Seeing Pete again

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At the Rosemann Auction House...
"Mmmhn, I do like to get a jump on things, and you are a pretty thing." MJ moaned as she climbed off of the other woman. Rose Rosemann knew MJ very well, from past encounters, and so knew she could get the redhead bitch to be her slut for the night in return for a tour.

One time... years ago... MJ was annoyed at her dinner date being cancelled by Peter going nosing through ganghouses, when she saw Wilson Fisk touring the tables. The Restaurant was expensive, and one of his. When he got to her table, and saw she was alone, she could have got up to leave, could have pretended she was waiting on her date. Instead, she told him her date had cancelled, and she would love some company.

There was a 14th Century Masamune Sword, Fisk once nearly cut Peter in half with it... and then one time she held it and posed naked after a night with Fisk.

20th Century hand-rolled cigars, made for Symkarian Royalty... MJ remembered Fisk smoking one after fucking her in the ass for the first time. First of many since.

At one of the paintings from Japan, Rose hadn't bothered putting her pants or thong back on and gave a short summary while MJ ate her out. The dark-skinned woman always loved the times she got to fuck one of Fisk's favourite redhead sluts.

Feeling naughty, they took some pictures all over the Auction House while fucking, Rose making sure to capture MJ's thighs shaking as she squirts all over the couch.

When she leaves to answer a phonecall, MJ recognises the statue nearby as one Peter had told her about, one that had hidden drawers that Fisk used to hide things. It took a bit of work, but she managed to find the right pieces to fill the statue's hands. She squatted down and found... Fisk's photo album of whores, her face featured prominently, taking that, and some information on "Devil's Breath" and notes suggesting a connection to Norman Osborn?!

Norman grinned at the sight of his jizz leaking out of both her fuckholes. She hadn't expected to be in bed with Norman, and she really didn't expect it to be because of Harry.

That was when masked goons showed up and MJ had to grab her clothes and hide. She'd nearly made it to the exit when she saw Pete swing on in, and she changed her mind.

Just as well, as she had to then save him from one of the goons. He was looking good. He always did. Maybe gotten a bit leaner, but he didn't usually stay bulked up unless the villain of the weak was a real heavyweight.

He was protective as ever, wanting her to hide while he saved the day. Which... went a little off track when he missed one of the goons. They managed to get the file off her, she managed to pull Rose away with her to safety while Pete fought them.

Rose wasn't too happy that MJ was there to expose Fisk, and her, instead of a fluff piece and a hookup. So she grabbed the redhead slut by her ponytail, spat in her face and made the slutty investigative journalist eat her ass.

"Smile for the camera, cunt!" Rose took more pictures, this time with her own camera. "Try saying anything about me and everyone is seeing you being a nasty rimslut!" They were nearly done when a Cop came in. Wanting to get some details on who and what was where. Sneering, Rose introduced MJ as a regular hookup, which MJ had to agree to.

The redhead squirmed. This humiliation was just turning her on. She and Rose both noticed the Cop's bulge and, wanting to really push things, the Auction House Owner offered MJ's mouth to the Cop.

For another hour, MJ got groped by Rose while the Cop dumped load after load down her throat. Finally he had to go and Rose grabbed MJ's ponytail to drag her out into the alley.

"I think, from now on, you are my hookup. If I need my ass eaten, you get on your knees. If need to fuck a cunt, you spread your legs. You understand me cunt?" MJ nodded and then groaned in surprise as Rose kissed her before throwing her onto the floor and shutting MJ out of the Auction House.

Lying in the alleyway, coughing up jizz, MJ checks on her phone and sees a text from Pete;

• P Hey, you okay?
• MJ Fine, but they got away with the file.
• P Sorry, I'll make it up to you. Dinner at Mick's?

"Mick's? Like we used to when we were dating? It's been six months Peter..." MJ says to herself, but agrees to meet him there.

Mick's had become... Italian at some point, but they still had their basket of fries, best in the city. MJ wiggled in her seat. Robbie had phoned her about her little adventure at Rosemann's and it looked like she'd be under hiabdesk the next time she was in the Office. Again.

Peter seemed... he seemed more passionate about his job with Octavius than his other job. It was a new thing to see.

But... why here? MJ watches him squirm under the question. Friends. Saying he's changed in the last six months. She looks at him and she sees... despite his passion for this job with Octavius, he's really not all that different than before, and he's definitely not been fucking anyone in the last six months.

Fucking cuck

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