A Night You Won’t Believe

Not only did MJ give me a time and place, but she also sent me a dress she wanted me to wear too! I don’t know how the hell she got my size but it fit perfect! A little too perfect honestly, I felt totally exposed! She said something about wanting to make sure I looked the part tonight, which, I guess in her mind, meant don’t look like a nerd.

Though I knew tonight was a night off with MJ I still needed to be prepared. Slung around my shoulder I had a small purse with some extra money, some condoms, makeup, mints, and my spider-suit inside. Just in case anything fishy happened.

The bus ride was absolutely nerve wracking. I could feel everyone staring at me! It wasn’t something I was used to out of costume. I gave a couple awkward waves and hellos which just made things even more awkward. Luckily it didn’t take long before I could quickly rush off the bus and into the massive crowd of people all waiting to get in to this club. I immediately became overwhelmed as I saw all the faces and not one looked familiar. I was about to just call it and get back on the bus whenever I heard a delightful voice behind me.

“Petra! There’s my little bad bitch~!” Before I could even turn around I felt long slender hands grab my ass possessively, and involuntarily I let out a quick moan as I turned to meet the eyes of the woman groping me. As soon as I did my heart raced even quicker, as I met MJ’s eyes again for the first time in years. “How are you doing tiger~?” She says in her soft, lustful groan before giving me a quick kiss which I was totally not expecting.

“Oh! I… Uh… I…” I stutter, my cheeks a bright red and eyes glossy as I try and think of something to say, which just makes MJ giggle more.

“Such a charmer. Same as always.” She giggles, before smacking my ass again and taking a step back. “I fucking love how you look in that dress! So sexy! You should totally dress like that more often.” She says teasingly with a quick wink. “What do you think of mine?”

Did I even need to say it? She was a fucking Goddess! A bright red dress that hugged her curves gorgeously, but somehow sparkled and brought even more attention to her. I could only imagine what it would look like in the club lights… God she was already driving me insane! Was I drooling yet?

I must have had some dumb look on my face because MJ just chuckled and grabbed my hand. “That good huh Parker?” She winks, before starting to pull me to the front of the line. “Come on baby~! Enough wasting time. I wanna see that fine ass on the dance floor.” At first I was just blindly following her, but very quickly I realized we were skipping the entire line! Once again I could feel eyes on me, but this time it was less admiring and more just plain angry.

“Uh… MJ?” I start to say, but she just puts one finger to my lips to silence me.

“Don’t worry sugar-tits. I have a plan.” She says with an oh so confident smirk and a wink as we walk up to the front door and stood in front of security. At first MJ just tried to push right past her and, obviously, was stopped by the red felt rope.

“Hey! What’s the big idea!” She screams up at the security guard who just looks down at her with a smug grin.

“Beat it red. We got enough sluts in designer wear trying to skip the line. You ain’t slick.” They chuckle. “Head to the back.”

I just put my head down in shame and start to walk back but MJ held firm, and with her iron grip on my hand it was impossible for me to go anywhere without her.

“Are you fucking kidding me? We’re not just some random whores!” She says loudly and, before I knew it, she yanked me ahead of her and put myself between me and the guard.

“Uh… MJ?” I whisper back at her. “What is this plan you ha-AH~!”

Before I could even process anything MJ had grabbed my dress and bra and pulled them down, exposing my impossibly large tits to the security guard as they jiggled like crazy in the open air. My eyes were wide, a blush grew on my cheeks, but I was frozen, unable to move or cover myself up or anything as MJ spoke confidently behind me.

“Do you see tits like these just anywhere? Don’t you think Quinn wants tits like these filling up her club on opening night?” She says confidently… while degrading me at the same time. She didn’t care how humiliated I felt she… she just wanted to use my body for her own personal needs… again…

“Not to mention her fat dumptruck of an ass back here!” She says, before giving me a rough spank that makes me let out a quick yelp of surprise… that also sounds like a moan of pleasure. “Come on honey… why don’t you let us in so you can show Quinn you know how to pick out the good sluts~?” She says with a chuckle, her hands moving back to underneath my breasts as she bounces them teasingly to the guard.

I was shocked and humiliated… and I just wanted to leave! But before I could verbalize my wants the guard unhooked the rope and took a quick step to the side, a wicked grin on her face as she stared down at the two of us.

“You really are a crazy bitch! Go have fun.” She says with a smile. MJ, with a smirk, grabs my hand now, blows the security guard a kiss, and pulls us both in the club as I start to cover myself again with my free hand.

“Sorry about that Tiger.” She says before I could even speak. “But I was not going to let some butch ass lesbian stop us from getting our freak on tonight! Wouldn’t you agree?” She asks with a small wink. I wanted to stop, tell her how wrong it felt, but very quickly my senses were being overwhelmed again as music started to blare and fog inched in from underneath the main doors.

“Party time!” MJ squeals as she yanks me into the room.