This chapter was co-written by De'sare, an author who not only has a deep knowledge of the Marvel universe and characters, but is very prolific and skilled as well. It was an honor to work with such a talented writer; I believe he matches the great Stormbringer's storytelling, and I strongly recommend reading his work.
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Mary Jane was lost in her personal dilemma; it felt like the whole world was coming down on her. She desperately needed to figure out a way to get rid of the unsettling images that filled her subconscious. Reality shattered into fragmented visions, jagged shards slicing roughly through perception; her memories were falling like tattered pages from a book of lies.
Contrary to what she had imagined, she found out that not only had Peter not returned from his web-swinging, but Nick had vanished! All that remained was the mess he had made: the sheets were soiled with a combination of his sweat and cum. She proceeded to turn down the bed, and wondered where the shivering man could have gone, in the feverish condition he was in...
Mary Jane was surprised Katzenburg no longer occupied her and Peter's cabin, much less her bed. Considering the shape he was in she doubted he could have gone far; still, she did not want to face him and was relieved by his absence. She needed some time to figure out what had just happened, and what she would do next.
The bed was a mess; a combination of sweat and cum from the slobbering Neanderthal covered the sheets, and his smell filled the room. The smell of his overweight perspiring body added to the unmistakable smell of sex.
Mary Jane proceeded to get rid of the unsettling evidence, and opened a window to ventilate the place, as she began to remove the sheets from the bed. A pink satin teddy fluttered to the floor at her feet, the model blushed and picked up her favorite piece of nightwear. She simply could not believe what she did.
When she was taking care of Nick, she wanted to pay him back, humiliate him the same way he had humiliated her before. MJ knew she would be the only one knowing what really happened, but it would quench her thirst for vengeance. She didn't count on him actually being able to fuck her in his comatose state.
And she was calling him Nick, in her thoughts. Not fat bastard, or scumbag, not even Katzenburg. When was it she began to refer to him on a first name basis? Probably when he was balls deep inside her tight belly and her lips were glued to the side of his face.
The supermodel held the teddy to her face and breathed in deeply; even the teddy, like the room, reeked of him.
"God! What is the matter with me?" She said aloud, tossing the teddy with disdain to the far corner of the room.
The sheet was crumpled and shoved into the washing machine when she re-entered the room for her robe and panties that disappeared from her tight body during the night.
She hated Peter for bringing that prick here.
His argument was sound, but he could have taken him to Joe Robertson's place. Robbie was a good man and although one could tell he loathed Katzenburg and would have fired him long ago, save for the fact his boss J.J. Jameson wanted him to remain on the payroll despite, and because of his unethical practices. Joe ,however, was a good man, to a fault, the yin and yang of himself and J.J. Jameson kept the Daily Bugle atop its perch as the highest volume selling newspaper in New York City, if not the country.
Mr. Robertson would have taken care of his employee. There was no doubt that Peter knew this, why did he bring Katzenburg here? Was Peter really that stupid?
Her husband had other options; he is fricking Spider-man, after all! Why resort to his personal life when he has an army of freaks to help him, like the Fantastic Four or the Avengers? What's next? The Vulture? Dr. Octopus? What if those villains are hunted down? Is he just going to pop in and say 'Hi, honey... You wouldn't mind taking care of Mr. Scumbag or Dr. Commit-a-crime, would you? Thanks babe, gonna go web-slinging now.'
'Do I look like a fucking nurse?' The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She almost half-wished Peter would have come in when the comatose Katzenburg was balls deep inside her tight pussy for the second time that evening; surely, the sight of his wife's pussy stretched beyond limits, trying to accommodate an immense cock would make an impression on him! If that didn't, perhaps the sight of her lips glued to those of his enemy would.
'The second time.'
Not once, but twice. She just meant to tease him the first time, but his instincts in his delirious state took over and he fucked her silly. Mary Jane passed out, her head resting on his lap. She awoke several hours later due to Katzenburg's shivering and constant movement. She got up from the bed and covered him with a blanket. After brushing her teeth, Mary Jane returned to the bedroom, she was going to put on a nightgown and sleep on the couch. She sure as hell wasn't going to sleep next to that pig, especially in the wet spot of the bed.
She rummaged through the dresser looking for her nightgown, before realizing it was in the closet. Still, she couldn't help but smile as she pulled her pink teddy with white floral from the drawer. It was her favorite; hell, it was Peter's favorite too. Very pretty, very soft, very expensive. It felt wonderful against her skin, its colors designed by a fashion designer to highlight her flaming hair and green eyes. She had it custom-designed as a surprise for Peter during their honeymoon.
Mary Jane let the pink teddy fall seductively over her shoulders. She looked at herself in the mirror: yea, she was hot. She briefly smiled to herself before Katzenburg's annoying snoring caused her to turn around. The covers had slipped off his body due to his constant fever laced unrest. She stared at his fat form, his hanging belly and the bald spot on his head. He did not have much hair, and she could tell he never combed it, or washed it for that matter. His snoring open mouth gave her a clear view of unsightly teeth, she wondered if he had ever seen a dentist. She could not believe she kissed that mouth.
