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This story is for adults only! The story has strong sexual and violent content as well as offensive language. If this is something that you feel uncomfortable with or if not old enough according to the law, the author would suggest that you read no further.

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Ultimate Tangled Web

Chapter 3
My name is Mary Jane Watson. I�m naked. I�m standing in front of my boyfriend�s worst enemy. His name is Norman Osborn. He threw me off a bridge. I almost died. He beat Peter (the boyfriend, the Spider-Man). He almost died. I came here to talk some sense into him.
One thing lead to another (hence the nudity).
He said, "Let�s get down to business." Oddly, that�s what led to the nakedness. I thought we were doing business. He made me strip, kiss his feet, even masturbate in front of him. I thought it was some weird psychosexual power-game. Lord knows he liked flaunting his power. Then he asked me to "get down to business". I thought this was it; he was going to make me do things, sexual things. He was going to pleasure himself with me and take pictures, or blackmail me, or strangle me and toss me off a building.
Even odder still, I was ready for it. I�m an "A" student. I�m not stupid. I came here knowing what might happen (the murder mostly, but the sex stuff was always a lingering possibility).
We made a deal. One night with me, and I get thirty days to convince Peter to give up being Spider-Man, let Osborn study him, and pay both our ways through college. On an hour-per-dollar basis it�s not a bad deal.
He said, "Let�s get down to business." I wasn�t looking forward to it, but I was ready. I came over to him. He motioned for me to sit on the couch. I sat. He went into his pants. I tried not to tremble�
Then he whipped it out and shoved it in my face.
His business card. It said "Norman Osborn, CEO. Owner. Founder." It had the OsCorp logo outlined in green. It had his phone number.
"Thirty days Mary Jane," Norman said from somewhere behind the card. "Thirty days from midnight tonight, I�ll comp you the first few hours for free. Just make sure Peter sees my side of the argument."
And he left me sitting on the couch. Alone.
My brain felt fuzzy. I couldn�t speak. Normally, I�m good in these situations but this one had me dumbstruck. It was the absolute last thing I�d expected.
I could hear him off in the distance. Slowly I got up and followed the sound of his voice. He was at his desk. My clothes were still on the floor in front of him. Mr. Osborn was talking on the phone. I didn�t understand the words; it was really just noise. I had more than enough trouble trying to focus.
"Call a limousine service to take Ms. Watson home. Not one of the stretch�s, something more low-key like a Lincoln. Please escort her down as well."
"Escort?" I heard myself say.
"Yes," Mr. Osborn said with a chuckle, "I like to make sure that my business partners get home in one piece." He smiled at me.
I got chills. "Business partner? That�s it? That�s all you�"
"Why? Did you want to do more?" Mr. Osborn folded his arms and cocked his head to the side.
Somehow I was walking backwards. I didn�t realize it until my butt hit the couch. I fell onto the cushions and the jostle shook a little sense back into me.
"Thirty days Mary Jane, thirty days from midnight tonight. I asked you to spend the night, to do what I asked, and you did." He shrugged his shoulders in a salesman-like gesture. "You have a big job ahead of you, but I think you might have just enough spunk to pull it off." Mr. Osborn walked in front of the desk and motioned for me to come toward him. "So� unless you have anything to add I suggest you put your clothes on. Ms. Brooke is a very efficient secretary and she�s probably about done ordering you that car."
So now I�m watching the lights of Manhattan as the driver takes me across the Queensboro Bridge. I haven�t cheated on my boyfriend, not in the physical sense anyway. I feel like a whore because I would have if he asked me to. For whatever reason he didn�t want me. I guess everybody wins.
So why do I feel like I got screwed?

