He was lookin' for a soul to steal

Entering the bedroom Nick spoke, “Web head.”

“Wait, what? Why are you saying my safeword?” A perplexed redhead said to Nick as she sat on the edge of the queen-sized bed dried and wearing her workout gear.

Nick sat heavily on the desk chair which bent and creaked as he swirled to face the supermodel, likewise dressed; in swim trunks and a wife-beater, yellow stained at the armpits.

“Red, this needs to be a serious discussion. I am going to record it and I don’t want you to say you were doing it under ****. This may be related depending on your choice, but the decision needs to be separate, free and clear. Understand?” A stern expression was on Nick’s face, his intentions becoming more obvious with each word. “I know we made a bet, but I absolve you of that as long as you listen seriously to my proposal.”

“OK, Nick. What exactly is the proposal?” Queried the now serious bombshell, her arms crossing in front of her bountiful chest.

“Let’s start the recording. Do you agree to be recorded?”

“Sure Nick,” MJ said while rolling her eyes knowing he already had hours of video of her fucking him.

“Great, a friend dropped this off as you showered. In this package is a contract for me to be your semi-exclusive photographer and manager. I will go over exactly what it entails.” Nick said as he brought a thick manila envelope into view. “I would like you to sign it and I will be your sole professional photographer from now on.”

“Nick, first I have a manager I am happy with. Second, not all the brands I work with will allow you to photograph for them. Each campaign usually has a photographer brought in separately.” MJ reasoned, though she felt her heart flutter knowing Nick was using his chance to be closer to her.

“Let’s start with the first part Mary Jane. Do you have a copy of your contract with your manager?” Nick persisted, a few bullets still in his chamber.

“Sure, it's been awhile but I took a photo of it on my phone when I emailed it to Peter to have his lawyer friend look at.” MJ said as she stood to grab her phone from the desk beside Nick. “Here.”

Silently, Nick grabbed her phone, forwarded the contract to his and began to read. “Holy Shit Red, Mary Jane.”

“What Nick?” MJ bouncing up to look over his shoulder as he read her contract.

“Did you read this thing? Did Peter? Did a lawyer?” Nick looked up incredulously at the redhead.

“I didn’t, Peter said his lawyer said it was fine.”

“What two-bit hack of a lawyer did he use? Never mind. First off, you were auto renewed for five years by this company, which expires, shit, this week. So, you technically can find a new manager. Maybe this is why Felicia said others were interested in you. Not that I can figure how she would have known about this. Secondly, you are only making about twenty percent of whatever the client pays your management company, up to a maximum of seventy-five thousand a year.” Nick slowly explained, looking at MJ as if she was an idiot, "Damn, people would kill to keep you under this contract. You do know top supermodels can make tens of millions a year, right? And you are considered the top, or at least top three."

MJ blushed before she erupted in sobs of anger, “They said the rest was going into a retirement fund, and an annuity which would start paying out when I hit thirty.”

“It is but isn’t. Ten percent is going into an annuity which filters through your manager first. Meaning you only get the amount he/she allows after he/she takes a bite there also. Yeah here it is, it says they can take up to 50% as a handling fee. Two fucking percent is going into your retirement Mary Jane. Two percent managed by them, again with a management fee. Mary Jane, they are scamming you good. Heck, I only had twenty percent as the manager in my contract in total. The annuity itself isn’t a horrible idea, supermodels used to have a short lifespan. That should be your decision though.” Nick’s brow was furrowed as he continued, “How did neither you, nor Peter realize how poor you were compared to other supermodels?”

“I was always kept so busy with shoots, I never thought about it, and I normally worked with other models from the agency. Peter was chasing Spiderman. We always seemed to have enough. Plus, I never paid for anything while shooting.” MJ said with shame.

“Fuck Mary Jane, call your manager now and tell them you signed elsewhere. Also tell them you are planning to sue them for fraudulent practices, I’m not sure you could even legally sign this at seventeen. Tell them that, whether we can or not is up in the air, but we need you to talk to a lawyer. Who did Peter use?”

MJ paused to think, her breath light on Nick’s shoulder, “Matt Ma..something, I think.”

