What the heart wants

Through the city of New York, a scene emerged that any reporter would have loved to snap photos of: Felicia Hardy, aka Black Cat, was wrapped suggestively around the back of one flustered and totally ignoring that roaming hand Spider-man.

It wasn't on purpose, really; Felicia's line was snapped in a fight with Rhino and the girl needed a ride home. He was just helping out a friend, really. He really hoped he really was the only one who took photos of Spider-man, he didn't want to have to explain why Felicia was nibbling on his shoulder. (Which he'd already complained was dangerous for both of them.)

Finally, the two found themselves near an abandoned warehouse, Felicia's current home base. He didn't go in: didn't really feel like arguing with her about her lapses into thievery. They usually ended with cops trying to arrest both of them. Plus, she had this thing about trying to seduce him all the time he was sure got worse when she got him inside her home.

Felicia stalked away, her prefect bubble butt popping with intent. Despite his best attempts, he found himself looking. Felicia looked back, a small smirk peeking as his head creaked up a tiny bit: a dead giveaway to where his eyes had been. “Got something on your mind, Spider? Like... Me, perhaps?”

Crap! Think Spider! THINK FOR YOUR LIFE! “Uh... What did you say to MJ on the roof?”

Felicia froze. She'd tried to push that thought of her head, leaving it for whenever MJ decided to call. No use in worrying about it, especially in a fire fight. No, MJ was the one who did the airhead modeling jobs, she had the time to think between poses. “Nothing! Why?! What did she saying?”

“...Okay, what did you say?” He pressed, a little annoyed at her, “Felicia, I swear, if you did anything to ruin my relationship with Mary Jane-”

“Really, Spider; I'm jealous I can't have you, I admit, but I'm not a home wrecker.” She mentally added Sort of. “It's just girl stuff. Kinda embarrassing stuff.”

“... I don't wanna hear the rest of this, do I?”

“Do you like fluids?” She quickly lied. Spidey shook his head and covered his ears in playful disgust. “Good boy.”

“Woof.” He chirped. She couldn't help but laugh. He shot a web line to the nearest building, and swung off as she waved goodbye. As she stepped inside, she quickly grabbed the nipper that hung under her belly button, about even with her Spider-man tattoo she refused to get rid of, and peeled it to the very end, showing that along with no bra, she wore no panties (A fact Spider was very much aware of.), as well as confirming Her platinum blonde hair was all natural. She quickly went to her dresser, ' borrowed' from a local crime boss' house, and pulled out her best bustier and a Spider-man thong.

She peeled her mask off, and opened her closet for a pair of pants and a good, sexy, jacket. She needed to talk to MJ.

****
MJ, shivered. This guy's hands were colder then Pete's after he'd done a patrol in a blizzard.

“Now pout to the camera.” Frando said, snapping pictures furious. She pucker her lips, moving her bare chest toward the camera, covered by Micheal's hand. She once asked if Peter could do this, as it was uncomfortable for strange (albeit mostly gay.) men handled her every now and then for the more... exciting photos. This one was for Maxium, the theme was sexy co-stars (original idea, she mused.). The next one she was soloing and using body paint. Micheal, a new face in the new movie MJ was starring in, and was nervous about a nude shoot. They had props from the movie to hide them, but it had taken a good ten minutes to talk Micheal of his underwear. Another three to get him to use his arm to cover her breasts. (Despite his role as a playboy falling in love in the movie, Micheal had a hard time even approaching girls, which MJ found cute.) He was constantly asking her if her husband would get mad seeing the photos.

“I'm sure you'll know if he is.” She said evilly. It was kinda funny to imagine Spider-man stalking a well know celebrity and webbing the hell out of his house.

“Okay, we're done.” MJ quickly grabbed the robe the intern handed them, and made her way to Frando's table, where the photos were being uploaded up to her computer.

Well, Pete was uneasy about her movie having racy sex scene, that was sure. But he understood it was work, in the end, and that she in no way went beyond what she had to. Fuck the director, If it couldn't be done with dry humping, it couldn't be done. She liked her marriage.

Which quickly brought up Felicia for the millionth time. She couldn't stop thinking about that day. Or that kiss.

She liked it. She really liked it. It took her two days to admit she'd make out with Felicia regularly if she was single. Or if she was in a three-way relationship. Her strawberry taste lingered in her mind. Her breast, big and firm and prefect, press up against her.

She gasped as she realized she was getting turned on by the idea. “Frando, I like this one.” She said, looking through the roll of photos on screen. Frando took note: Micheal's holding her chest to chest, showing a lot of side boob with no nipple, hand pulling her thigh up and across his pelvis. The strong eyes as he looked down at his true love who was facing the camera biting her lip and nuzzling his chiseled body.

