Mary Jane: Super Whore Issue Eight: Pur of the Black Cat
Felicia Hardy was impressed with the site of Peter's new apartment. It was enormous and the rent was obviously expensive. By the look of things, they were doing very good in their new line of work. She was even more impressed when she saw they're 'maid'. She felt a tingling down in her loins and smirked, giving the maid a wink. Her smirk turned into a grin as she saw the girl blush and turn away. Felicia's eyes wandered down to her ass, nicely accented in the French maid outfit she wore. Hopefully, she'd be able to get better aquainted with the young woman later; after her job was done.
Mary Jane came out of the bedroom wearing a semi-transparent, white lace teddy. She grinned as she saw Felicia and Peter. She walked up to Peter and wrapped her arms around him, giving him a deep kiss. Felicia watched as the two tongue wrestled. Peter seemed a little on edge. She figured it was because he was thinking about what they'd done less then ten minutes earlier. Poor Spider, she thought, continuing to watch them kiss. She could tell it was eating him up inside, what he'd done. And she also knew the only reason he'd gone through with it was because of what his wife was doing. Part of her despised MJ for that. A bigger part of her was just glad she could get something out of the whole arrangement. She glanced over at the maid again and smiled. Maybe a whole lot of something.
Peter and MJ's kiss finally broke and the red-head turned to Felicia, giving her a large smile. "Hello, Felicia," she said. "How are you?"
The Black Cat nodded and smirked. "Very well. And you?"
"Never better," she replied. "You feeling... frisky?" She raised an eyebrow at the silver-haired woman. Felicia took in the expressions on her face, reading them like a book. She'd seen the look before, with previous lovers, both male and female. It was a mixture of unrelenting horniness and obsession. Mary Jane had opened a door in her sex life, and she liked what was on the other side. Perhaps even loved it, more then her husband, more then anything. She was quickly becoming an addict to sex and different sexual experiences. The tapes, and moreso, what was in them, was proof enough. Felicia wondered how far she'd go, when and if it would stop, and if Peter would get hurt in the process. If he was, she'd make sure she'd be there to pick up the pieces.
"Always feeling frisky, Red," she finally replied.
MJ's expression brightened even more. "Great!" She turned to Peter. "You'll get the camera ready. We can start with a little solo me." She turned back to Felicia. "Then you can come in and we can get down to some real business. Good?"
The Black Cat and Spider-Man both nodded. Peter moved off to the bedroom to set the camera up. "Give me, say, five minutes to warm up the audience, then come on in." Felicia nodded again and Mary Jane turned and hurried off into the bedroom as well.
Felicia smirked and thought about how she was going to rock her world. She caught site of the maid again and got her attention. "Hey, cutie. What's your name?" She watched as the young woman blushed again.