Photo shoots galore

As the cab pulled up to Katzenberg Studios, both MJ and Peter stepped out of the passenger door.

"Ah-Hem!" the gruff cabbie said as he leaned to the back seat, his hand extended. "Uhhh.... that'll be 35 dollars Mack," he said as he stared daggers at Peter Parker.

Peter patted himself up and down, finally tugging his wallet out from his back pocket. Opening it up, he saw nothing in there except some receipts and coupons for a free sub.

He *chuckled* a bit and then smiled at his wife, "Uhhh... MJ, you got this?" he asked as sweetly as could be.

Mary Jane just rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated *sigh* before reaching into her purse and tugging out two crisp 20-dollar bills. "Keep the change," she said as they closed the door and stood in front of the skyrise studio building.

Both of them stood in front of the big glass doors. Peter was more hesitant than MJ about it.

"You sure about this MJ?" asked Peter.

"Peter... come on. Nicky is fine. He's helping to jumpstart my career. I've never had a better time in the business than working with him. He has a real passion for it."

"It's his passion for you that I'm worried about," Peter mumbled under his breath.

"What's that Pete?" she asked.

"Nothing," he replied.

As the elevator finally took them to the full floor for Katzenberg Studios and opened with a *DING* they were greeted by Nick Katzenberg.

"MJ! My baby! My muse! My star! How's the most beautiful redhead in the world feeling today?" he asked as he grabbed her hand and gently kissed it.

Peter was fuming. He wasn't even acknowledged, and his wife was already being fawned over.

Mary Jane just *blushed* as she smiled and went in to hug Katzenberg.

"Oh Nicky... behave," she said as she was held tightly by Nick.

Nick's hands started to creep downward towards her ass before Parker spoke up, "Hey Katz!"

Nick Katzenberg broke the hug and shrugged his shoulder before talking with Parker, "He he he... sorry **** of habit," he said trying to excuse his caught behavior.

"So... Parker," Katzenberg said as he *smacked* Peter on the back, "How's trudging for ol' JJJ at the Bugle treating you?"

Before Peter could even speak, Nick cut him off, "Yeah.... I know.... The guy pays peanuts. I could barely get by on that chump change. Ha! But look at me now... Tons of money.... fame.... beautiful women..... everything a guy could pray for... right, Parker?" He said as he grinned and winked at Peter.

"Anyways.... anyways....," he continued on, "We aren't here to shoot the shit Parker.... We're here for Ms. Watson. The star of the show!"

Katzenberg eyed up Mary Jane, grabbing her hand and twirling her around to see every side of her.

Parker was getting more visibly upset as he gripped Katzenberg's shoulder tightly, "It's Watson-Parker.... MRS. Watson-Parker."

Katzenberg broke free from Peter's **** grip as he rubbed his shoulder, "Yeah... yeah.... although... and (hear me out on this one MJ)." he followed in a quieter voice, "... It wouldn't be too bad to keep referring to your professional name as.... Mary Jane Watson."

Both MJ and Peter looked at each other but before they could speak Katzenberg cuts them off, "I know, I know... You're married ... and happily.... BUT... if MJ was seen as an available, hot commodity.... it would sell more magazines, more sales means more work, more work means better jobs.... You get the picture."

Mary Jane was debating it, but Peter quickly put a stop to it, "She doesn't need that... and I don't think she needs YOU."

Peter grabbed MJ by the elbow, "Come on Hun... Let's get out of here."

But MJ stood firm, shaking her elbow free. "No Pete... I DO need him.... very much so," she said as she sided by Nick Katzenberg. "He's got me this far by working with him, doing what he asked. I think he has my best interests at heart Peter... so if there is a change in name or whatever.... I am going to do it... with you... or without you."

Peter just looked down and then towards his wife whom he loved, "If that's what you think needs to happen.... then... I support you."

Katzenberg looked at both of them in the midst of their disagreement and just relished in how their marriage was slowly deteriorating. He felt like if he kept pushing, he could get MJ to divorce Peter today. But he knew he was playing the long game, taking it slow. Despite standing in front of MJ's husband, he was replaying the many... many times he had plunged his cock inside her tight, juicy..

"Katzenberg!" yelled Peter.

"Oh! a-hem... sorry... lost in a thought there," he *chuckled* as he got back to working with MJ.

"Anyways.... today.... BIKINIS!" he yelled out as he tugged MJ by the wrist to the beach display he had in the studio.

He took her to the rolling rack of thin skimpy bikini sets he had all lined up. None of them were decent. Not a single one of them would be used by a woman not looking to expose herself. There weren't single piece bathing suits and something more modest. Nope. This was just a debate by MJ to see how thin the floss between her ass cheeks would be.

"Select any one of my finest bikinis .... and enjoy," he said grinning. *I know I will* he followed up in his mind.

Peter went to the rack and was outraged.

"What the hell Katzenberg! These are barely fabric... let alone swim wear," Peter said as he tugged a thin red bikini off the rack.