* * * * *
"Hey Spider!" she called as she dropped onto the rooftop. Five and-a-half feet of sex appeal poured into a leather-ish black outfit. It clung to her every curve as she moved and flowed. She could make anything sexy.
The Black Cat was crossing my path, again.
I turned away from her and threw up my hands, "Great! As If my life couldn�t get any better!"
She ran across the roof at me, arms wide spread. "Come on sweety, you can�t be mad about the last time. I�m sorry, okay?"
"Let�s just say things are a little complicated right now." I can�t believe I just backpedaled away from a hug. She�s the sexiest woman I�ve ever seen and I�m avoiding physical contact. "And you are a walking complication."
"Okay� you got me there." She smiled, tossing the long white hair over her shoulder. "I am a walking complication. I have never made things simple. But you can�t say that my heart isn�t in the right place." She indicated that place by pointing at it with one leather-clad finger.
I�m glad the spidey-mask covers my eyes. She can�t see them linger on her incredibly endowed chest.
"And now�" she said with a purr, "my heart is right here." The Cat pressed herself against me. I could feel my tights get tighter.
"Stop right there, Felicia," I still can�t believe I�m resisting. "I broke up with my girlfriend and the last thing I need is you puking on another spidey-suit."
The Black Cat backed off a little. She tried to look innocent and batted her eyelashes at me. "I really don�t know where that came from, sweety, I�ve never even gagged before." She looked up at me with those big blue eyes, "Come on, that was funny."
Yeah, that one made me smile but she didn�t know that because of the mask I wore. "I�m not really in a funny mood."
"Want to talk about it?"
"No."
I saw anger flash across her features. "Come on, Spider. If this is going to work, you need to be a little more open about your feelings."
Was she trying to aggravate me? "Last thing I need is more women trouble right now, Cat."
"You�re right," she said, as she backed away, "I am nothing but trouble, a walking complication, and the last thing you need right now." Felicia turned and ran to the edge of the roof. She looked over her shoulder at me. "I am all that and more, but you�re going to follow me because you have to know what I�m up to."
She dropped over the side. I heard her cable-claw fire. There was really no chance of me stopping myself.
I watched the Black Cat dart across rooftops, leap over gaps, and swing to the next block. After about a second-and-a-half�s delay I was swinging after her. Luckily I could see the moonlight reflecting off the shiny black leather on her lovely tushy.
I have no idea how long I followed her for. I tried not to think about Mary Jane and how close she�s come to getting killed. I finally had to give her the breakup speech. It hasn�t been a fun week. Now I�m following a shiny (and shapely) ass across Manhattan. I live in a crazy fucking world.
Felicia ducked into the open window of an old brick apartment building. Like an idiot I followed, ignoring the little buzzing in the back of my brain.
I hit the floor in a crouch. My eyes needed a minute to adjust. For some reason Felicia had the lights off. The room slowly came into focus. Candles had burned halfway down. I guess this was where she lived, a studio apartment with the bedroom, living room, and kitchenette all in one tiny space. There were only three doors, a closet, an exit, and one to the bathroom. Decorations were sparse. There wasn�t much space anyway, but I guessed she did little more than sleep here.
Suddenly the light level changed. I turned and Felicia was behind me. She closed the curtains.
"Okay� what exactly have I walked into?"
Felicia had a smile on her face like the cat that ate the canary. "I�m just fulfilling a promise, nothing wrong with that, right?"
Okay, time to get a little scared. "What promise?"
"I told you�" Felicia closed the space between us, "When Wilson Fisk is down for good then it�s done." The Black Cat ran her hands over her figure, "this outfit comes off and it�s done. The Kingpin is in custody, the feds are all over him, and they have a witness on him who can�t be intimidated and is really tough to kill." Felicia�s hands cradled my neck. "It�s done. I�m done. While it�s not exactly what I had in mind, Fisk is over�" She shrugged her shoulders, "�so I guess the Black Cat is too."
"You�re giving up?" I stammered as she traced the outline of my ear with her fingernail. "So what does this have to do with the price of tea in China?" Felicia�s fingernail found the seam between my mask and neck. I could feel its sharpness on my skin.
"Come on Spider," she tittered playfully, "I made you a promise and I intend to keep it." Her voice was suddenly very husky. "Don�t you remember?"
Somehow I ended up with my back against the wall. Felicia purred like an oversexed kitten. She leaned against me and I could feel her body heat through my costume.
"I told you, sweety," she took a step backwards and smirked at me. Her dainty fingers found the zipper of her cat suit. "When it�s over this outfit comes off and we can be together�"
She let her voice trail off. Soon it was downed out by the sound of her slowing pulling down on the zipper. I could see her milky white flesh force the skintight leather apart. Everything about her was perfect. She was chiseled from stone. She was a full-grown woman with lust in her eyes and fire in her soul. Everything I�d done so far paled in comparison to this.
Just how far down does that zipper go?

TBC�
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