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Mary Jane�s Tangled Web Vol. II

Chapter 4

Eddie Brock�s broken body moaned weakly amongst the shattered glass. His lifeblood slipped out onto the pavement. He tried to roll over but his arms and legs lacked the strength. The bits of broken glass cut into his skin. He could smell the smoldering remains of the alien symbiote. His insides felt broken, blood spurted out of his mouth. He could feel his life ebbing away.
Mary Jane smiled.
She had him. Eddie Brock lay defeated at her feet, completely at her mercy. After all he had done to her, the things he�d made her do, she had no pity for him.
Mary Jane lifted the bloody sledgehammer over her head-

* * * * *
MJ blearily opened her eyes. With the side of her face planted to the desk, she blinked a few times, disbelieving the digital clock�s display. "7:32". She�d been asleep for over four hours.
Mary Jane lifted her head with a start, realizing how much time had passed. The office was closed. The secretaries, office workers, and janitors had gone home for the night. She was alone.
Mary Jane had a key and a security code. It wasn�t like she could be locked inside the OsCorp building, but she didn�t like being there alone. Not when Peter was home alone.
She picked up the phone, trying to organize her thoughts. She�d done a lot of work in the last few weeks. She was putting on weight, working crazy hours and stressed out. Her body wasn�t showing the changes yet, but it was still adjusting to office life. She needed a routine.
She dialed the number, but after a few seconds realized that Peter wasn�t home. "Probably out Spider-Man-ing," she mumbled to herself.
She hung up and looked around the office. It seemed so alien at night. The only light was her desk lamp. The fluorescent lights must�ve expired hours ago, the environmental switch shut them off automatically after a certain time with no motion. The affect cast a shadow over the normally bright edifice. The traffic lights outside reflected through her window and ran in haphazard patters in the reflections of every surface. Her desk, trophy case, even the coat rack was made of a polished glass. The big window that served as her office�s northernmost wall looked out over lower Manhattan�s financial district. She felt a longing, wishing to see her husband swing by.
That urge, like many others lately, had gone unfulfilled. She had a dull ache just under her belly. It throbbed with need. Her libido was going crazy. Her long hours combined with his work and tights-oriented hobby, she�d spent very little time with Peter at all. Her frustrations were starting to mount up. Being fucked by Peter would be her preferred release, but she would settle for "making love" if she had to. They�d moved into Stark Tower with the rest of the New Avengers, but it didn�t do much for their love life.
Besides, Peter wasn�t home so she�d find no release there. Maybe she could wait for him with nothing but a bottle of wine and a smile. Mary Jane smirked at the thought. Maybe Peter would be the first one to find her, or it might be Jarvis coming in to tidy up� or Wolverine sensing her excitement�
She turned red with embarrassment at the mental image of Logan and Jarvis aghast at finding her naked.
Then Mary Jane�s face went gray, "or it might be Aunt May borrowing a cup of sugar."
That was enough to get her mind back on the present. She shut down her laptop and collected her purse and coat. She�d go "high and dry" for the immediate future.
That was the double-edged sword of living with the Avengers (and one of the reasons she insisted on moving in). The Avengers were more than capable of protecting Aunt May, Peter and herself. The problem was you lived on top of each other. It left them with very little privacy. The budding romance between Jarvis and Aunt May was priceless in itself, but Logan�s animal magnetism, Luke�s rugged manliness, Tony�s suave sophistication, Cap�s boundless courage (not to mention genetically perfect body)� even Jessica�s tight outfit was starting to get to her.
"Do all of Peter�s friends have to be so hot?" Mary Jane bit her lip in frustration. The pain made her realize exactly what she was thinking. "I�m having sexual fantasies about the Avengers!" It seemed like such a ridiculous notion. "I need to get laid."
Suddenly the fluorescent lights came on. Mary Jane spun, instantly on edge. She sighed in relief as she saw the culprit through the glass doors of her office. It was only Betty walking from the stairwell to the elevator.
The bright and bubbly brunette waved as Mary Jane stepped through the door. "What are you doing here so late MJ?"
MJ smirked. "You won�t believe this but I fell asleep at my desk."
Betty giggled. The pointed ends of her hair swayed in perfect alignment with her smile. "I�ll believe it." Betty laughed as she approached, "That can happen when you get too wrapped up in work. You must be exhausted."
It was MJ�s turn to laugh. "Not really. I just took a three-hour nap. I�m more worried about how I�m going to get to sleep tonight."
Betty tipped her head to the side in a cockeyed look of introspection. "Why don�t you use the executive gym?" she suggested, "Maybe a good workout will leave you tired enough."
"That�s a damn good idea!"

