I’m Not Good Minding My Own Business…

Walking out of that bathroom I had a strong mix of embarrassment and pride. I stepped out of the stall and quickly shut the door behind me to not show off the mess I had left of MJ, but moving in such a quick way I caused a bit of noise, which made all the women in the room start to stare at me. They all heard what had happened in there, they knew what we did… but so what? I found out MJ is in love with me! Nothing is gonna break my high right now!

“What? Like none of you have ever done that before.” I say as I roll my eyes, trying to stay confident, but I could feel a bright red blush growing across my cheeks. With that I pushed past a couple women in a huff and head back out to the dance floor to find the two of us some water.

Walking back into the main room though was a bit overstimulating. I had completely forgotten how insane the actual club was outside! The room had once again shifted back to a more traditional club scene, though the building still appeared much larger than the structure outside. That, mixed with the drinks, and the overall exhaustion, even my stamina was taking a hit, as my head start to spin. I hugged the wall as I started to walk around the dance floor, until finally stumbling against the bar…. Or should I say stumbling into someone at the bar.

“Oh Gosh! I am so sorry!” I say very quickly as I bump into the woman, nearly spilling her drink as I do so. Luckily for the both of us she had very good reflexes, and was able to pull the drink away in just enough time. I thought she would be mad, but she just kept a very cool smile and chuckled in an almost demeaning tone.

“Oh don’t worry about it Tiger~” She said, her voice cool, collected, but with a teasing lustful drip that sent a shiver down my spine. Her beauty was on perfect display as her amazingly tantalizing dress showed off her incredible curves. Her stark white hair flowed down her gorgeous face and framed it nicely, a super model in the flesh that, I’ll admit, even rivaled MJ.

“You do need to hold your liquor better though.” She continues with a teasing smirk. “There are some bad women here who would love to take a cutie like you for a spin~.” She teases as she gets a little closer to me, her rather large chest almost squishing against my own as she looks down at me with a smile. The overall aura of this woman was incredible, and it was making my heart race just to be in her presence.

“I… I’m Petra…” I whisper softly, which just caused her to grin and chuckle again as her phone starts to vibrate. She looks down for a quick second before getting an obviously very annoyed look on her face, before returning her attention back to me with that same calm demeanor.

“Well, Petra, I’d hate to dash on a hottie like you, but unfortunately my duty calls.” She says, waving her phone, before walking past me as she raises the phone to her ear. “Maybe next time we’ll get a bit more lucky~” She whispers in my ear as she passes, and her hand claps against my fat ass with a chuckle before she disappears into the crowd. I let out a quick yelp at her boldness, but unlike everyone else who touched me in the club that was… hot~!

It took a couple seconds for me to pull myself out of my trance from that Goddess of a woman, but when I did I finally approached the bar where a big butch futanari stood behind it, obviously partially for security, currently making a round of drinks for a bunch of bratty sorority girls that went to my college. I just rolled my eyes and waited… and waited… and waited… Right whenever the final woman got her drink the bartender approached me with a sigh.

“Sorry about that. What can I get for ya?” Her voice was much more calm and sweet than I was expecting, but I could tell it was a professional courtesy to me. I told her I just wanted waters and she actually gave a somewhat relieved smile as she reached into a cooler and pulled out two bottles. I thanked her, handed her some cash, and then turned away from the bar, when I heard something that definitely caught my ear.

“Where did she go? Where the fuck did she go???” Pushing outside the back door behind the bar a somewhat curvy woman with brown hair and a bob cut, with very painted and beautiful features, came rushing out and started scanning the crowd. I froze, just out of sight, and continued to watch the scene in case there was any trouble. I’m still haunted by the last time I let a potential criminal get away…

“Ms. Quinn! What… what happened? Calm down! What do you need?” The bartender tried to say, calming down the woman as she looked around scattered.

“That bitch with the white hair! She’s with Fisk!” Quinn screamed over the music, and that immediately caught my ear. Fisk isn’t exactly a common name, and the fact that I just heard a 600 pound mutant Rhino say that same name earlier today? And now this woman is freaking out about it? Couldn’t be a coincidence. For a second I felt my costume weighing heavy in my purse… but I held on to try and get more information as Quinn kept rambling.

“She walked into my office, threatened me with that fat bitches message, said my business had a week left before it was bulldozed, and then fucking left! And you let that cunt slip away?” She screamed at the bartender who, weirdly, looked quite scared of the much smaller woman. The bartender raised her hands up slightly to protect her face, and quickly started to speak in a much more meager tone.

“Ms. Beck! I didn’t know who she was! She was an attractive woman who said she wanted to meet you! Even you had to admit she was a bombshell!” She says quickly, which just causes Quinn to roll her eyes and turn around in a huff back towards the office.

“I want every door to have her beautiful face on it, with a large sign underneath it that says DO NOT SERVE. Do ya get that?” Quinn growls, which the security guard just nods quickly. Quinn then rolls her eyes and slams the door behind her as she walks back to what I’m assuming was her office.

Whoever this Fisk bitch is… she’s playing a lot of dangerous games with a lot of people. And now that I know how dangerous she is… maybe Quinn could help me out? I needed information that she seemingly has and… this may be my only chance to get it.

But do I go as Spider-Woman, or as Petra? Or do I do neither and go back to Mary Jane in the bathroom?

…damnit!