Retail Therapy

MJ woke up the next morning feeling awful. She didn't sleep at all. All throughout the night she was slipping in and out of a dream with her and Katzenberg... his body over hers... as his cock slowly starts to...

MJ shook her head. She didn't want that thought to ever complete... or ever come true. She needed a distraction, something that would take her mind away from that thick, hard...

*Agghhhhh!* she thought, *That's it. I'm going shopping*

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She perused the high end boutique. This was a store she used to frequent before her and Peter got married. Katzenberg's comment about her style really bugged her. She knew fashion. She was a top model. Sure, she didn't make as much, or get on the covers, but she was still on top of her game she thought to herself.

She looked at a couple items, seeing how beautiful the embroidery was, or how smooth the silk flowed. She definitely needed this. Now she only needed a couple new dresses to make her happy.

Aftet picking a plum colored, satin dress, she went to the register and pushed her card to the register.

"umm... I'm sorry Ma'am... it says 'declined'."

MJ was astounded.

*First of all 'Ma'am'? Who did this young slut think she is saying that to me? I am no Ma'am... I'm still young* MJ thought.

*Second...what the fuck... I just put money into our account*

"Okay... just let me confirm on my bank app... I could swear I had the money for this."

"Sure. Take your time Ma'am."

*Arrrgghh! Again!*

MJ checked her banking app, logged in, and took a look at the balance along with recent transactions.

*Balance: -$140.00*

*Recent transactions: $500.00 Acme Photo Supply Inc.*

*Fuck! Peter spent our last dollars on photo equipment... and now he's gone... fucking doing Spider-Man shit... FUCK!* Mary Jane's mind was screaming.

Just then a large hand slid a black card across the table towards the register.

"She'll take it.... annnnd a couple other things honey."

MJ turned around and of course it had to be him.

Nick Katzenberg's suited body was right behind her, now pressing into her. He grinned at her as she just moved away.

"No. That's okay. I'll just put it back."

"Red... look... you want it, I'll buy it. Least I can do, right?"

"What's the catch Katzenberg?" MJ said as she eyed him up.

"Only one catch.... You have to wear one dress I buy... on our next date."

"These aren't dates Katzenberg... they're hostage negotiations, " MJ said defiantly.

"So... you agree then?" He said with a smile, his hand rubbing at her back turned towards him.

She wasn't shrugging him off as quickly or as hard as she used to. Maybe she was worn down too much, maybe she didn't care as much anymore. Either way, she turned to look at him, "Fine. But... I need more dresses than just this one."

Katzenberg smiled like a winner, "Absolutely. Whatever you want."

She tries on dress after dress, picking the most expensive ones to really stick it to Katzenberg. He didn't care though. He relished watching her.

Lost in the action of being beautiful and wearing expensive things, Mary Jane started to smile, feeling happier without noticing.

After she picked five to six over $1000 dresses, she turned to Katzenberg.

"So... what dress do you want me to wear?"

All the dresses were designer made. There were no bad choices. But what Katzenberg picked was borderline criminal.

It was an all-black gown, a long slit down the front, and two long slits on the sides. You could definitely see the entire cleavage or any woman daring enough to wear it or see the panty line of those hips.

"Try it on honey," he said smiling.

She grabbed it out of his hands, "Don't call me that."

It was an informal name for lovers. She was disgusted that he would see himself as her paramour.

She went into the dressing room with the dress. She wasn't certain she could pull this off. She had a body, but it had been years since she wore anything this daring.

As she stood there in her panty and bra she stared at the dress.

"Well MJ... here goes nothing " as she threw the dress over her head and tried to size it up.

It fit perfectly.

*How the fuck did Katzenberg get the right size?* she thought. *Peter couldn't even get my coffee order right.*

She moved back and forth, admiring the look on her. She did notice that the dress would have to be worn without a bra, and maybe without panties. She'd already done that with Katzenberg so no biggie there.

She done more with Katzenberg, but she didn't want to think about that. She unhooked her bra, sliding it out. Then shifted down her panties, feeling the sheer fabric against her skin.

She closed her eyes, shifting back and forth, reveling in the feel of a new, hot dress, when out of nowhere she felt a large presence right against her back, large hands drifting up and down her body.

"You look amazing my dear.... and you feel even better," Katzenberg said as he kissed at her neck.

Mary Jane breathed heavier, one of his hands freely sliding through the top of the dress to access a free breast, the other hand slid down through the waist slit to reach her free cunt.

Katzenberg kept kissing her neck. His hands rubbing and groping her.

She moaned out,"mmmhhhhh..." before she realized what was happening.

"Fuck! Katzenberg... get off of me," she shouted as she turned away from him.

"So.... what time tonight honey?" Katzenberg asked as he licked his lips, his eyes shifting up and down her body.

"Goddamit... whenever..."

Mary Jane was resigned to her fate; the deal was done. She had her retail therapy... and now she was going to pay for it.

"Tonight then Red... see you soon."