Another phone call and meet

The next morning MJ and Peter were enjoying their breakfast at the table.

Mary Jane poured her granola mix into the bowl. As she grabbed the 1/2 gallon of milk out of the fridge, she cursed.

"What the fuck Peter?! There's nothing in here but a couple drops of milk," as she showed Peter the upside-down container, waving it in his face.

Peter with a full mouth of sugary cereal, tried to defend his self, "mmff.. oh shit... I’m so sorry MJ..."

She gave him a dirty look and threw the carton away.

"I suppose I'll have to pick some up...."

Peter, tossing his half-eaten cereal into the sink, kissed MJ on the cheek, "Would you? That'd be great...."

He rushed off to the bathroom shouting out, "Again.. so sorry, but I have to get going for Jamison's morning meeting... I'm already running late. You know how he gets."

MJ immediately thought of what Katzenberg said, "Peter is a screw up... He's not even that good a photographer... If he was... he'd get way more money for his shots."

Mary Jane didn't want to continue thinking about those negative things, especially considering the source.

*breet* *breet*

*breet* *breet*

MJ looked at her phone and answered.

"Betty what's up?"

It was Betty Brant at the Bugle. MJ knew her quite well from Peter working with her and the couple times they were all able to get together.

"MJ hey.... This is a bit awkward, but....we have pics of you and Nick Katzenberg."

Mary Jane suddenly turned pale white.

"Uhhhh... what type of photos?" Her mind instinctively replayed her going down on him, her ass on display from the limousine window, his massive dick sliding in and out, in and out, in and out...

Betty's voice through the phone broke the trance.

"Well.... they're just you and him... close together at that ritzy bistro last night...."

*fuck* MJ thought *Not when I was topless... please no*

"Well... ummm... we did have a business meeting last night...."

"Did you have a limo ride? The entertainment dept wants them on the cover of the celebrity news page."

"Just me and him in front of the limo?"

"So far as I know," Betty responded, "What's going on? Katzenberg is a slime ball MJ... You know this right?"

Mary Jane was relieved that it was just in front of the limo and not more. That being said, she still didn't want Pete to find out.

"Yeah... it's ummm... a work thing... I don't really have a choice, but if you could... you know... not tell Pete... I'd be so grateful. "

"Well sure MJ... but I can't stop the page from being printed... He's going to find out right?"

This was the best outcome for this situation. Mary Jane was going to have to play the hand she was delt and hope Peter didn't find out.

"I guess, but I'll deal with that when the times comes. Thanks for the call, Betty."

Peter ducks his head into the kitchen, a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth, "Who was that hun?"

" Oh ummm... it was my agency... They are pleased about the new meetings...yeah."

This was another lie, but she couldn't tell Peter it was Betty Brant. He would find a way to investigate and talk with Betty about it.

"That's great hun... Things are really taking off for you again. We have to thank that Producer for giving you this chance," he said as he kissed her on the cheek, "Gotta go... gonna be late."

He chucked his toothbrush right into the sink with uncanny accuracy and grabbed his coat. Before he fully shut the door, he peeked back in, "Oh... don't forget the milk... Love ya."

Mary Jane looked at the mess left behind from Peter and *sighed*

She started to clean up, moving plates and dishes to prep clean them. Running the hot water, she get the familiar sounds from the walls.

*Ka-chunka* *Ka-chunka* *ooohhwoooo*

She threw down a towel exasperated, "Fuck!"

*breet* *breet*

*breet* *breet*

MJ looks at her phone, "Great. Could this day start out any worse?"

She answered the call, "Katzenberg what do you want? Can't I have another week away from you."

"HeHe... You'll need at least a week after I slide my cock inside that tight little cunt of yours..."

She was visibly disgusted by the mental image.

"I need you at my studio... I think a nice photoshoot will be good for our career."

MJ *sighed* She didn't have a choice.

"Fine..." she said as she shook her head.

"The limo is out front. Just ignore the cum stains on the backseat... I had a minksy little fox back there last night."

"ugh," she said silently before hanging up.

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One limo ride later and MJ was walking into Katzenberg's den, his warehouse studio, setup with lights, camera, stages, clothes.

Mary Jane was astounded. She looked around at the open loft area, just taking in how cool it was in the heart of downtown New York. She thought he was full of shit and lying about his money and career. But obviously he had been right about one thing. Which made her think *what else could he be right about?*

"Alright Katzenberg.... I'm here," she said as he came out of his office, a single robe covering his body.

She didn't want to think about what he might or might not be wearing under there, possibly dirty tighty-whiteys. He seemed the type to her.

"Ahhhhh... my muse... my star... Are you ready to get back in the spotlight again?" He asked as he moved closer to her. He wrapped his arm around her guiding her in a general direction, his hand sliding lower and lower until it rested on her perfect ass.

Mary Jane shoved his hand off of her body as she crossed her arms defensively. She was protecting herself, but to Katzenberg she was just showing off another perfect part of her body: her tits.

He leered at her a bit before smiling, "Ahhh.... yes well.... we can't have you in those old things," pointing to her "modern mom" clothes on her body.

She didn't have much money, doing part time jobs and Peter's occasional Spidey pic sale, but she thought she did well with fashion considering. She looked up and down at her outfit, "What's wrong with this?"