* * * * *
Top floor, down the hall from Liz� office and the boardroom was the executive gym. "One of the many perks of the job," Liz had told her, "fully stocked with the finest equipment and staffed with people who know the latest fitness techniques. You can throw the health spa membership away, MJ."
Mary Jane didn�t know what an understatement that was. The gym was small but well stocked. Along one wall was a Stairmaster, treadmill, exercise bike and rowing machine. Along the other a Bowflex, Nautilus, free weights and punching bags. Up the middle were the aerobics and yoga paraphernalia. Mirrors lined the walls. The floor was soft with protective padded mats. It was small for a gymnasium, but it wasn�t meant for many users. She was impressed.
Mary Jane found the locker room with little difficulty. It was tiny as well, only six lockers, a mirror and bench. But behind the back door was the executive spa. White tile lined the floor and walls. A sauna, Jacuzzi, and twin massage tables surrounded by marble statuettes with running water. It almost seemed a Roman bath. Again MJ was impressed.
Finding no spare leotards in the lockers, she stripped to her underwear. It was eight o�clock, almost no chance of anyone walking in on her. You needed a security code to get to this floor and a key to get into this area. Even after three weeks she was certain that the only ones with access were Liz, Betty, and herself. There were no security cameras, but on the odd chance that the janitorial staff had not cleaned up yet she left her underwear on.
Barefoot she stepped onto the padding. Finding the remote Mary Jane hit the sound system and found something to her liking. Without wasting any time she started.

* * * * *
A bulky black figure prowled the rooftops around the OsCorp building. Like an animal it paced impatiently, tasting the air with its tongue. Normally, Venom would camouflage himself, use the symbiote�s adaptive nature to blend in with the surrounding environment, but this was becoming maddening.
At first, Venom was sure that Mary Jane would tell Parker. He had a clear mental picture of the teary-eyed supermodel lying to her husband. Venom was sure she would lie. It was the only way to cover up the sinful deal that she suggested. Venom would tell him the truth, but Parker would not believe him. They would fight a pitched battle above the streets of Manhattan. It would be all the more personal because the knowledge that his worst enemy had had his woman. It would eat him up, make the Spider do something sloppy and Parker would die. It was a simple plan. Revenge complete.
She never told Parker.
Venom found himself watching Mary Jane from afar. At first he was just checking up, once a week just to make sure that Parker�s wife had not broken their bargain. From what he saw she hadn�t, but she was doing everything else in her power to prevent his revenge. They�d moved in with the Avengers. She�d left the public eye for the corporate world, which made it much more difficult to keep tabs on her. Now she slept at work and went into rooms that had no windows. It seemed every step she made was building toward a goal, not knowing that goal was driving Venom insane with curiosity.
He slashed his claws against the ground and howled at the moon. "Is this the way you want it Mary Jane? We can raise the stakes as well as you can!"
The composite creature leapt off the rooftop and into the night.

