Cat-Calling

Mary Jane Watson, Mandy Everett & Jessica Rockwell lay on their stomachs on Mandy & Jessica's bed, taking a breather from their lewd activities. MJ had moved down and ran her hands over Jessica's ass, captivated by its smooth, firm feel.

"Where'd you get the tattoo?" MJ asked, referring to a butterfly tattoo Jessica had gotten on her right buttcheek.

"Oh, that? I got it back in college," Jessica recalled. "A bunch of friends and I thought it'd be cool to get a tattoo one night. Just a typical college thing."

"Well, I think it's cute," MJ whispered before planting a kiss on the tattoo.

Jessica mewed softly in response. "Then it was totally worth it," she smiled.

"And I can't leave this gorgeous butt out," MJ added, kissing Mandy's left buttock, causing MJ's fellow redhead to giggle. MJ crawled back to her position between Mandy and Jessica, who each took one of MJ's hands into their own.

"Speaking of sexy butts," MJ said, "I couldn't help but notice Anna's today when we were working out."

"I can't say I blame you," Jessica agreed. "She's got such a hot body. So tight and firm..."

"No kidding! You have no idea how wet I got watching her stretch. All I could think about was finding a way to get her into bed with us..."

"Good lord, we've created a nympho not even we can control," Mandy said to Jessica.

"And whose fault is that?" MJ retorted. "You two brought this on yourselves."

"Hey, I'm not complaining," Mandy answered. "So, what's this about wanting to have a foursome with Anna?"

"Ummmm, it's not just Anna... I was checking out Megs yesterday, too. I got pretty hot looking at her..."

Excited smiles crept across both Mandy & Jessica's faces. "Yeah, she's also a smoke show," Mandy admitted. "You want to fuck her too?"

"Oh fuck yes," MJ confessed. "I know it sounds crazy, but I can't get either one of them out of my head!"

Mandy & Jessica shared a knowing, mischievous grin with one another.

"I know that look, you two!" MJ exclaimed. "What're you planning?"

"Oh, nothing..." Mandy teased. "...but we *are* going out with them tomorrow night..."

It had been a long day for Felicia Hardy, and she wanted nothing more than to relax as she arrived at her Manhattan penthouse. Before she even had a chance to take off her mask or her catsuit, though, she felt her phone buzzing...

"Shit... who's calling me now?" She looked at her phone, ready to dismiss the call, when she saw that it was Peter on the other end.

"Hey there, Spider. You haven't called me in a long time. You miss me?"

"Um, hey Felicia. Look, I, uh, I'm calling to ask a favor from you," Peter began.

"Anything for you," Felicia teased. "You need my help taking someone down? Maybe someone who owns some priceless art?"

"Actually, I was going to ask you to go to Long Beach to check on MJ. She's on vacation down there, and I'm out of town--"

"Really? You're asking me to babysit your wife?" Felicia interrupted, the tone in her voice going from flirty to surly. "You know we're not exactly BFFs..."

"Uh, well, yeah. I know it's a weird request, but I just have a strange feeling, y'know? Besides, you owe me -- I did save your ass from Tombstone a few months ago, remember?"

"OK, fine. I'll be there in a few days," Felicia reluctantly agreed. "But after this, we're even."

"OK, good. She's staying at Oceanview Resort, and please, please at least try to be cordial with one another -- and tell her I said that."

And with that, Peter ended the call. "Why the fuck did I just agree to that?" Felicia muttered to herself. At least Oceanview was a nice resort...