Get that costume down

"Johnny, baby, there's been a mistake..." Black Cat's voice suddenly shifted to a lilting, saucy tone. Johnny wasn't buying it, though he was noticeably leering.

"No can do cat." He said seriously. "I've got a credible allegation I've got to go on. So, unless you want a couple bullets in your head, just keep quiet and let us do this."

While he spoke, one goon holstered his gun and came up behind Black Cat. While Mary Jane watched from above the large man grasped the collar of her costume on each side and yanked it down, sliding it off over the shoulders. It revealed her lean, muscular arms and collar, leading down to a black bra, rather heavy duty but still lace trimed and quite beautiful (and Mary Jane would guess, costing an easy 1,000 dollars). It contained two massive D cup breasts. Black Cat's eyes went wide under her goggles, then she looked back angrily at Johnny.

"See, no wire!" She said, wriggling with her arms pinned to her sides, costumed yanked down to her navel, pinning her arms to her sides.

"Baby, we haven't' seen nothing yet!" Johnny smirked.