“Sexy, kitten.” She heard from behind. She froze and whipped around to see a platinum blonde in not much for this weather. Skin tight jeans and a white bustier that increased the presence of her already impressive bust, covered by a, what else, silver fur lined leather jacket.

“Felicia? How'd you'd get in here?” She said. Frando looked her up and down.

“Should I call security?”

“Would it help?” Felicia said unimpressed. MJ chuckled.

“No Frando, she's not a stalker or anything.”

“Yeah.” She came in close to MJ and slipped a hand into her robe, giving her a good squeeze and smirking as MJ let out a gasp.“I'm her lover.”

“Felicia!?” She said, pushing her hand out. Felicia giggled. MJ scowled until Felicia pointed out Micheal was staring with eyes practically bulging out of his head. “Not funny Felicia, that's how rumors get spread.”

“Got somewhere we can talk?” The blonde asked, “Private?”

Mary-Jane took a breath, and looked at Frando, who seemed worried. “Yeah, my dressing room.”

“Great, lead the way, kitten.”

MJ turned and started walking, noticing Felicia trailing a little behind and looking her walk. She smiled with some satisfaction she was impressive to both sexes, and especially to a girl who could rival her in looks. She popped her butt a little more with each step as she walked down the way to her dressing room.

Suddenly, though, MJ had an idea. A wicked, awful, dirty, wonderful idea. She walked back to Frando, motioning to Felicia to wait for her in her room. “Frando.”

“Want me to call the police?” He immediately asked. MJ shook her head with a smile.

“You mind waiting for a private shoot later?”

Frando's brow perked up, and in a moment of clarity, he understood. Mr. Parker was a lucky man. This was the third time he'd been asked to help with MJ's special presents to her husband. She was smart enough to ask for the cards afterward, but he didn't mind: she usually bought him a fantastic dinner date with Dante. And Mr. Parker always seemed to she his best regards.

“I believe I have enough memory for a few more photos. Don't make me wait too long, though, sweety, you know how Dante gets when I'm late, and hey, you owe me again.”

“Thank you, Frando. Just name the restaurant.” He smirked; he knew exactly the place.

Felicia sat on the couch. Plush, simple, boring. Not like the leather one she had in the hideout. Hell, Even the lazy boy Pete and MJ had was better.

She was kinda worried. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe she should have just let MJ call her. “Why did I come here?” she sighed and looked around the room again.

She really wasn't lying. She had slowly found her bisexuality creeping up on her. She realized it one night when a particular hot dream of Peter working her from behind. As her digits found her stuffed pussy, she felt a hand wrap around her. A feminine hand, ringed, and as Felicia opened her eyes, Red had replaced Spider, stuffing her with a black dildo. Pete had moved to her head, smacking her gently across the lips with his impressive length. She said nothing, but greedily accepted him as she plunged into her inviting mouth.

She couldn't do anything but moan as they both pummeled her, MJ's hand helping her rub her own little clit, her other hand on her thigh, pulling as she pushed every delicious inch of that black dildo in Felicia. Her moans grew louder and louder, until...

When her eyes popped open with her orgasm, the cocks hand become her hands, digits deep inside her, one finger drenched in spit. She lay there, as her orgasm faded and her throat cleared the last bit of air she had in a scream, she found herself fearful.

Fuck. Fuck! Why MJ? She tossed and turn in her own sweat and fluids before deciding a shower was in order. It was already painful enough to hang around Spider without being able to do more then tease him. Now she had to completely hold in her ravenous appetite for red head.

Which was getting harder and harder since she seemed to be diving deeper and deep into her three way madness. And that more and more, she was having solo visions of both of them.

She had to get MJ to try on a maid outfit sometime. Pete had to take her upside down one of these times.

Somewhere in it all, she had come to the decision. She couldn't handle it anymore. She needed to get in. Back in with Pete, in with Red.

She fought over how to go about it for days. MJ was not going to be easily seduced like Pete was. Pete would be loyal to MJ. It was like some math puzzle: if A = B but C= A+B then what was C?

The direct approach, she finally decided. Tell MJ. Show her. It'll work out.

She hoped.

“Felicia?” MJ said as she walked in, bringing Felicia back to the present, and she quickly withdrew he hands from her jeans. Bad Cat. Time for that later. “I thought I said I'd call you.”

Felicia flushed, and actually found herself twiddling her thumbs in embarrassment. “I... got worried.” She said. “We haven't even talked in the past week.”