* * * * *

Mary Jane ended up even more frustrated than before. She had adjusted the stair-climber to its highest setting and pounded away for almost an hour, completely and totally in vain. Nothing, no quickness of breath, to heart threatening to burst through her chest, nothing.
"Either my legs are too strong or the settings on this are broken." She though as she dismounted the machine in disappointment.
Discouraged but not defeated she tried the exercise bike, with disturbingly similar results. Then tension was all the way up, but she felt little resistance.
"Someone must be playing a practical joke. Or maybe sucking up to the boss by messing with the settings."
MJ hopped over to the treadmill. Out of all the machines, this one was the least tamper proof. She ignored the electronic controls and started pushing on the band with the toes of her feet, clawing the conveyer belt into motion. After a few careful struts she started to bring it up to speed, first a steady walk, into a jog, and finally a run. She began to feel this work as the familiar burning sensation began in her legs. Finally she felt some exertion.
She quickly found herself in "the zone", that state of total concentration that athletes hit when performing at the peak of their abilities. Call it "focus" or a "runner�s high" either way her mind was in a place were things like advertising campaigns, modeling contracts and alien symbiotes didn�t matter. She was in "the zone" and that was where she wanted to stay.
Mary Jane watched herself in the mirror. Her red hair bounce in time with her stride, her amble breasts wanted to do the same but the black velvet brazier was tight around her chest. Her midsection was as slender as ever. Her hips and legs were long luxurious curves. Her skin started to flush red as the blood circulated quicker. It made the black bra and panties that much darker in comparison. She watched the sweat trail down her forehead and over her breasts. She felt sexy when she sweated. It wasn�t often she�d seen herself like that. In the gym mirror, she liked what she saw.
Was it narcissistic to find oneself beautiful?
Her feet slapped the treadmill and she smiled at the sensation some form of release. She felt elemental, less a woman and more a force of nature. This was how she felt when Peter would "take her", when they would forgo all the romance and get nasty. She tried not to think about how much she liked being fucked.
"The only problem with running," she thought to herself, "is that it doesn�t do much for your arms." But that was only half the problem. The tightness across her chest was more than uncomfortable. And her panties had ridden up severely. It felt like they were going to split her in half. Spying the free weights at the other end of the room she came up with a hasty plan.
Within thirty seconds Mary Jane was back on the treadmill, sans the restrictive clothing and with a sizeable dumbbells in either hand. Someone must have been messing with the weights as well. The ones she used at home were 3 pounds. The ones that felt the same here 20-kg but were much bigger than her set at home. She thought "20-kg" didn�t sound right but she had to confess that she new little of the metric system. It had to be close though, because it didn�t throw off her balance any when she stepped back onto the treadmill.
She sped up her run, doing simple curls and lifts with the weights. The extra burden made all the difference, her legs had to work harder and her arms began to strain. Her breasts didn�t sway as much as she assumed they would. The weights pulled the muscles underneath tight, restraining the bounce but still enabling her to breathe. She got into "the zone" quicker then before. The dumbbells seemed to float after a while. Effortlessly she pumped her arms and legs. Her glorious, naked body reflected back at her.

* * * * *

Eddie Brock had a busy night. Most of it he�d spent on the phone, negotiating prices and places. He�d burned up most the prepaid minutes on his cell phone as he paced back and forth on the creaky floorboards of the condemned tenement he was using as a base of operations. Once that was done, he finished making alterations to the bathroom. He spray painted the windows black and covered the cracks with duct tape to prevent any light from seeping in. He hung up some extra clotheslines, procured the necessary chemicals and found a red light bulb. Then the real work began.
Revenge was busy, tireless work.

* * * * *
MJ had lost complete track of time. There was no clock available and she left her wristwatch in the locker. Since she didn�t have the treadmill�s electronics on, so the timer never expired. Whatever time it was, she knew it was late. A shower, food and sleep seemed her best course of action. She slowed her pace, stepping off the treadmill and returning the dumbbells to their proper place.
MJ smirked as she saw herself bend over in the mirror. She looked ludicrous. Hair matted and covered in sweat from head to toe, naked as the day she was born.
"What the hell got into my head?" She asked her reflection. "Did you want to get caught?"
Smirking, she posed like a bodybuilder until she made herself laugh. Collecting her discarded garments she headed for the locker room.
In all her activity she�d forgotten what a small space it was. The showers were in the spa, along with the towels. She pushed the connecting door open and stepped through.
The sound of gently running water and a soothing piano concerto greeted her. Scented candles burned and the lights were set low. She heard a woman grunting. She wasn�t alone.
Mary Jane tried to cover herself with her arms and backed up to the door. Her hands fumbled, too stunned to find the knob. She choked down a cry. Desperately she glanced about the room.
And then she realized that no one was looking at her. In the center of the room a broad-shouldered man in a white cotton scrubs stood by the massage table, hands and arms worked diligently on the woman who lay there. The blonde hair gave Liz away as the person on the table. Her back was naked, a towel barely covering her bottom. She lay face down as the man kneaded the muscles of her back. Neither seemed to pay her any mind.
Mary Jane spied the towel rack over by the showers. After briefly considering an unpleasant ride home with her business suit stuck to her, she quietly crossed the room and reached out for one of the plush terrycloth towels.
"Hey MJ." Liz Osborn greeted, barely lifting her head. "How was the workout?"
Mary Jane froze. She was terrified at the thought of Liz finding out about her little nudie romp in the gym. She needed the money so badly�
"You have to tell me!" Liz looked at her with those deep blue eyes. "It was all you could talk about on the ride to work this morning. Did it stand up to the hype?"
"But�?" Her brain couldn�t finish the question. Something wasn�t right. None of this added up. Had she spent all night on a treadmill in the executive gym?
The masseuse looked up and smiled broadly, "Lookin� good Red!"
The new voice made Mary Jane�s heart skip a beat. Her jaw dropped. She was absolutely shocked. He was tall and strong, reddish blonde hair and pale blue eyes, his rugged good looks were unmistakable. How could she forget? He took her to the prom for pity�s sake. He was the best man at their wedding. Eugene Thompson spread his arms wide.
"Flash?" She threw her arms around him in an ecstatic hug, "Oh my God! I never thought you�d come out of that coma!"
"Me? Coma?" Flash warmly returned her embrace. "It takes more than goons and goblins to take the life out of this party. All they did was turn the volume down for a little while."
Her hands clung to his shoulders, she�d forgotten how well-built his frame was. "But? How did?"
"Dr. Young�s treatments got me back on my feet." He shrugged his shoulders. MJ could feel the muscles rippling under his shirt. "A few shots and some physical therapy and BANG! Good old Flash is back!"
She pressed her face into his chest, grateful to have her friend back.
"I�m surprised Liz never told you� I�m the physical trainer up here."
She looked out at his with tear stained eyes. "I never thought-" MJ stopped in mid sentence. She felt a warm pressure against her belly. She realized the sensation was Flash�s growing erection through his cotton pants. She gave him a terrified look.
Flash smirked. "Well, you are naked."
MJ�s head swam. Flash caught her just as she lost her grip on consciousness.

