Again

MJ stepped out of the limousine hidden under a shawl and sunglasses. As the doorman opened the large entryway doors, she walked through the foyer and pushed for the top floor apartment. She took a deep breath and got in the elevator.

She was really doing this. Going back into the lion's den of her own volition.

She knew the dangers, but she was sick of it all. The struggling with finances. The struggling with Peter. The struggling with Spider-Man. The struggling with her career. She felt like she had been continually kicked down, over and over, and she was willing to go to someone who was helping her to get up. She'd had enough. It was time for her to get back on her feet and enjoy some happiness... for once.

The floors went up and up until she was almost at the top. She took a deep breath and regained her composure.

*ding*

The elevator doors opened, and she was immediately greeted by Nick Katzenberg. He stood with his arms wide open, wearing the stereotypical billionaire playboy outfit of a black satin robe with red trim. It seemed his fashion icons would be someone like Hugh Hefner or some "iron-guy" type of wardrobe. Looking at him up and down, she was fairly certain he was nude underneath. And as soon as he stepped forward, his thick cock decided to "accidentally" slip out and greet her from behind the robe.

*Yep* she thought *naked* and looked away from it.

"MJ!... Baby!... Darling!... A star is born....." he said as he grabbed her hand and gave it a nice kiss.

That wasn't enough though.

"Come here baby.... I think we're closer than that now," he followed up.

Katzenberg pulled her into a tight embrace, his thick arms wrapping around her. He made sure she could feel his semi-stiff aroused body against her. She just stood there and took it standing motionless like a mannequin. She sprang to life when he stepped over the line and grabbed both ass cheeks with his thick hands.

"Not that close," she said as she broke the hug.

Returning his hand to hers, he pulled her away from the penthouse foyer and into his large living room. It was a palatial estate with floor to wall windows exhibiting a wide vista view of the New York city skyline. He had a fire burning at the fireplace and ushered her in more to witness his wealthy living.

She wasn't able to appreciate it on her last "visit." She was a bit preoccupied with some other things.

Mary Jane walked around, pulling her sunglasses off and shawl. She looked around at the different views.

Nick just stared at MJ. He wanted to so badly bend her over his couch and tug down those tight, tight yoga pants. He was licking his lips lost in his fantasy seeing MJ's face in ecstasy as he would plunge his dick right between... that... juicy... tight... cu-

"Nick!" MJ yelled.

"W-w-what?... Oh sorry MJ... hehehe ... I was a million miles away... what were you saying?" He quickly answered her.

"I said nice place you have here," she started, "When can we take a look at those contacts Nick?"

Nick rubbed at MJ's shoulders. She bristled at the touch but let him continue.

"MJ... baby... you're so tense.... look, don't worry about that... take a seat... rest.... we have plenty of time to review that over dinner,' he said as he pushed her down into his long, black leather couch.

She hit the cushion hard, sinking in.

"Oof," she let out, a bit surprised.

Katzenberg went to his bar and poured some liquor into 2 glasses and brought them to Mary Jane. Sitting down right next to her, he handed her the drink and sipped his own.

"Red.... take a drink... relax... ol' Nicky has just what you need to wash away those aches and pains," he said as he rubbed at her thigh.

Katzenberg sat just wide enough that his robe would peek open and tease MJ with his fat, thick cock laying out against his thigh.

Mary Jane glanced for a second, taking a deep drink before she turned away.

She could feel his massive hand wandering up and down, up and down her thigh, lulling her into a false sense of security. He creeped closer and closer to her pelvic area, inching closer to the promised land.

MJ looked at his hand, her heart was racing. She needed an out for the moment, something to get her off the couch... and away from Katzenberg's monster log on display.

She put her hand atop his wandering touch in an effort to pause him. She noticed she was still wearing her workout gear and had never bothered to take a shower. She imagined she must just stink of sweat. Katzenberg, on the other hand, definitely had noticed that and loved her smell. He would lick the sweat droplets off her body if he could.

"Uhhh... ummm... Nick... would you mind... I really need to get cleaned up. I came over without doing anything after my workout," she said as she took another swig. "I could really use a bath."

MJ got up and Nick followed her.

"Absolutely hun... anything you need... mi casa ... es su casa... or whatever... Let me show you the tub," as he reached behind her and pushed her to the bathroom by her waist.

They both stepped inside his bathroom. MJ was in here before, but she did not pay any attention to the size. She might've been a bit distracted the last time. It was like a roman bathhouse, large marble columns and marble floors, gold pipes and faucets. The tub looked like a small swimming pool.

"Nice tub Nick," she said.

"Oh? You like em' big do ya?" Katzenberg responded, "hehe... of course you do."

"I know firsthand about that one," he muttered under his breath.

Mary Jane just shot Katzenberg a dirty look as she stood at the tub with her arms crossed.

"Well?" she asked, remaining very still.

"Well.... go ahead... take a bath," he smiled, "nothing I haven't seen before right Red?"

She just pointed her arm to the door, "Out."

"Okay.. okay.. okay... sheesh... can't blame a guy for trying right?"