Mary Jane agrees.

Katzenberg and Mary Jane walked out of the ritzy restaurant, the doors opened by the concierge of the facility. Nick grabbed her around the waist and turned toward the photographers camped outside looking for celebrities.

"Hey fellas! Mary Jane Watson... super model.... who needs a pic?!"

MJ was **** to smile as she was tugged in close to Nick Katzenberg 's rotund body.

"You are a special grade of asshole, you know that Katzenberg, " she said through her smiling teeth.

They both posed and waved as the photographers greedily closed in on the couple. After a minutes of flash bulbs and hundreds of clicks, Katzenberg opened the limo door and escorted Mary Jane inside. He took extra care of MJ, making sure his hand lingered on her backside as she bent into the door frame.

Limousines are known to be spacious, and this one was very roomy. However, despite all the room and Mary Jane's efforts to sit away from Katzenberg, he sidled up right next to her.

"Cozy, eh?" He asked as he leered down at her smooth, long legs. She could feel him ogling her more and more, making her more and more uncomfortable. Just then he planted his hand on MJ's leg making her jump a bit in her seat.

Mary Jane shot daggers into Katzenberg with her eyes, her steely gaze would kill him if she could. She tried to wrench his hand off her leg, but despite her womanly strength she couldn't drag his hand off.

"Ey! Don't be like that Red.... "Katzenberg said as he slid his hand up her thigh.

She jumped back a bit before he clamped down on her keeping her in place.

"...A beauty like you I'm sure you're used to men like me having our way with you."

She bit her lip, trying to stifle her disgust as he slid his rough mitt higher and higher, teasing to dip underneath her red dress hemline.

"Actually, no Katzenberg... I never had to do anything like that for a role or modeling gig. I'm not that type of woman," she said defiantly.

"Well not yet Red.... but the night is young. Something to drink darling?" he asked as he took his free hand and poured a glass of brown liquor for himself.

He took a deep swig from his booze as his occupied hand finally reached the 'promised land' of MJ's pussy albeit protected by her lacy black thong.

She grabbed his hand, which had grabbed her crotch, "Really Katzenberg?" Her eyes were almost out of her head with surprise and disgust at her close assailant.

He rubbed his finger against her lacy covering, feeling the tight lips of her vulva.

"This is just the beginning of our ...relationship baby.... best to... ease into it honey," he said winking at her, "Wouldn't want you falling in love with me too quickly," he followed up with a chuckle.

MJ *winced* having to endure this disgusting man touching her where only her husband should. She looked away, trying not to be an active participant in this ****.

"Ohhh... a tight little cunt." as he pushed against the fabric more, teasing at her entrance.

MJ pursed her lips trying to remain composed as she moved her hands on his hand, her arousal rising although unwanted. Stifling any sounds, she could feel herself heating up. The warm temperature in the back of the limo not helping matters any.

Finding her clit, he pushed his 2 fingers around it, circling over and over causing MJ to stir in her sit uncomfortably. An uncomfortable "nghhh..." blurted out of MJ's mouth.

"A-A-Are you finished Katzenberg," she asked looking with despair out the limo window watching the New York traffic fly by.

"Unlike your hubby Parker.... I can go all night baby", Nick said as he licked his lips.

He took his free hand and grabbed her hand shoving it at his bulging crotch.

The loud sound of the zipper dragging down Nick's pants made MJ turn her head towards it.

The next words out of Katzenberg 's mouth almost made Mary Jane's heart stop.

"Pull it out Red..."