* * * * *
Eddie Brock dropped the manila envelope into the big blue mailbox. A broad grin brightened his normally somber face. "So much to do and so little time�" he mused to himself as he unwrapped a chocolate bar.

* * * * *
Mary Jane opened her eyes. The air of Dr. Young�s clinic felt cold and sterile on her skin. She couldn�t remember much, just that something was dreadfully wrong.
"Are you feeling any better?" The doctor asked as he picked up a clipboard and lowered the lights. "Any pain in the head or neck?"
Mary Jane answered without thinking, "No doctor, I�m in no pain."
She couldn�t see him but she heard the smile in his voice, "That�s very good May Jane. Can you see the lights on the wall?"
She could, easily. They were the exact same red and green dots from before. They didn�t concern her right now. She figured out why she was feeling cold. "Can I have my clothes back now, doctor?"
He scribbled on the clipboard �increase dosage�. "That wasn�t the question I asked you, Mary Jane. It was very rude of you to change the subject."
"I�m sorry doctor."
"Good." Dr. Young nodded, scratching his salt-and-pepper colored beard. "This examination is as much physical as it is mental Mrs. Parker. You�ll get your clothes back after this test. I want you to relax now Mrs. Parker. Take deep breaths and feel the stress leave your body." His voice was very even, soothing. "Look at those lights. The rest of the world doesn�t matter. The only things that exists is the sound of my voice and those two little lights."
Mary Jane felt relaxed.
"Now," Dr. Young continued, "gaze at those lights for as long as you like. Slowly, as your eyes adjust, they will start to come closer together. Its nothing to worry about, it just a trick of vision." His voice droned a little, it wasn�t annoying. It served to relax Mary Jane even more. "When those lights come together, which one shines brighter Mary Jane? The green or the red?"
Mary Jane didn�t have to concentrate, the lights melted together but the green seemed to be more dominant.

"The green one�" she said, not even knowing she spoke. These sessions made her so drowsy.
"Good Mary Jane. That�s very good." Dr. Young took a deep breath. "Mary Jane, you�ve been having some trouble lately. What I want to do is give you some protection, a safe place to hide until trouble passes. Would you like that?"
"Yes�"
"Good. I�ll teach you a password to get there�"

