Peter's day

Peter woke up at about noon and looked around. There was a bagel with cream cheese and a note on the night stand next to him. Putting his finger on the breakfast, it was still somewhat warm so MJ must have left very recently. The note was short and sweet, she wanted to stay in bed with him all day and night, but she had photo shoot for a swimsuit catalogue and this evening she was going to appear as a model for a Stark Tech presentation Pepper was doing. Peter smiled at the note’s sign off with a promise of erotic delights after his patrol his tonight.

*

“Tight latex fells incredible to wear and makes me look so sexy,” the Asian model moaned in a hypnotic stupor.

“You should train yourself to wear latex for longer and longer periods,” MJ said before purring again, “Masturbate while wearing latex so you enjoy it more…”

“Train myself to wear latex for longer periods and masturbate while wearing latex,” the Asian model moaned.

MJ smiled before she turned and picked up the heeled sandals and went to get her picture taken in the bikini. She had a purse filled with names and numbers of models who had would soon be full on latex fetishists. And that would please Mistress. She will love that there are more influencing hotties wearing latex day to day across the city. All of the other models had complimented MJ on her latex leggings, and MJ had thanked them by purring each one into a trance and inserting post hypnotic suggestions in their heads to make them into latex lovers themselves. She would be sure to show Mistress Sue the selfies she had taken with them to see which she would want to recruit to join their coven of latex porn stars.

*

Peter sat on the bench by the windowsill and pulled the sandwich from the backpack. His phone dinged. He reached in and grabbed the phone while opening the can of soda. He took a drink while he brought up the message from MJ. He spit his drink out.

“PARKER!” J.J. Jameson shouted.

Peter looked up and saw his boss looking at the soda on his shoes.

“I’m soooooo sorry boss!”

Jameson grabbed the phone from Peter’s hand.

“Is this why you ruined my five dollar shoe shine?” Jameson asked, “Who sent you this? And Why are you looking at this sort of material at work Parker?”

“My wife Mary-Jane sent me a message Mr. Jameson…” Peter said sheepishly, “I thought it was important, so I checked it. I didn’t realize what she had sent me until I opened the message Mister Jameson.”

“I can’t be angry at that,” Jameson handed back the phone, “But go to the bathroom to check any more messages from her. NOW I CAN BE ANGRY THAT YOU DIDN’T BRING ME PICTURES OF THE KITTY QUEEN AND THE SPIDER WORKING TOGETHER!”

“I followed the spider all night mister Jameson,” Peter said, “He was more interested in the Yancy Street boys last night.”

“I want proof the Cat and the Spider are working together! Ramirez! Where is that article I asked you for?” Jameson shouted.

Ramirez picked up his 2-in-1 and folded it over and handed it to the editor.

“This isn’t the article I asked you for!” Jameson shouted.

“I know boss,” Ramirez said, “But for one thing, none of my contacts know anything about the new cat. Two, the fence for the Black Cat is willing to swear the old cat is working with crooked cops and tried to kill him. Three, we needed something to fluff page five of the city section.”

“Black Cat is working with the cops to kill a fence?” Peter asked in disbelief.

“I know, nothing about that sounds like her MO,” Ramirez said, “Sounds to me like either this guy was smoking something with more than he bought from the dealer or maybe this new cat is trying to set up the Black Cat.”

“SCREW PAGE FIVE!” Jameson shouted loud enough to stop everyone in the office, “Kitty Queen Catfight with Cat Burgalar Cronie! Run it on the front page!”

“I’ll get right on it boss,” Ramirez took the computer back.

“PARKER!” Jameson shouted right next to Peter, “Get these shined Parker!”

Jameson had slipped off the shoes and picked them up for Peter to take.

“Yes boss,” Peter sighed.

Peter took one last look at the ass shot of Mary Jane in a black thong bikini before closing his phone and taking the shoes.

*

“You could have warned me,” Peter said, “I did a spit take right onto J.J.’s shoes.”

He sat on the roof going over what was known about this new latex cat lady while talking to his wife on the phone.

“So any other shots you want to share with me?” Peter asked, “Oh really? I think the Japanese call them zentai suits. Pepper had it made? Can that be shared with other models? Well… will you be able to keep it then? What? I mean if it is a custom job and it isn’t hygienic to share with other… Oh sure, I would look great as the Rescue armor. Maybe you can ask Pepper if Tony built any Spider armor for me? What? Spider armor for you? Well that does sound like something Tony Stark would do actually.”

Peter looked at the notes Ramirez had shared about the fence that claimed Felicia was trying to kill him with some cops. It didn’t sound like Felicia, maybe he should try to talk to the guy…

“Figured I should give you the heads up,” Peter said, “Tomorrow morning, the Bugle is going to run a front-page article about your friend Felicia supposedly working with dirty cops and trying to kill him. J.J. wants to run the angle that she might be framed by the new cat queen-pin. Look, until she comes out and names herself, the media is going to slap every possible name on this latex cat lady until something sticks to her.”