“Hmmm, dunno but my lawyer is better and female, so she will love this. Geez this shows you signed it at seventeen on a three-year contract with the auto renewal at five years. Write a notice of termination, call them and while you are telling them what you are going to do, send it to them via email, then put it in that envelope and I’ll call a courier to pick it up and deliver it to their offices today and get proof of delivery. Or this thing auto-renews.”

MJ’s eyes were wide as Nick handed her pen and paper and she wrote what he told her to write. When done she called and spoke to her manager who tried to brow beat her into taking her time and re-thinking her options after a meeting next month, days after her opt-out would end. She exploded in a string of expletives making her agent clear to her intent and letting him know she was recording the call. Nick held her in his arms, comforting the sobbing but firm woman. Her career was basically a lie.

“It’s OK Mary Jane. It will be OK. I know a lawyer who will actually do some work. Right now, do you have any contacts of clients?” Nick said thinking quickly.

“Sure, why?”

“Send them an email introducing me as your new manager and person to contact for all currently planned and future engagements. Tell them to cancel any payments involving you to your old company if the shoot hasn’t gone forward, but you will honor the shoot contracts through your new manager. Tell them your old manager had no right to negotiate anything passed the date of your contract with them.”

“OK, thanks Nick.” MJ said as she continued to cry into his shoulder, her fingers typing a letter to send to all of her top clients. Considering it was a weekday, she expected quick replies.

“Now I’m going to set up a meeting with my lawyer to discuss if you have any potential legal case against your management company. I suggest you read my contract for management and sign if you have no questions.” Nick said as he stood and walked to the bathroom to call his lawyer.

“Hey Anne, this is the Brock-man’s friend Nick Katzenberg, I have to discuss a potential case with you. What, you retired, sorry to hear that. Call Jennifer Walters at XXX-XXXX. OK, thanks. Talk soon, yeah.”

Unfortunately, Ms. Walters phone was busy and Nick could only leave a voicemail, “Hello, this is Nick Katzenberg a friend of Anne Weying. She referred me to you about a potential case for my new client. It may be pretty big, it may be nothing. Call me back at XXX-XXXX.”

Nick trudged back out to the bedroom, to find a radiant MJ sitting at the desk signing the final page of the management contract.

“Great, now the photography contract is more to run your socials. It does require that you will request me as the photographer for deals, but the client can reject the request.” Nick said. “You should contact other models at your old firm and ask them to read their contract as well.”

“Let me read the photographer contract, but it sounds doable.” MJ responded as Nick leaned over her and stroked her hair. “I already contacted most of them, Seol, and Alison already responded and want out also. They apparently caught on recently also and never signed new contracts but won’t say why they haven’t left.”

“Let’s set up meetings with them and see what we can do.” Nick said turning off the camera while caressing MJ’s arms, holding her close. She was now his piggy bank as well as his ****. He needed to keep her somewhat stable.

“Thanks Nick.” MJ said, still sobbing into his shoulder.

They stayed like that for another ten minutes as MJ gathered herself before getting up and moving toward the door.

“Hold up Mrs. Parker,” Nick said grabbing MJ’s arm as she stepped through the bedroom door, watching as a shiver travelled through her spine. “We are still in timeout from our games, but I would love for Mrs. Parker to blow me. Not my **** Red, Mary Jane Watson Parker. I want my cum on your lips when you go back to hubby. Not an order, and you can leave right now.”

“OK Nick, I want to do this to thank you.” MJ said as she turned and knelt and pulled his shorts down. Her first kiss was light and gentle, thanking the hulking man for helping her with her problem.

The blowjob was slow and sultry, like a long kiss goodnight to a lover. Nick grinned down at his new client, one who would hopefully bring in more bitches to his stable. He held himself in the door way as she loving blew him until he came in her waiting mouth before swallowing.

Grunting with satisfaction as his last spurt shot into the supermodels mouth Nick smiled and said, "Thanks, Mary Jane."

MJ swallowed and simply smiled before standing and saying, "No, thank you Nick. I am really starting to like you. Spidey and Petey."

Nick grinned evilly knowing the game was back on, "Red, don't forget your rules and I allow you to fuck Peter and only Peter tonight."

"Yes Sir."

Neither could see a dark shape moving along the edge of the cabin, listening to the dealings. Felicia Hardy could not have been more stunned at the turn of events. Seems Nick would be coming into money soon. Rich and big cock with a beautiful **** and maybe, just maybe some more down the line. Count her in.