* * * * *
Venom felt like celebrating. There were very few days in their lives when both Eddie and the alien felt like that, so they particularly cherished this moment. Eddie grinned broadly beneath the costume�s fanged smile. The symbiote shuddered with joy as they swung above the city.
"Let�s drop by the Parker�s," Venom said aloud in its echoed double voice, "maybe we can catch her opening it!"
Venom swung near Stark Tower, aiming for the high rise office building across the street. There he could camouflage himself and spy into the Parker�s quarters.
Suddenly the symbiote shivered in warning, its best imitation of spider-sense. Venom turned his head in the direction the suit indicated but it was already too late. A blast of green energy severed his webline and Venom found itself in free fall between buildings.
The composite creature spun in mid-air, spying its assailant. It was a dark-haired female in a red and gold costume. She flew under her own power.
Venom snickered as he fired twin webs. She tried to dodge but both found their target. Venom hung on as the lines went taut and yanked the flyer out of the air. She screamed something unintelligible as their decent began to slow. Apparently she was unable to support his full weight and maintain flight. They were slowed, but gaining speed. Venom found the rapidly rising street unpleasant, so it fired a third line and arched both toward the nearest available rooftop.
They rolled on impact and tumbling into a heap of arms, legs, and webbing. Venom was the first on its feet.
"Are you insane?" it shouted, tongue and teeth gleaming with saliva.
Jessica Drew, Spider-Woman, sprang into a defensive crouch. "What�s your business here Venom?" She punctuated her question by pointing in his direction. "Talk�" Her fingertips arched with energy, "�or you�ll taste a little of my venom."
"Don�t get your tights in a bunch, toots." Venom mocked, "We were just passing through. You assaulted us!"
Jessica knew enough about Venom to not trust his words. He was a menacing presence but made no attempt to attack. "So you�re just in the neighborhood? Visiting old friends maybe?" She hoped he didn�t notice how nervous she was. She�d been out of the superhero game for a while and heard that he was a heavy hitter.
"Not too far off actually." The alien costume began to swirl and change. It settled on the form of a basic shirt, slacks, and leather coat. "I came down here to celebrate, and would hate to do it alone."
Spider-Woman was on edge as the monster�s face split and melted. A few seconds later she was dazed. Where the oily-black creature had been seconds ago stood a broad-shouldered, handsome man. He voice had become deep and even, the hollow double talk of the monster was gone. Instead there was a deep, friendly, and stern voice.
"I think we got off on the wrong foot," he said as he approached with his hand extended. "My friends call me Eddie."

"Dammit." Jessica thought, "he must have some sort of enhanced sense of smell. I�m nervous and he�s picking up my pheromones." She terminated the cracking energy in her hand, and cautiously shook his.
Eddie smiled as she shook his hand. "I would be very honored if you would join me for a drink."

