. With one hand still gripping the base of his cock, she leaned in and pressed it between her fleshy mounds. Once secure, she pushed her breasts together and began working his dick between them, tit-fucking him through his final push to ecstasy.
“Go on, Spider-Man. Do it! Spray your cum all over my tits!” urged Emma.
There was no debate or hesitation on Peter’s part. His body already decided for him. Emma just made the process easier for the both of them.
She pressed her breasts together harder, working his dick between them with greater fervor. She looked up at him, urging him with her eyes to release his load on her. She really did want this too. She really had embraced this responsibility. In that spirit, Peter reached that ultimate peak, the intense sensations taking him past the point of no return. Once the blissful release finally washed over him, he threw his head back, closed his eyes, and embraced the ecstasy that followed.
“Ohhhh fuck!” he exclaimed.
As his cry echoed throughout the room, Emma kept his dick lodged between her breasts, holding it tightly as the white hot sensations surged through him. Along with this pleasure, he released a thick load of his seminal fluid, which had built up considerably thanks to Emma’s efforts. Streaks of cum shot out, splattering onto Emma’s face and breasts. She even opened her mouth to lick up some, but even she was surprised by the sheer volume of his load. It ended up being pretty messy, but she didn’t mind in the slightest.
“Impressive, darling. Most impressive,” said Emma.
“Bet you’ve never said that with a straight face,” commented Mary Jane.
“I have. Just not often,” she quipped.
Mary Jane laughed while Emma made sure she extracted every drop from Peter’s climax. She used her breasts masterfully, carefully working them to draw out the feeling as much as possible. It kept Peter in his state of euphoria, making for a uniquely satisfying climax. It was a satisfaction that not just any woman could evoke. Like Mary Jane before her, Emma Frost proved uniquely talented in maximizing this feeling. She even seemed to share in it.
Peter’s climax marked the finale of the spectacle that Emma Frost had created at Mary Jane’s direction. Even after it passed, Emma lingered in her position, keeping his dick between her breasts as she licked up his manly fluid. Now out of breath and still processing his climax, Peter let out a content sigh. He slumped down on the couch, panting heavily from the feeling. Emma eventually freed him from her grasp, removing his dick from between her breasts and rising back to her feet.
“I don’t say this often so commit it to memory, Spider-Man. You are amazing,” said Emma Frost with a proud grin.
“Yeah…I’ve heard that before,” said Peter, grinning under his mask again.
“From me, mostly,” said Mary Jane.
“And I admit I was skeptical. The idea of employing my intimate skills to someone other than rich, hedonistic assholes sounded rather bland.”
“Now what do you think?” asked Mary Jane, as if she didn’t already know the answer.
“I think there’s merit to it. I think there are ways whores like us can use our skills for the greater good. It’s also strangely satisfying. And I say that as someone with extensive expertise on the matter.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. Who knew being responsible could be such a turn-on?”
The two women laughed and exchanged grins. Peter, still dazed from his peak, could barely move. He was content to just linger in this feeling and let these two beautiful women debate the merits of responsibility. It would’ve been a great way to cap off Spider-Man’s day. However, he sensed they had something else in mind.
He sensed it when he noticed that distinct look in Mary Jane’s eye – that look he had seen before and often looked forward to when they got together. It could only come from a woman with a special kind of sex appeal and an uncanny desire to express it.
“With that in mind, I think it’s time we reveal the second act of this show,” said Mary Jane, her voice taking on a familiar sensual undertone.
“Yes. I’d say we’re all ready,” said Emma.
“Second act? You mean…there’s more?” said a still breathless Peter.
“Of course, Tiger. You should know by now that when it comes to serving a special client, I go all out! It’s part of who I am. And I guess it’s part of the Hellfire Club now.”
“And I fully agree with that policy,” said Emma.
“In that case, do you mind?” said Mary Jane cryptically.
“Of course not, darling.”
Confused, yet still very intrigued, Peter watched Mary Jane step up onto the stage. Emma then joined her. Now facing one another, they began dancing somewhat to the music. He almost forgot it was still playing, but for good reason apparently. As they danced, Emma began stripping Mary Jane naked on the spot.
“You’re officially overdressed now, Ms. Watson,” Emma pointed out, “and we can’t have that now, can we?”
“No. We can’t,” said Mary Jane playfully.
