Miscalculated

"So, Mr. Parker-"

"I think you can call me Peter. Maybe even Pete." He smiled at her as he guided her into his apartment.

"Petar Pahr-kir," she played up her accent. It was different but similar to that of Silver Sables. Her research showed a murky relationship there that had some form of romantic entanglement. It helped her odds to have him thinking of past romantic partners. Or at least thinking sexually.

The apartment was... oddly like its owner. A sloppy mish mash of things with a grand foundation. It was messy. There were at least three half finished projects she could see out in the open. A white board half filled with science well above her head stood out. The dining room table had an array of disassembled cameras speard over it alongside an empty pizza box. And finally several of Parker Industries business records were piled up on the couches.

Peter chuckled and ducked his head. "Sooorry, wasnt expecting company."

She chuckled, deep and sexy while she put a hand on his arm, she aagin emphasized her accent "It's just the vay you are, Petar. Gee-knee-us like yours is allowed to be... messy."

Peter gave her a smile, "Thanks, Ana."

"Ov course, ser." She patted his arm.

"Peter." He corrected flirtily.

"Pee- tar" she flirted back. Trusting in her preparations she innocently asked, "Iz there any rhoom vhere your gee-knee-us has not taken ohver?"

"Uh... my bedroom?" He said uncertainly. Then he quirked a smike, "I even remembered to make my bed today."

"Oooh, iz that vhere ze magic 'appens?" Ana asked teasingly.

"Uuuh... magic?" He laughed. "I'm not much of a magician. I'm terrible at sleight of hand."

"A diff-uh-runt type ov magic, Pee-tar." She leaned into him, letting him breath deep and letting Eau De Cobra do its job. "Many, many be-you-tuh-ful vimen have been in your ahms. You must bee-ghile zhem vith your magic."

Peter groaned as he took several deep breaths.

"Zo many zmiling vimen, pleazed vimen, zatizfied vimen." She played up her accent and she let her hand rest on his chest and her fingers traced the muscles under cloth before finding his nipple and circling it. "I vish to be among zhem. I vant to be zmiling, zatizfied. I vant to be with you, Pee-tar, zexually."

Peter turned faster than she could blink and the Baroness soon found herself being princess carried at above human speed. A second later she found herself being carried up the stairs in a single leap and then they were thru the door to the bedroom in a second. The world stopped moving in a blur as she found herself lying on the bed.

She looked up and a small part of her was thrilled to see the intent look on Peter's face. She let her legs splay open, as much as her pencil skirt would allow. "Vont you make me zmile, Pee-tar? Show me your magic trick zhat makes zhe vimen zmile."

With a small growl he leaned down, grabbed her pencil skirt by the hem and moved. He jerked his hands in opposite directs and a hundred dollar skirt was ripped in two and tossed away. With a pleased growl at seeing her black garter, panties and stocking he loomed over her. She was surprised as he pulled back and then lowered his head to her crotch but she was not opposed to where this seemed to be going.

She was unhappy to see him once again ruin an expensive garment as he ripped her panties in two. At least he left her garter and stocking set alone. Possibly a kink to explore in the future or possibly just expediency on his part. He quickly had his head between her thighs and was breathing in, savoring her scent. She made a mental note to use Eau De Cobra in that area if oral was his natural predilection, she could only hope he had talent with his tongue-

"Oooooh mein gott!" She yelped.

Eyes rolling back she got to experience what super speed and super strength could do for the human tongue under the guidance of the mysterious Spider sense.

In retrospect she hadnt prepared nearly enough for this.