“Felicia.” MJ had, in fact, come to a decision. A horrible, wonderful, decision.

“Mary-Jane, wait-”

“I'm okay with the idea.” Felicia was about to say she was sorry for even bringing it up, but she found herself struggling to say anything as MJ strode over and sat down next to the vixen, smiling as she saw how far Felicia's face had dropped in wonder. She had to admit: Felicia was awfully cute when she was shocked.

“... Really? I mean... Really?” Apparently, Spider-dork was contagious. “Are you sure, MJ? I mean... I'd hate to make you uncomfo-”

Now it Felicia's turn to gasp. Well, moan as Mary-Jane pressed her lips gently against her. She sighed and let her lips part as Mary-jane poked at the entrance with her tongue. She rewarded the effort by wrapping her arms around her arms and pulling Mary-Jane closer. For a moment, there was nothing but the gentle moaning of two beyond sexy women as they battled with their tongues.

MJ finally pulled away, and Felicia again smiled at the thin trail of drool the two had between them. She pulled MJ into a hug. MJ hugged her back. “Thank you, MJ. Thanks for believing me.”

Mary-Jane's smile was short lived as she remembered, though. Even if she trusted Felicia, that didn't mean they weren't completely set and ready to explore each other in earnest. Felicia seemed to pick up on her worry, cocking her head and lifting her chin so they saw face to face again.

“What's wrong, kitten?”

“Felicia. We still need to get Pete to say yes, you know.” Felicia laughed.

“That'll be easy, kitten. We both know what he likes.” She winked. “One steamy little night and we could get him to sell his soul to us.”

MJ chuckled at her new lover; apparently they hung out too much, because she was thinking the same thing. “I guess you're right. Speaking of which... how about we give Pete a little present?”

“What did you have in mind?” MJ smirked..

“Ever want to be a model?” She said with a wink.

***

Frando came prepared. By the time MJ had Felicia in robe, he'd already reset the lighting and had replaced the background with that simple white and lined the floor was mock fur. (He didn't need Peta raiding the place again.) As the two walked and looked over the setup, complete with a elegant wooden stool a box that matched the background in white.

All of which paled to the two girls clad in thigh high robes and nothing else. Amazingly, Felicia was far more reserved about nude photos then MJ, but MJ half suspect she just hated anything that captured her image and blow her cover. Felicia's long platinum blonde hair was let loose now, drifting all the way down to her voluptuous ass. She had to 'borrow' this robe: silk and oh so smooth and comfortable against her skin.

“Mary-Jane, honey, darling, we have forty-five minutes before Dante comes. I'll leave you the card and you can print what you want later if we take too long, okay?”

“Thanks for doing this, Frando.”

“I do it for the 225.” MJ gasped.

“225!? You got reservations there? I can't even get in to bus!” Frando chuckled and snapped his finger.

“Pays to be Frando~.” Translation: He banged the owner once. “Let me know when you and Mr. Watson have time, me and Dante do dinner dates now! Oh you should see this little silken number I got him-”

“Um, aren't we on a time frame here?” Felicia perked up. Frando and MJ turned, and Felicia flushed. Oops.

“Your friend, she's a pro?”

“Nope.” MJ said. Frando walked over to Felicia. Opened her robe a little, until Felicia batted him away.

“She could be.” Frando. “Oh she would prefect for Playboy!”

“I'll pass.” She didn't need to have her face in every male bedroom. Not only was it Dangerous in her line of work, but the thought of little kids beating off to her was just gross.

Frando waved to MJ, who nodded and brought Felicia to the middle. MJ tugged at the knot binding her robe, and Felicia did nothing as she was suddenly naked with a Man snapping away.

“MJ, this is why I don't like amateurs.” Frando huffed. “All the sexual energy is gone, she's ackward. How can it be sexy when she looks scared?”

MJ turned and brought Felicia face to hers, touching her forehead. Felicia wasn't scared. She was worried. Still.

“Relax, Felicia. We'll make this work.” She moved her chin and pulled Felicia hand onto her knot. “Now think sexy. Pete's gonna notice a mopey Felicia. Even if you are naked with his wife.”

Felicia need no further coaching. MJ was right. She'd already been accepted. They just needed to get Pete to join. She tugged at MJ's knot, a wicked sexy smile as MJ wrapped her arms gently around Felicia's neck.

As the camera snapped endless, they slid the robes off each other, MJ kissing Felicia's neck, Felicia returning the favor (and leaving a hickey for good measure.) Frando moved close, snapping pictures of MJ's gorgeous bubble butt while MJ bit her lip and looked down at the camera, Felicia opted for biting her finger. Felicia sat behind MJ, cupping her breasts as MJ cover her pussy. As the camera moved to the side, their lust filled eyes followed the camera. The two switch, and the same set of pictures was snapped.