* * * * *
The dying light of day spilled though the wall of windows behind Liz Osborn�s desk. The golden hued light refracted in the glass fixtures of her office. It had been a rough day, contract negotiations, dealing with supply shortages, and preparing for the big meeting next week. "A very important meeting," she reminded herself.
The double doors flew open. Liz looked up as Mary Jane strutted through, a million-dollar smile on her face. She was vibrant, illuminating the room with her presence. Her hips swayed as she crossed the office, her tailored business suit shifted suggestively with each stride. Mary Jane came to a halt and leaned over her boss�s desk.
"Mary Jane Watson-Parker," Liz spoke through her cocky grin. "I�m glad to see you�re feeling better."
Mary Jane planted her hands on the desk and tossed her head back, hair flying. MJ smiled like a shark, her perfect white teeth gleamed in the light of the setting sun. Her eyes sparkled mischievously, something Liz had never quite seen before. MJ bent over the desk, her face so close that Liz could smell her breath. Liz�s attention was drawn lower however. Mary Jane leaned at an angle that gave Liz an eyeful of cleavage.
Mary Jane purred more than she spoke. "I have never felt better in my life. Dr. Young is a genius."
"Agreed." Liz sultrily replied. "His sessions leave you with a such better outlook on life. Don�t you think?"
Mary Jane�s eyes fluttered as she sighed, "Oh yes! Definitely." She sank back into one of the visitors� chairs, seducing Liz with her eyes. "I�m so grateful that you brought me in, Liz." Mary Jane played with the buttons of her blouse. "How can I ever repay you?"
Liz leaned back, that cocky grin still in place. "I�m sure I can think of something." Liz�s mouth hung open, much longer than it should have. Her breath began to quicken and her eyes closed. Mary Jane watched in awe as the CEO�s body began to tremble. She began to moan with each shuddering breath. Liz bit her lip, squeezing the armrests of her chair in a white knuckled grip.
MJ felt her nipple hardening through her shirt and bra. She loved the way her tit filled her hand completely. She slipped her other hand under her skirt and panties, rummaging for the treasure hidden there. She stroked it lazily, enjoying the erotic impulse it gave her. Mary Jane watched with great pleasure as Liz approached orgasm.
Liz let loose a wail of desire as she came hard. The sound of twisting metal almost drowned out her climax. Liz convulsed and fell back into her chair. She panted, red-faced and spent. Mary Jane noticed the handprints that Liz had crushed into the armrests of her chair.
Betty crawled out from under the desk, stood and adjusted her business suit. She wiped her chin with her hand and spoke in an even, business-like tone. "We have the owners meeting on Monday. They�ll want an update on the quarterly earnings and the marketing strategy."
Liz tried to sit up, leaning heavily on the bent armrests. She brushed the hair away from her face and recovered somewhat. Liz addressed them as she hiked her panties back under her skirt. "This is your big unveiling Mary Jane. I hope you are ready."
"Ready, willing, and able." Mary Jane whispered as she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped her hand inside. "I think you�ll be impressed, Boss." MJ said suggestively as her hands went to work under her clothing.
"Good girl." Liz commented as she opened a small wooden box on her desk. The earthy aroma of fresh tobacco filled the air. She pulled a cigar from the humidor and offered it to MJ. "Cigar?"
Mary Jane didn�t respond. She�d already closed her eyes and sank into her chair. Her mouth was slightly agape. MJ was lost in the sensation of her own fingers on her flesh.
Betty had walked over to the entranceway and activated the privacy shades. A motor hummed to life as venetian blinds lowered automatically from permanent spools hidden in the ceiling. Once finished the metal shades obscured any view from the outside hallway. The setting sun through the slats cast long horizontal shadows across MJ�s body.
Betty smirked as she dug her cell phone out of her purse and flicked it open. She was suddenly very happy that she selected one with a camera mode. "Playtime," Betty giggled as the image came into focus.
Liz leaned back in her chair, propping her feet on the desktop and crossing her ankles. She was completely relaxed, enjoying the show.
Mary Jane withdrew her hand from her panties. Her fingertips found their way to her lips. She suckled her fingers and gave Liz a lusty wink. Betty�s phone caught the moment. Mary Jane stood and sensually shrugged her jacket and blouse off her shoulders and into the crux of her elbows. She turned away from the camera. Mary Jane laughed.
"Tease," Betty scowled the tips of her brunette bangs curled around the expression.
Liz snipped off the end her cigar. "Don�t antagonize her, Mary Jane. Betty doesn�t like it."
"Do you?" MJ asked over her shoulder.
Liz didn�t respond in words. Instead she fiddled with the phallic symbol in her hands.
"I like teasing." Mary Jane said as she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her skirt. "I like being watched." MJ bent forward as her hands went downward. The sensual motion slowly peeled away her skirt, stockings, and panties. Betty got an excellent shot of the round firmness of Mary Jane�s ass. "I like being naked." Mary Jane let the remaining clothing drop to the ground. She stepped out of her shoes and away from the pile of discarded clothes. Her bra quickly landed on top of the rest, leaving her completely bare.