Katzenberg just laughed, "Look... Parker.... You know about crime photos... .sure... maybe... but fashion.... nope, not at all. This!... This is what's in! Trust me baby," he said as he eased MJ to the garments.

MJ pushed Peter to the side of the room. "Look Pete... I brought you along to support me... to see how innocent it was.... not to do this," she said forcefully.

Peter was about to speak when she cut him off. "No! You stay here.... and let me work.... otherwise... go home Peter," she demanded.

Peter took a deep breath and just nodded his head, "Okay."

In a twist of events, MJ for whatever reason, ended up picking up the same red bikini that Peter had pointed out. She glared at him as she *huffed* off towards the changing room.

"Who does he think he is?" Asked Mj venting to the open room. "What an asshole Peter is being. I can make my own decisions. Thank you very much. We'll see what he thinks now when I come out in this ... very..... skimpy.... thing," she said as she suddenly was able to view the entire thing. It covered most of her nipples and her pussy, but other than that.... it was as thin as string gets.

She didn't care. She was going to do it. Peter be damned, as she stripped down and tossed on the very provocative swimsuit. She took a minute before going out to pose in the mirror. She turned left and right and then smiled, "You still got it Tiger," she said to herself in the mirror.

As she came out, both men were stunned at her beauty.

"Now THAT'S what I am talking about!" yelled Katzenberg immediately moving over to usher his star to the stage.

Katzenberg's hands freely moved over her exposed skin, feeling at her back, her shoulders, her arms. Mary Jane heated up as his familiar touch started to spark her memories. She tried not to *blush* too much or expose her biggest secret to the other man in the room, her husband, but the bright lights of the photo studio didn't help to make her feel any less exposed.

Peter just steamed as he watched from the sidelines. He wondered how much would be enough before MJ would call Katzenberg out on her own.

Katzenberg started his shoot, taking picture after picture of MJ. Some pictures had a palm tree in the background. Some pictures were of MJ playing with a beach ball. After 20 minutes or so of endless *click* *click* *click* from Katzenberg's digital camera, he started to shake his head.

"No, no, no..... this isn't working," Nick said as he walked up to MJ.

Mary Jane just looked at Katzenberg, "Something I'm doing... or not...." she was mystified at why the shoot wasn't getting completed.

Katzenberg smiled, "Nah... we just have to work on your poses. Here.." he started out as he moved behind MJ. He shook her hips and pushed against her posterior, "See .... we have to get a bit more loose.... You're too tight here.... and it's all getting caught on film." he followed up.

Peter's eyes just about bulged out of his head as he watched Katzenberg slam against his wife from behind. He clenched his fists tightly.

Nick smiled as he leaned into MJ's neck, her long red hair a bit in his face. "See... we have to ease into it.... remember," he whispered to her as his thickening shaft pushed against her ass.

Mary Jane stared forward at her husband, a smile on her face as she whispered back, "behave Nicky..... behave."

Nick just nodded his head as he shifted her forwards and backwards against his groin, "absolutely baby, " he whispered back.

He finished the coaching event with a wink to Peter on the sidelines, "I think she's got it Petey."

Peter was now beet red with rage. He was at a tipping point with Katzenberg. One more time and he'd...

*BREET* *BREET*

Peter knew that was his emergency cell phone ring. He raised his hand to Mary Jane and mouthed *I have to take this* to her as he left the room and went back into the Katzenberg Studio lobby.

Seeing an opportunity, Katzenberg went back to MJ. Mary Jane thought she was in for another coach session when Nick just pushed his hands through her head and pulled her into a deep, wet kiss. His tongue was moving in tandem with her tongue, his fee hands now were moving up and down her body, rubbing her breasts and ultimately freeing them from the very small confines.

"Ohhh baby... doesn't this just get you fucking hot?" asked Katzenberg as he sucked at her neck.

Mary Jane trying to fend off the sexual **** with as little opposition as possible, could feel her arousal rising, "Oh Nicky... please... not now... Peter could be back any second."

Katzenberg grabbed both of MJ's ass cheeks with full hands and forcefully pulled her into his bulging crotch, "I know... I know... .That's what makes this so hot... Spider-Man in the next room... his hot and wanting wife... with me... waiting for this," he said as he ground his package against her.

Mary Jane didn't disagree. In fact, her body was in quite agreement with Katzenberg's proposition. But with a cooler head, Mary Jane was able to push free and break the kiss from Katzenberg, "Baby... baby... Mmmmm... yeah.... but... but we need to .... A-hem. We need to... finish," she said as she straightened out her now shifted bikini.

Katzenberg just laughed, "That's what I was trying to do baby."

With that, Mary Jane resumed her position bent over a lounge chair as Nick came over for one last grope. He slid his hands in-between her thighs, pushing his middle digit right past her wet, pussy lips. The surprise penetration made MJ *moan* and then bit her lip with a grin. Nick just slowly pulled back his encounter with Mary Jane, resuming his position behind the camera as he licked his now wet finger.