“There we go. Give Mr. Watson lots of love. Sexy!” Frando called. “What do you say MJ, warmed up yet?”

MJ responded by pulling Felicia into her lap, arms spread wide, chest exposed, and pried her thighs apart. “Mary-Jane?!”

Snap. Felicia couldn't help it; she flushed as the heat in her loins started to ignite. Her pussy twitched as MJ ran her hands up and down her milky white thighs. Up her thighs, tracing small rings on her nipples, causing the blonde to moan slightly. She hooked an arm around MJ's neck as delicate kisses were planted on the nape of her neck.

“It's not just her, MJ~” Frando ordered. MJ nodded, pushing away from Felicia, who sighed in discomfort. She was beyond turned on, but they were still in company, and thus, she still had to act. Though MJ was gonna pay for this later.

MJ stood on the white box, while Felicia began to trail kissing on her thigh. Frando snapped away as MJ pulled Felicia up and smashed their breast together, taking the same pose her and Micheal had just done for the cover. Of course, this time, she was Micheal, far less shy, and there was nothing to hide behind. Their nipples harden as they smashed against each other, Felicia whipping MJ around so she was now completely exposed. She kissed MJ's neck and squeezed her tits hard. She ran her hands down her back, and gasped at the sight of a very similar tatoo on the small of MJ's back.

“When did you see me naked?” Felicia chuckled.

“It happens to be very popular, I'm told.” MJ responded.

The two sat face to face, bring their pussies to the camera when instructed, Felicia fighting hard not to drip. How the hell did MJ do this for a living? She'd have to finger fuck herself between rolls if it was her.

“MJ I'm on my last five spaces.” Frando said. “You got something special you want?”

MJ looked at Frando, then at Felicia, thinking. She usually had her fingers in her for a finale. Pete would love those. With Felicia, things were flying her mind. Finally, MJ had an idea.

“I got an idea...” She pulled Felicia down with her, so both of their pussies were expose to the camera, Felicia butt high in the air. MJ then grabbed Felicia by the thigh, and tugged Felicia's pussy to her in a classic lesbian 69.

“Racy~. Oooh he'll love it.” Felicia was beyond horny, and could barely her MJ call to her. All she knew is there was a red delicacy in front of her, one that she wanted a lot. She took whatever power she had left to listen. 5 more shots. Then she was gonna fuck MJ silly for this.

“What MJ?” She panted out, her eyes glazed over.

“Give my pussy a kiss for Peter.” She said again.

Felicia didn't need to be told twice. Eyes the camera with all natural lust now, she kissed the top of MJ's pussy, just on the hood of her click. Snap. MJ twitched. Felicia let her tongue drop in. Snap. “F-Frando, over here.”

Felicia gently kissing her as Frando rushed over. MJ reached up, hands gripping Felicia's bubble but, and gave Felicia's pussy a kiss dead center. Snap. Snap. Her own tongue darted up, and gave one full swipe across Felicia's mound, cause Felicia to gasp.

Snap. Bing: memory card full.

It took some doing, but MJ managed to pry Felicia off and the too sat, Felicia trying her best to look calm with completely drunk on lust eyes, her breathing hard and her pussy dripping now. MJ, having done this before, was only slightly wet from Felicia's excessive kissing.

“Alright, Mrs. Watson.” Frando said, plugging into the camera printer he used just in case. He rolled through the film quickly, printing every shot: 40 in all. “Mr. Watson okay with this? If I recall correctly, he's more straight-laced then a priest somtimes.”

“She's his ex. Just thought he'd like it.” She said with a smile.

“Oh.. hoh...” Frando replied with an evil grin, popping the small card from from camera and handing it to MJ. “Frando likes. Any room for me and Dante?” He said with a bigger grin. MJ flushed and shook her head. She had enough on her plate with Felicia. “You're no fun.”

Speaking of Felicia, MJ looked over at the girl who was still sitting and breathing heavily. She looked like her brain had melted. Frando packed his gear, leaving the set as is: there was another shoot in tomorrow, no sense in cleaning it up now. “K, honey, see you for the solos tomorrow. You want me to bring a spare card?”

“No thanks, I'm sure Pete will love this.” Frando nodded, waved them off, and strode out where Dante was waiting, slightly miffed, which meant extra spanking with the paddle later tonight.

“Felicia, come on. Let's go get changed.” She said, pulling Felicia up.

Which promptly turned out to be the best mistake MJ ever made.