"I like naked." Betty nodded, her twin curls bouncing in time. "Naked is good."
Liz�s cocky grin returned. "Good girl."
Mary Jane smiled. "As you can see, I�m very excited to be working here."
Liz couldn�t help but notice the excitement that shimmered between the supermodel�s legs. She found the heady aroma quite pleasant with the unlit earthiness of her cigar. "It nice to see you�re with the program." Her attention turned to Betty, "Pick her clothes up before they wrinkle. And get us a drink. This is cause for a celebration."
Betty busied herself with her appointed tasks.
Mary Jane mounted the desk and crawled towards her lounging boss on her hands and knees. Instantly she took the aspect of a jungle animal, ready to pounce on her prey. Her breasts and ass swayed as she crossed the expanse between them. "I like teasing." She snatched the cigar from Liz�s hand and rolled it between her legs.
Liz raised an eyebrow.
Mary Jane�s face twisted into a mockery of orgasm. "I like being watched." She said as the expression disappeared. Her aspect changed again, this time she became the supplicant. Her belly sank to the desktop, her back arched and feet playfully dangled in the air. She held herself up by one elbow, not letting her pink nipples rest on the cold glass. "I like being sexy."
MJ offered the cigar to Liz�s lips. She took it carefully, cautiously searching for any sign of deceit. Liz found none. MJ flicked the lighter and held the flame steady for her manager. Liz inhaled, tasting Mary Jane on her first puff. She found the mix of flavors incredibly pleasing. The cocky grin returned to the face of OsCorp�s CEO.
Liz looked straight in the eyes of the beauty that lounged on her desk. "I�ve had enough of being pushed around. Of being told what to do, especially by men. I think its time that we pushed back. Don�t you?"
Mary Jane smiled back sultrily, whispering as if this was a secret between them. "I�m tired of restraining myself. I�m a woman. I like being naked. I like being watched. I like being sexy." She leaned closer, purring into Liz�s ear. "But I love being fucked." MJ pulled back a little to watch Liz�s reaction. "Is that so wrong?"
"You�re free and that scares them." Liz spoke in a solemn monotone. She lifted the supermodel�s chin with one slender figure. "I�m a very powerful woman in charge of a very powerful corporation. That makes a lot of men nervous."
MJ twitched, playfully catching Liz�s outstretched finger in her teeth. "I�m not a man," MJ sinisterly smiled as she kissed her employer�s fingertip. "And do I look nervous to you?"
Liz grinned like the cat that caught the canary. "Mary Jane, there is a reason I chose you. The Osborn legacy is a heavy burden. Norman went mad. Harry snapped under the pressure. They didn�t understand. This city will give you anything you want, you just have to want it hard enough." Liz played with a stray curl that fell across Mary Jane�s forehead. "Being a woman in a man�s world isn�t easy, but I�m the bitch that�s going to bite back. Care to join me?"
"What do you want me to do?"
Liz sucked on the end of her cigar. She cupped Mary Jane�s face with her free hand and kissed her. It was soft at first, a light touching of lips. Soon it became much more forceful; a demanding type of passion that she never thought a woman could give. To put it simply, Mary Jane had never seen Liz Osborn in this sort of way. She found it exciting and terrifying, an adventure that aroused her curiosity. It was one thing to tease, one thing to entice, but this was an experience she�d always denied herself. Mary Jane gave into the kiss without a thought.
Darkness set in over the city. Like magic the lights of New York twinkled to life.
Liz sat back into her chair, watching the effect she�d had on her subordinate.
MJ�s expression was blank, almost serene. Finally her mouth opened. Thick cigar smoke billowed out. Mary Jane rolled it around with her tongue.
"Damn that�s sexy." Betty whispered from somewhere behind Mary Jane.
MJ notice something was different. The voice got closer, but she didn�t hear the click of Betty�s stiletto heals on the polished floor. She pushed it to the back of her mind, not wanting to break her gaze from Liz.
Even out of her peripheral vision, Liz had a much better view. Betty had done everything her boss requested. She�d poured them drinks and picked up Mary Jane�s clothes, hanging them in the closet. Betty had even gone one step further and hung up her own business suit next to Mary Jane�s. It had been one of the reasons for Liz Osborn�s cocky grin.
Betty returned, naked as the day she was born and balancing three snifters of brandy. She�d noticed the intensity between Liz and Mary Jane and didn�t want to interrupt. Quietly she handed glass to Liz and kept one for herself. When she gave Mary Jane hers, their fingers touched. It was like electricity. Betty thought she might burst. She swallowed dryly when she realized, Mary Jane was not pulling away. Taking that as an invitation, Betty ran her fingers across the back of Mary Jane�s hand, following it down her supple wrist and up her arm. Betty marveled at how soft and perfect her skin was. At the shoulder she grew brave and caressed it with her whole palm. MJ didn�t flinch as Betty ran her hand over the length of her body. The warmth and scent was intoxicating, Betty found herself drunk off Mary Jane�s sexuality.
Her hand came to a rest on MJ�s ass. Betty lifted the glass to her lips and mumbled, "I really like naked."