Katzenberg smiled, "Ha! You look like you just dropped the kids off at soccer practice in your minivan....Nahh.... wrong for the shoot," as he waved his hands in the air. "We're doing sexy shoots today.... Nothing better to get you back in the limelight than for people to remember just how hot you are," as he pulled out two outfits on hangers, one a very thin red string bikini and the other a sheer, dark blue, babydoll nighty with matching panty.

Mary Jane rolled her eyes hard. She obviously had ****.

"Where do I change Nick?" she asked with a disgusted look on her face.

Katzenberg just smiled.

MJ *sighed* and started to pull off her cardigan top. She followed it up by shifting down her tight jeans. Eventually, she was standing in bra and panties.

"Well..... red or blue?" she asked him.

Katzenberg smiled more, "Your choice Red.... I win either way."

She snatched the lingerie from his hands and put it on the hanger next to her.

It didn't matter to her. She just wanted to get this over with.

As she unhooked her bra, Katzenberg just leered at her more. Not wanting to extend those looks, she quickly shifted her underwear down her body and tried to get into the babydoll outfit.

As she snugged the panty around her waist, she shifted the babydoll top over her thick breasts. She looked amazing. Her body was absolutely on display with this outfit, but Katzenberg was right... either way would've been amazing.

"Just beautiful," Katzenberg said as he escorted MJ over to the studio floor.

"Now.... just do what you do naturally baby..." Katzenberg said as he got MJ to pose.

After a couple of shots, Mary Jane started to relax. She was a natural, had been in front of the camera for so long that it was second nature to her. It was as if she felt ... happy. But that couldn't be right... not here... not now.... and definitely not with Katzenberg.... right?

"Beautiful baby... That's it.... More, give me more....." Katzenberg added as she twisted and moved in front of the lens.

After what seemed to be 30 minutes of camera action, Katzenberg stopped.

"What's wrong?" asked MJ.

"Ehhh.... it's not working.... we're... uhhh... missing something," he added.

Katzenberg moved over to MJ, posing her, pushing her into different poses as his robe occasionally swung open. She thought tight-whiteys but was wrong.... definitely naked. She tried to block out his thick cock swinging in front of her, but it was dangling out there like a thick rope.

With every touch to move her, he started to feel her more and more, his hands rubbing at her tits, fondling her ass. It eventually became too much and Katzenberg flipped MJ onto her back.

Staring down at her open and exposed legs, "I think we need a break.... don't you baby," he said as he pulled open his robe.

His cock was now fully erect and bobbing hypnotically in front of her.

"No!...Absolutely not!... We are not fucking!" MJ said as she regained her senses.

He didn't answer her, just moving down to her level and plunging his head right at her opened legs. She tried to close them but it was too late, his face we embedded at her pussy, his mouth munching down at her silky panties. As he bit the panty string with his mouth, he **** her legs to open so he could slide them down her hips.

"Please.... Nick.... no...." she said softly knowing she couldn't stop him.

Face to pussy Katzenberg licked his lips, "Mmmm.... this is going to be the best meal I have ever had......."

MJ looked away, grabbing at the cloth draping below her. Nick drove his mouth at her without abandon, licking and teasing her, his tongue twisting at her mound and finally pushing inside of her.

"NNffffff..." MJ stifled out. She was getting aroused. She couldn't help it. She was a woman... and Katzenberg qualified biologically as a man.

She couldn't help that he was treating her to the best pussy-licking she had ever experienced. There was something to his technique that Pete just couldn't get close to.

*fuck.... fuck.... I'm gonna..... I'm gonna.....cum.... oh no... oh no.* MJ thought to herself, her face wincing with pleasure.

After a couple of minutes of Katzenberg's magic tongue, Mary Jane had no other options, she was **** to push his head into her cunt, her legs tensed up around him.

"OOOHhhhhhhhh FUUUUCKKkkkkkkkkk!" MJ yelled out.

She wasn't a squirter, had never done it, knew nothing about it, but here she was just juicing Katzenberg's face up with more and more of her spray.

"Ohh fuck! Oh fuck!... OHHH f-f-f-fuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkk," she continued on.

This wasn't over though, even though she had orgasmed so hard.

Lost in ecstasy, she we abruptly shocked out of it as she felt Katzenberg move her atop his body, her knees right at his head in a 69 position. He returned to her wet pussy, his libido almost insatiable. But now MJ had his thick cock swinging right at her mouth.

She tried to ignore it, but the sensations coming from her body were becoming too strong for her to not notice them. She felt like she had no other option than to surrender to it, her mouth eventually *plopping* around his cock.

They were now just two bodies becoming one. One aroused mass of form as she licked and kissed as his cock, embracing the length and girth at her lips. Katzenberg kept his face deep at her wet pussy, licking and tending to her needs like no one before.

Within no time, MJ felt the flood of another orgasm build up and release from her.

"MMMFFFFFfffmmm," she moaned out finally freeing her lips from his cock, "Ooohhh fuckkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!"

She redoubled her efforts on her end and after a minute or two felt the cock engorge in her mouth as Katzenberg's body stiffened up.

She could hear Katzenberg below her moan out, "OOohhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhh baby......" as he came hard at her mouth and face.

They both rolled apart. Their bodies heaving heavy and deep with breath.

"oh Red.... fuck..... you were amazing again...... just so fucking good."

MJ was quiet. She had came.... hard..... at least twice.... maybe a third. She was conflicted. She wasn't supposed to be here, having this, and with this guy.... but she was, she did, and... it felt good. Mary Jane was mortified at that hidden truth.

*But why?* She thought.