Clearly this does not fit into MU continuity. However, it is designed to take place at a point where Spiderman's secret identity has been revealed to the public following the events of The Civil War.
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"I'm doing it Peter and that's final! This could be my big break! A film like this could open all sorts of doors for me! Don't you realise..."
"Sure I do MJ! But nudity! Full frontal nudity!"
"I know Peter, but the part requires it and if I'm serious about acting I've got to consider it, I can't be stuck in a failing Broadway show forever."
"But MJ everyone will see it!"
"That's the point Tiger! The more people see it the bigger the Box Office and the bigger star I become! Are you worried I get more famous than Spiderman? Is that it?"
"No, it's just...just... well that's private, mine and yours, please think about it. Please MJ?"
"Well I haven't got the part yet peter so maybe we're arguing about nothing. I'll go to the audition and take it from there, OK?"
"I guess."
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AN HOUR LATER
The two bank robbers are just making a stealthy exit down a deserted alleyway when our friendly, neighbourhood Spiderman spotted them. It was simplicity itself for him to sing into the alley behind them, all the time lowering his altitude and finally drop off at the end of the swing bring both robbers and their ill gotten goods down onto the ground. They were small time, has beens that never were. Their caps went flying into the garbage as did one of their guns. As Spiderman rolled from the fall and poised himself on his haunches they scrabbled to their feet.
"You two goons don't move, I'm not in the mood for this today!" announced the wallcrawler.
They paid him no heed and the bulkier one on the right reached inside his jacket pocket. Big mistake!
That earned him a web to whip away his arm and a hard uppercut that sent him flying, his mate didn't take the hint and charge Spidey but all he got for his troubles was a drop-kick and a punch and very nearly an other one as he was downed if it weren't for the intervention of The Black Cat.
The sultry cat burglar came up beside her former lover and held his arm preventing the punch.
"Now, now Spiderman, I think this one's had enough. Not like you to go overboard."
Felecia Hardy's attire was more than enough to distract any man. Her fur trimmed black PVC cat suit was so tight it was like a second skin to the white haired babe. And tonight, what with it being extra hot and sweltering she had the zip down her front past her belly button giving and achingly delicious view of her bounteous breasts and her mammoth cleavage. Her purred words had a soothing effect and Spiderman instantly relaxed and moved off the downed villain.
"Yeah, sorry Felecia, got a lot on my mind."
The Dark Cloud had every intention of becoming the greatest super villain ever. But first he was going to bring down every major superhero in the business and he had a very definite idea of how he would achieve that. In fact he was amazed nobody had tried it before, but then, he supposed, nobody had his 'abilities' at hand, did they?
For Cal Edwards there was no great, sad origin story. He was just a bad, nasty individual that has no care for the welfare of his fellow human beings. He had discovered in this teenage years a mutant ability to take control of people's minds and with practice had developed a mask (much like a S & M gimp mask) that when he wore and sent out his mental instructions his subject saw him as whoever he wanted. He didn't need the mask to control people's minds but in private situations it aided his illusion. His trade first and foremost was power, then humiliation and lastly, money. He didn't really need money from his crimes he was rich already, born into a wealthy investor's family and now the only survivor of the family with a huge inheritance.
He had used his powers on trivialities to begin with, in casino's, with women, in banks and finally, as he grew stronger, riskier and more perverse he decided to take on the big names of the hero community, starting with Spiderman himself, Peter Parker. Parker whose superhero identity was known in the aftermath of the Civil War, much to his Aunt May and wife's danger.
The Cloud sat behind the chair of Director Alvin Longhiem and with an adjustment of his mask his face turned into that of the famous Director who was currently held captive in the Cloud's dungeon. To all intents and purposes he was the Director for this very special audition.
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Mary Jane looked a million dollars as she entered the large studio office. Her red hair was perfect having just come straight from the salon, she had spent hours on her make up and her outfit was a new, designer white summer dress that showed plenty of her ample cleavage and her long legs. The Director made her wait almost half an hour before she was shown into his room and the second she entered he was in her mind bending her reality. Rather than the masked man she was in the presence of the famed auteur and Director Alvin Longhiem, he could (and would) control her further but for now he was content to just play a little with her.
"Ms Watson, lovely to meet you, I'm a big fan of your work and if you don't mind me saying, how lovely you look today, a real beauty! Which is great because as you can see I've got a camera set up for these auditions, for completists as extras on the DVD."
MJ blushed figuring he was just being nice but even so to think someone like him was taking notice of her career sent all sorts of thoughts racing through her head. There following ten minutes of pleasantries and general chat before The Cloud really started to ask the crucial questions.
"So Mary Jane, as you no doubt realise this role involves a few nude scenes and in keeping with the seriousness of the movie we are expecting that our leading principals are willing to perform them themselves. That's not a problem for you is it? They are integral to the film."
The redhead nodded and was about to explain her views when he exerted further control on her mind and turned her into his slut to command.
"Why don't you let me see what 'attributes' you'd bring to the role Mary Jane? I mean I don't want to give you the role and find you're not up to it. Why don't you take off that dress and let me see what I'll be getting?"
His mind control was instant and complete. Spiderman's sexy wife smiled vacantly and stood up while pulling her dress up and over her body. She was wearing simple but expensive white lingerie and at a prompt from the Dark Cloud she unhooked her bra and let her gorgeous big breasts bounce free. She really was well endowed and the super villain could not resist getting his hands on those puppies. Still projecting the image of the world renowned movie director he got up from his desk, approached the red-headed starlet and grabbed a tit in each hand and began to fondle and squeeze them.
"Nice, you know the world deserves to see these babies, mind if I have a taste?"
Her moan of pleasure was positive signal enough and he had his lips wrapped around her tit flesh seconds later and sucked and licked both the left and the right before squeezing both between his thumb and fore finger and playing with them.
He eased his palms onto MJ's shoulders and gently pushed her down to her knees before him, her face just inches from the large bulge in his trousers.
"Let's see exactly how keen you are to get this role shall we?"
The Dark Cloud gave a satisfied sigh as the sexy red head took his stiff cock from his trousers and started to perform a majestic blow job on it. He even turned to the camera and flipped a thumbs up sign while mentally giving Mary Jane the command to deep throat him, something she was surprisingly adept at. God she was hot, extremely fuckable, with cures in all the right places but today he would not fuck her, well not physically anyway. No today he would just have her suck him to climax and give her a rather important time and date for another starring role for tomorrow.
The Dark Cloud was a very skilled man and was able to hold off his climax for as long as he wanted and maintain his erection for the same amount of time. He had Spiderman's wife sucking on his member for he best part of an hour, until her jaw ached. When he finally did cum it was like a torrent of semen and he literally painted MJ's pretty face white with his cum, enjoying the sight of it dripping from her chin onto her lovely boobs.
As he wiped his dick in her red hair he chuckled to himself.