Liz and Mary Jane never broke eye contact. It was a stare off, a contest of wills between two forceful personalities. Liz�s cold blue gaze was even and stern, an emotional wall, the poker face of a true professional. Mary Jane�s emerald eyes beamed with pure sex. She didn�t like to be kept waiting, but she would wait so long as she was rewarded at the end.
Liz must have found what she was looking for in those green eyes. "I�m not going to lie to you, Mary Jane. This power has a price. But in the meantime�" The cocky grin returned to Liz�s face. "I want you to do whatever you want. Let nothing stop you. Any desire you want I�m willing to help you receive."
Mary Jane�s emerald eyes shimmered with the darkest of possibilities. "Even revenge?"
Liz leaned in, close enough to smell the spirits on her breath. "I don�t want you to deny yourself anything Mary Jane. If you want revenge, make a list."
MJ smiled. It was all to perfect. Liz and Betty would help her get Venom. Peter would never have to know.
Betty put her drink down and circled behind the lounging Mary Jane. She began to rub her calves and thighs. MJ resisted the urge to moan but spread a little wider to give Betty�s hands more access. Betty kneaded the muscles of her legs, working her way to the supermodel� inner thighs. MJ bit her lip. She was wet with anticipation.
"May I?" She heard Betty whisper from behind her. She saw Liz nod. Again, Betty�s gentle voice whispered from behind, "playtime."
She felt Betty�s soft little hands on her ass, gently pulling her cheeks apart. Mary Jane�s eyes went wide with the sensation of Betty�s hot breath on her asshole. She nearly cried when she felt the tongue lick.
Her cheeks flushed red. Liz ran her fingers though MJ�s hair in a motherly expression of affection. "Just remember that I�m in charge. What I say goes, no questions asked. Understood?"
Mary Jane clawed at her boss� clothes, trying to pull the blonde in for another kiss. Liz braced herself by grabbing Mary Jane�s hair in a tight-fisted grip. The harder MJ tried to pull Liz in, the more it bent her own neck backwards and stretched her spine. It was a conflict of stimuli�s, the sweat pleasure of Betty�s anilingus to the sharp pain of Liz ripping off her scalp. Her cunt clenched down in phantom orgasm.
"Yes!" Mary Jane screamed, "anything you say! You�re in charge!"
Liz let go. Mary Jane dropped to the desktop as Betty continued undaunted.
"We have a very simple system," Liz elaborated as she rose from her chair. "Good girls are rewarded. Bad girls are punished." Liz put the cigar in her mouth and made her way over to the closet.
MJ�s looked over her shoulder as she panted.
Betty looked up at her and smiled. "Never had a kiss at the back door before?"
MJ laughed.
Betty smiled. Her perky breasts jutted out in excitement. She lifted a finger in a motion of pause. "Hang on a sec MJ," she said cheerily while raising a glass to her lips, "I always disinfect after a rimjob."
Mary Jane laughed even harder. She�d never heard something that funny. It was dirty and raunchy, not her normal type of humor. But coming from Betty�s chipper, happy-go-lucky mouth it seemed the funniest thing she�d ever heard.
Recovering from her bout of hysterics, MJ slid over to the edge of the desk. She brought Betty�s thin little body into her embrace a kissed her deeply. Their tongues danced and teased, chasing each other around in a playful game. It had been so long since she�d kissed anyone like that. It reminded her of when she was young, of when sex was fresh and new. Like when she used to go on dates with Peter-
MJ stopped. Betty pulled back, sensing something was wrong. "What?" she asked, exasperated and concerned.
"Nothing-" MJ stammered. "It�s just I have a husband� Peter�"
Betty placed her finger over Mary Jane�s mouth. "It�s okay, Dr. Young said this might happen." Betty turned her head and spoke across the room, "Liz, she�s having a relapse again!"
"Just give her one of the gel caps in my desk." Liz shouted from behind the closet door.
Gel caps? "Medication? For what?"
Betty rummaged through the drawer. "Those little fainting spells you�ve been having. Dr. Young said your Stromm levels were low."
MJ nodded. She wasn�t sure what Stromm levels were, but it sounded like something they�d say on "Secret Hospital".
Betty handed her the green pill and her brandy glass. "Bottoms up."
Mary Jane looked at it questioningly. Something was definitely wrong but she couldn�t remember what.
Betty smiled at her expectantly as her eyes darted back and forth from MJ to the closet. "Take it," the brunette whispered. "If you don�t, Liz will come back and punish us both."
MJ didn�t see and deceit in the woman�s eyes. The situation seemed so bizarre. Nothing felt right. Perhaps the pill would relieve that queer feeling. And a doctor did prescribe it.
Liz closed the closet door. Mary Jane popped the pill into her mouth and swallowed in one swift motion. Betty gave her a relieved smile.
Liz� heels clicked and clacked as she strode across the spacious office. Her hips swayed seductively under her little black dress. She extinguished her cigar in Betty�s brandy and handed her a matching black dress and shoebox. "Get dressed. We�re going out for a celebration."
Betty couldn�t stop the disappointment from curling the corners of her mouth downward. "I thought we would stay here and play."
"Get dressed." Liz repeated, her tone permitting no nonsense. "Underwear is in with the stilettos."
Mary Jane lifted her head, the evil smile had returned to her face. "Cheer up Betty, we�re going to paint the town red."

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