After a couple more shots, Peter reemerged in the room. He was there to see the bikini shoot was finally coming to a close.

"Alright Mary Jane.... fan-fucking-tastic baby! I think we have ourselves a Sports Illustrated cover model on our hands right here!" Katzenberg said as he slid his arm around Mary Jane and walked her off the studio floor set.

"Now!" Katzenberg started as he ushered Mary Jane towards another rack of clothing, "Let's see if we can't also get you on the cover of Victoria's Secret... Hunh? Whadda you think of that.... Angel?" He asked as he grinned and winked at Peter.

That was it. The straw that broke the spider's back. Peter now in a rage had finally had enough of Katzenberg and with a loud *CRACK* had punch his square in the jaw.

"No more!" yelled Peter, "You slimy... fuck! You piece of fucking....." Peter said as he moved atop of Katzenberg's prone body and continued to pummel him, "...sack of shit... fucking garbage..."

His curses and blows to Katzenberg continued before Mary Jane sprinted in and covered Nick with her own body, trying to get Peter to stop.

Seeing that his wife was now completely covering for this slimeball, Peter stopped punching him and stood away.

Mary Jane stood up, helping a now black and blue Katzenberg to his feet. "Are you okay Nick.... Oh my god...Oh my god..." she said softly before getting him to his office room sofa.

After checking to make sure Katzenberg wasn't dead, she stormed out of his office and made a very angry beeline towards her husband.

"You FUCKING ASSHOLE!" she yelled as she jabbed at his chest with her finger. "I TOLD YOU! I said that you cannot behave this way! Get out!"

"But... but MJ," Peter tried to defend himself.

Mary Jane was not having it. "No buts Peter..... Get out!" She yelled at him. Pointing to the elevator, she reiterated her command, "NOW!"

As soon as a dejected Peter went down the elevator, Mary Jane watching to ensure he did, she went back into Nick's office to check on a now beaten Katzenberg.

"Oh my god Nicky..." she said apologetically to him, "I am so sorry.... SO sorry for Peter. I had no idea he would do that. I thought he might be mad.... but I swear I've never seen him lose control like that before."

Mary Jane sat down to the laying Katzenberg on the couch, his hand rubbing at his eye. "Ehh... no worried Red..... I'm sure I'll get better.... now that you're here with me," he followed up as he smiled. He rubbed at Mary Jane's bare thigh.

Mary Jane just chuckled and looked down at him, "You know.... for a guy who was just beaten up by a husband superhero... you are really asking for it," as she noticed his thick cock springing to life.

Katzenberg with an eye shut and soon to be black and blue just shrugged and smiled, "I'm a glutton for punishment baby... especially with you around."

Mary Jane smiled back, her hand slowly unzipping his pants, "I'll show you what punishment really is..." she said as she pulled out his very thick erect cock.

Teasing it with both hands, she looked at Katzenberg, smiled, then moved her head down, her lips placing tiny kisses on his bulbous cock head. After licking and surrounding his cock with her saliva, she started to bob up and down on his cock. The audible *Pops* of her mouth were making Katzenberg smile as he knew the black eye was worth it.

"I like this kind of punishment," Katzenberg said as he laid back and let his woman do what she does.

She continued to work his shaft as she took more of him inside her mouth, tightening her lips to make sure he was feeling the constriction. There was no way she could give Nick an effective blowjob without her hands gripping and sliding alongside. He was too large, too thick to be just given a simple cock sucking. That was something that would work on Peter's slight size... but not Nicky. She drew him in deeper and deeper, her eyes transfixed on Katzenberg's face in ecstasy, a look that made MJ very happy inside.

"OH yeah baby... MMMhhhmm.... Keep going.... You dirty bitch.... Fucking.... keep going," he said through gritted teeth nearing his climax.

After a minute or two of her very tight action on his shaft, the echoing *MPHH* *MPUH* *MPUH* of her mouth around his cock, Katzenberg gripped his hands through MJ's long, red hair and arched his bloated body towards her, pushing her head down into his body. He let out an exhausted, "OOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" as he orgasmed a torrent of cum inside his lover's mouth.

Nick's cock throbbed in MJ's mouth. She could feel it getting wider with each pulse. The loads slid down her throat with nowhere else to go. And after that, it started to spew out the sides of her engulphed lips, white driblets of Katzenberg sperm just falling down on Mary Jane's full double D breasts.

Katzenberg pushed his hands against her breasts, freeing them from the small red bikini and rubbing his seed all over them.

"God, you are a fucking specimen Mary Jane Watson," he said in appreciation.

Mary Jane just smiled and dragged her tongue along the underside of his now shrinking cock and let it fall down to her chest. She showed Nicky how much of his load was in her mouth before swirling it around and swallowing it.

"You haven't seen anything yet Tiger," she said as she winked at him.