Mary Jane tight case

A couple of days had passed and ol' Nick Katzenberg was just busting at the seams to finally get his plan into action. He had the pictures from the Parker's cabana. He had pictures of Parker's tumble out of their apartment window. He had dug into Parker's life and past to ensure this all went the way he need it to. Katzenberg had everything he needed to twist the screws to Mary Jane... and then really twist the screws to Mary Jane if you know what I mean.

As Mary Jane was on her typical jogging workout in Central Park, Katzenberg decided that he'd finally spring into action.

Mary Jane was a bit exhausted finishing her run strong. She was proud of the extra effort she put into the final leg of her lap. As she sat on a park bench and breathed in the deep park air, Nick plopped down right next to her.

"Hey Gorgeous.... funny meeting you here," Nick said as he reached his arm across the bench, placing his hand on her shoulder.

Mary Jane just looked him with disgust on her face as she slid down the bench as far away from him as she could get.

"Ugh. What do you want Ratzenberg? You don't strike me as the jogging type." she said as she leered at his rotund body.

"Hehe... good one Red... points for originality," Katzenberg retorted, "I was just in the neighborhood and seeing you sitting here got me to thinking.."

"That's impossible Ratzenberg.... You don't have a brain capable of thinking," MJ zung him again.

"Ouch... two for two baby.... You are quite the spitfire.... Is that only with quippy retorts or does that carry over into the bedroom as well?" he snidely asked back.

Mj clearly exhausted with her jog and now with this conversation started to get up, "Well this has been a great... No, that's a lie. This is awful Katzenberg. I think I'll just leave while I can without punching you in the face.... again."

"Baby, baby, baby.... don't go yet," Nick said as he grabbed onto MJ wrist, holding her from escaping, "Not before we get to the best part of why I'm here."

Mary Jane looked down at her now captive arm and then Katzenberg, "And what would that be? .... You really _do _want to get punched in the face."

"hehe... kinky... I like that," Katzenberg said quietly, " No... I would think that the wife of the vigilante Spider-Man... would be ... open... to listening to what I have to say."

Mary Jane was stunned. She stood there and felt the blood rush out of her body. Miraculously she didn't faint, but she did drop back down onto the park bench with Katzenberg.

"I-I-I.... don't know .... what you're talking about," MJ tried to defend herself. Gaining a bit more confidence she bolstered her denial, "That's ridiculous Katzenberg... You're saying my husband.... Peter Parker... is Spider-Man? That's outrageous.... I-I-I mean.... no... he's not."

Katzenberg just smiled and tossed a brown, manilla envelope towards MJ, letting her pick it up off the bench.

"Don't take my word for it Goregeous," he said as he slyly grinned at her, his stance wide and confident.

Mary Jane hesitantly reached for the mysterious package. Opening the envelope, she slowly pulled out the contents. What she saw left her shocked.

She saw pictures of Peter's Spider-Man costume, web shooters, pictures of Spider-Man coming out of their apartment, pics of herself, various friends, and even pics of Aunt May.

"Interesting, right?" Katzenberg said as he slid closer to MJ. "See what I like about this is all the evidence is fairly obvious, and the people it affects... even more so," Katzenberg followed up, now sitting right next to MJ. Mary Jane was so stunnef she didn't even notice.

"I think these pictures get out... Pete loses his job for fraud, the authorities put out a warrant for vigilante activity, friends and family discover they've been lied to... in addition to now becoming targets for the worst criminals in the world, not just New York," he said as he placed a hand on MJ's thigh.

MJ immediately pushed his hand away. "What do you want Katzenberg?" She asked steaming, but powerless to do anything.

"Oh... I don't know... maybe a million dollars... maybe more," he said as he leered at Mary Jane's sweaty breasts heaving under her sports bra.

'Or maybe.... we can negotiate something a bit more... friendly," Katzenberg followed up, his hand back on her thigh and his face very close to her ear whispering his desires.

MJ was stuck. She couldn't refute any evidence he already had. She obviously didn't have a million dollars. She removed his hand again and stared into his close face, "I am NOT cheating on my husband, " she told him defiantly.

"Well no one is asking you for that... yet," he trailed off at the end, "Just a nice dinner or two with yours truely."

Mary Jane contemplated the options. She knew she had to preserve Pete's secret identity. Too much would fall apart if the truth came to light. Her face showed the defeat she knew she had to accept. Her eyes closed, she just nodded.

"What's that beautiful? I couldn't hear that," Katzenberg taunted her.

"Fine!" She shouted out, "I accept," she concluded much quieter. "Do you need my phone number.. or how does this work?"

Katzenberg grinned, "I have all your information baby... although," he said as he looked her up and down, "I'm pretty sure the measurements I have for you are a lot smaller.'

MJ sneered at Katzenberg knowing he was eyeing her up and down like a piece of meat. She tried yo ovet up a bit, her arms crossed across her chest.

"Just waiy for my call baby... and when I do... pick up. Otherwise, deal's off... and the cards play out just like you think they would."

Mary Jane just nodded and got up. " So we're done here?" She asked, trying yo get away as soon and as fast as she could.

"For now, Red... but I will be calling for our... date" he said which made MJ shudder. "And Red.... wear something real nice."

Katzenberg laughed and pulled his evidence back with him as they left the park in opposite directions.