They made it sound so obvious. They also made it part of the spectacle. As Mary Jane showed off her own dance skills, Emma slid her shirt up off over her head. In the process, she revealed that Mary Jane hadn’t been wearing a bra, a clear sign that she never intended to stay fully clothed through this ordeal. Emma then went for Mary Jane’s jeans, undoing them with ease before pulling them down her shapely legs. Mary Jane made it part of her dance, wiggling her hips and shaking her body to help get it off.
Once her pants were down at her ankles, Mary Jane stepped out of them, along with her shoes. She then turned around and playfully shook her ass at Peter, just as Emma had done so skillfully on that very stage. As she did this, Emma removed her panties. She even gave Mary Jane’s heart-shaped ass a playful swat, adding a decadent yet playful spirit to the act.
“You take care of yourself, darling. Glad to see your skills haven’t waned,” said Emma as she admired Mary Jane’s nude form.
“As the new manager of the Hellfire Club, I can do nothing less,” said Mary Jane. “Even a woman who graduates from being a whore needs to refine her craft.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” said Emma, “and being manager will give you plenty of opportunities.”
“I’m sure it will. Right now though, there’s just one opportunity I have my eyes on.”
Mary Jane’s gaze narrowed on Peter, who was still recovering from his initial climax. He could only watch in awe as a naked Mary Jane Watson casually stepped off the stage, took his hand, and helped him off the couch. His legs were still weak, but for Mary Jane, he found the strength.
Once he was upright, Mary Jane grabbed the hem of the top part of his costume. That seductive look in her eyes effectively communicated her intent and Peter gladly went along with it. Raising his arms up, he let her remove it, leaving him naked, except for his mask. His upper body now exposed, Mary Jane boldly pawed his chest and let the heat of her body mix with his.
“This is opportunity before you, Tiger,” said Mary Jane, her voice and her touch further strengthening him. “You have two beautiful, naked women in front of you.”
“Both of which happen to be incredibly horny,” added Emma, matching her voice with Mary Jane’s.
“Well, I thought that went without saying at this point,” she laughed.
“That’s debatable,” said Peter.
“Maybe so, but let’s focus on what’s not debatable,” said Mary Jane in a more serious tone. “You’re here. You’re a hero. And the Hellfire Club isn’t done with its responsibilities to our heroes. So here’s what I offer, Spider-Man. Take me and Emma up to my penthouse.”
“Wait…you have a penthouse?” gasped Peter, his mind racing in a mix of chaotic thoughts.
“Of course. Did I forget to mention that?” she said casually. “It doesn’t matter though. What’s important is that I do have a penthouse and that penthouse has a king sized bed in the master bedroom. You take me and Emma up there and we’re yours to fuck. You don’t have to be the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. You just have to be a man eager to fuck two beautiful women at once.”
She presented this opportunity as if it were an overdue payment for his work. In some respects, it was. Spider-Man had done so much for this city and gotten so little in return. His personal life, his career, and even his health had suffered. Now here he was in the presence of two beautiful women, each willing to fuck him however he pleased.
Showing her commitment to this opportunity as well, Emma Frost joined them. She walked over, latched onto Peter’s arm, and pawed his chest as well. Both she and Mary Jane were willing and ready to head up to the penthouse and indulge his every decadent whim. At long last, Peter’s luck truly had turned around. He really had hit the jackpot.
“You uh…want me to keep the mask on?” asked Peter, trying to sound bold.
“Is that a yes, Tiger?” teased Mary Jane.
“I thought that went without saying,” he said, mirroring her exact words from moments ago.
“Touché, darling,” teased Emma. “As for the mask – yes, keep it on. Mary Jane says you’re serious about protecting your identity, but I think it’s just more fitting. Besides, we’re here to fuck both the hero and the man. The mask just helps.”
It was a twisted kind of logic, but Peter was well past the point of arguing. He wanted this and these beautiful women wanted this too. That sealed it for everyone involved in this decadent spectacle. If this was their twisted way of making the Hellfire Club responsible, then so be it.
“Very well, ladies,” said Peter proudly as he led them out of the office. “If that’s how we’re going to do it, let’s get going! Let’s go celebrate responsibility!”
“You make that sound way sexier than it should be,” laughed Mary Jane.
“By the time we’re done, it will be,” said Emma boldly. “Just wait till you see what we’ve set up!”
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