3rd times the charm

MJ wore the black sheer dress, nothing underneath. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, her hair done up, makeup on, and a great dress on her body. Whatever nightmare Katzenberg was going to put her through tonight.... at least she knew she was going to be looking great. She smiled and made her way down to the limousine.

As she got outside her apartment she was shocked to see Nick Katzenberg in full suit, the door opened for her.

"After you my dear," he said as she leaned into the long vehicle.

"You just want a good look at my ass Katzenberg, " she said as she slid inside.

He smiled and licked his lips, "Shit... who wouldn't?"

Katzenberg poured a drink for himself and one for MJ. He looked at her while she stared outside the window, both sipping the drinks.

"I mean... goddamn... Some dresses wear the woman, but you fucking wear that dress Red," he said as he slid in close.

She *gulped* down a heavy swig and *coughed* a bit as she felt his hand on her bare thigh.

"T-thanks... I think."

She looked over to Katzenberg, his clean appearance, gold jewelry, and lingering even further down... his large beefy package pushing against his tight slacks.

*fuck!* she thought *I'm going to need a lot more drinks tonight*

Katzenberg noticed her eyes, her shiftiness. He was getting to her. He just had to apply some pressure.

He rubbed at her thigh, back and forth, up and down. He wanted his touch to become familiar to her... and for Peter's to be the stranger.

As he slid his hand up to her waistline, dipping down around her pelvis, she *coughed* up her drink.

"Oh... excuse me... sorry," she deflected.

"So... where are we going Katzenberg?" She asked.

"Come on baby... you can call me Nick... we have treated each other to some.... intimate times."

"Fine... Nick... where are we going?"

She half thought it would be some dump where the 'real' Katzenberg would come out.

"Ehh... some fancy restaurant on 83'rd. I've never been, but Donny told me it's great."

"Donny? Nick... anyone named Donny might not know the best restaurant in New York."

"Donald Trump? Eh... maybe he doesn't," Katzenberg said chuckling.

As soon as they pulled up, the doorman opened the limousine. Multiple photographers started shouting and closing in on both of them.

"MJ!"

"MJ over here!"

"Miss Watson! For the camera!

*click* *click* *click*

Multiple shots taken in a metter of seconds. She was stunned at the attention, not even noticing Katzenberg holding her tight to his side.

"Alright... alright... alright boys... you got your shots... now let the gorgeous lady eat her meal," Katzenberg said as he ushered Mary Jane through the doors.

"Geez... never had that before... maybe to a smaller degree when I was younger."

Katzenberg put his hand on her ass, pulling her towards the Maitre'd.

"You're gonna be a star baby... get used to it."

Nick addressed the man in front, "Quietest seat in the house... Nice and dark," as he slid the money over.

Within a minute, they were both tucked away in a dimly lit area of the restaurant. A nice cozy corner for both of them.

He ordered fancy alcoholic drinks for both of them as they drank and started to converse.

"So... MJ.... were you ever a Victoria Secret model?"

"Fuck you Nick," she said, "You know I wasn't."

"Welllll... you are now baby," he said smiling.

'What?" She asked, a stunned look on her face.

"Well that photo shoot we had... with the babydoll lingerie... and everything after....hehe," he said with a grin.

"I had my people at Victoria Secret look at em'. They were amazed... I mean I wasn't... I know how good you look baby."

Mary Jane was shocked. She was a good model, but never at that level of the business.

"ha..." MJ chuckled, "I figured there wasn't any film in that camera."

Katzenberg laughed,"Hahahaha.... yeah.... but there is a catch...."

MJ's slight smile slid off her face, "Figured... What is it?"

"Hehe... I uhhhh.... have to be your agent..."

MJ shifted on her seat. Her current agency had her on the back burner, resigning her to local shop ads or dentist fliers.

She was getting noticed. And this was big. Could she afford to say no? Peter might have an issue with it, but MJ was thinking about their finances, something Peter was almost incapable of considering.

Adding to the fact, she could almost say she was happy modelling. It was a place she could unwind, be herself, be free.

She didn't say anything at first, just drank down her **** in one go. After steeling herself she looked at Katzenberg, "....maybe."

Katzenberg smiled. He rubbed at her leg under the table, the booth seating making it easier for him to get to her.

She'd gone through maybe 2 or 3 drinks so far. She was losing track. And Katzenberg's hand on her thigh was heating her up. She needed to get ahold of herself.

"Umm... will you excuse me, Nick? I have to go to the little woman's room."

"Yeah... no problem," he said as he got up and let her out.

She stumbled a bit, but smiled and made her way into the restroom.

Could she have Nick Katzenberg as an agent? How would that work? What if Peter found out? Would she be throwing away her career... again? Her head was swirling from her thoughts and ****.

"Get it together MJ," she said to herself.

After taking a couple deep breaths, she checked her makeup and decided she was fine. She could finish this "date".

Unaware to MJ, Katzenberg was waiting for this moment. He pulled a vial of some substance out of his coat pocket and dropped a couple dustings of the **** into Mary Jane's drink. He needed to make sure she'd be "in the mood" tonight.

Mary Jane slid back into her seat, her ass feeling Nick's bulging package as she moved over his body. She *gulped* trying not to think about that large... veiny...throbbing...

Quickly, she took a large swig down, hoping to ease her mind.

Right then, Katzenberg raised his glass, "A toast... to a new... relationship."

MJ raised her glass and cut him off, "potential... relationship."

Katzenberg grinned, "...and to a beautiful night... let's see where this takes us."

They *clinked* their glasses together and finished off the booze.

After another drink and another, they were laughing togther.

".....And so I said to him....Parker, you left the lens cap on dummy...Hahahaha"

MJ laughed as well, barely noticing Katzenberg's hand taking permanent residence under her dress, parked at her thigh.

"Hahaha...Peter would forget his Spider mask if I didn't sew it onto his costume... hahaha... I swear... I think there's a story of a web swinging guy out there with a paper bag over his head...Hahahaha."

Katzenberg had made MJ realllly comfortable, rubbing and easing her. He softly fondled her body, pulling her in tight that there was no space between them.

MJ, feeling the booze and ****, was all laughs and smiles as she started to heat up, allowing Nicky to fondle her body as she unwittingly moved her own hand to his thigh, 'accidentally' rubbing at his bulge.

With the dinner and drinks completed, Katzenberg escorted MJ out, catching her as she stumbled a bit on her high heels.

They went outside to the limo and again the paparazzi swarmed them.

The dizzying lights flashing made MJ a bit more unstable. Katzenberg held her up, his hands sliding into the open spaces of the dress. What MJ hadn't noticed about this dress is that under the bright lights of flashes, the fabric turned almost sheer. Her naked, groped body exposed and captured on camera.

Unwittingly, she slid into the limo quickly followed by Katzenberg.

She slumped on her back on the back row of the limousine. Nick climbing atop of her. She didn't even fight when he pushed his lips against hers. In fact, she kissed back.

Lost to lust, ****, and **** Mary Jane was now deeply kissing this stranger, feeling his mighty package against her twitching privates.

"My place or yours?" he asked.