Peter debated going to see Felicia to check on her with this article coming out.

“I suppose there will be a lot of messes to clean up with this cat thief… oh,” Peter chuckled, “You made a sexy joke. Yeah I saw the replay on the footage of the rubber cat robbing the Heroes for Hire of their dignity.”

Peter looked back at the article.

“Maybe you should talk to her… Well I am married to you so I didn’t want to go see another woman without your knowing and or permission. I promise to only talk to Felicia. If I run into these other cats I may end up fighting them if I can’t convince them to surrender to the cops calmly. Well, don’t know. I know J.J. wants pictures of the cats and the spider all working together…”

Peter let out a sigh as someone shouted for MJ in the background.

“Got to go?” Peter asked, “OK, I love you. I will talk to you later.”

*

Peter knocked on the door. To his surprise he heard noise behind the door, but it wasn’t opened and his spider sense didn’t go off.

“Felicia?” Peter asked before knocking again.

“Go away Peter,” he heard her say from inside.

“Just a quick talk Felicia,” Peter said, “I need to give you a heads up.”

“Are you sure you want to be seen with me?” Felicia said as she opened the door.

Peter kept from gasping at the sight of Felicia. She looked like hell, the bags under her eyes told him that she hadn’t slept in days. Peter handed over a folded sheet of paper.

“Jameson is running this as the front page headline tomorrow,” Peter said, “He added the conspiracy nonsense.”

Felicia looked at the article and the headline.

“J.J. ‘Spiderman is Satan incarnate’ Jameson wrote this?” Felicia asked, “We really do live in bizzaro world because that crack pot actually made sense of all this crap!”

Peter just had a surprised look on his face. Felicia pulled Peter into her apartment and closed the door behind him.

“It makes perfect sense,” Felicia crossed her arms, “That bitch seems to be able to fuck with people’s heads and she seems to want to make my life hell. She made a fool of me and everyone else too. If she was screwing with Bernie’s head, she could convince him that she was me and any of her goons were the cops.”

“So you do have a fence?” Peter pretended to be surprised.

“Like I was ever completely a good or a bad girl,” Felicia rolled her eyes.

“Ok,” Peter said, “Just be ready for the new kitten to try and raise hell.”

Peter went out of the apartment and sighed.

*

Spiderman was swinging from building to building. He had set up cameras that would react when he was in the area so if he would get shots of Spiderman facing off against the various thugs in New York City. He knew which rigs were his and which ones were the Police Department’s Security systems. But he spotted a set of cameras pointing at a roof tops.

“Now who could those belong to?” Spiderman asked as he landed on the side of an office building.

He looked around and saw the figure moving up the edge of the roof and up on to the roof itself.

“I taught I taw a putty tat,” Spiderman imitated the cartoon canary, “I did, I did!”

Spiderman shot a line and swung towards the figure. He landed on top of the water tank and moved to get a better look. The figure was clearly a woman, and a sexy athletic one at that. She was costumed in the blue and black rubber number of the woman who had humiliated the Heroes for Hire. Spiderman thought for a second, when she had unleashed an orgy last time she had used a pair of lipstick cases and started a fuck fest. He watched the woman in front of him and looked for the lipstick cases.

Using his L33t hacker Skills, (Tony had sent him a 4K blu-ray disc, then he begged Tony for a 4k Blue-ray player and 4k TV) Spiderman knew that she kept them in the thighs of her boots between the rubber and the spiked bands. Instead he only saw her holding what looked like a mini-MP3 player. That must be her tool to bypass the electronic security.

“I love working for an audience…” the woman chuckled.

Spiderman leapt down and stood in front of the shiny thief.

“So, ah, yeah,” Spiderman said, “I like to start off with some banter, but I don’t even know your name. Can I get your name miss?”

“You will call me Mistress,” the slightly metallic voice emitting from the cat head mask countered.

“Just Mistress?” Spiderman said, “Normally there is more to it. Like Evil-Lady, Mistress of the Fetish Club, you know?”

“Those who know and obey me simply call me Mistress,” the woman informed.

“Right,” Spiderman said, “I am not much of an obeyer. I can’t ever get the whole toilet seat up or down thing my wife keeps yelling at me about. But tell me more about your minions…”

“Oh you will know soon enough my pet,” said the fetishistic feline.

The woman posed seductively. Spiderman arched an eyebrow behind his mask.

“I did mention I am a married spider,” Spiderman said, “I have someone to be faithful to, love, honor and cherish?”

“Well then I will have to turn her into my slave too,” the metallic woman’s voice announced.

“Ah, no!” Spiderman said, “I like being a free but married nice happily.”

“Oh, I am sure you will have no problems fucking me,” the metallic woman’s voice called, “Now that you have been breathing in our perfume.”

“Our?” Spiderman asked.

He quickly looked around and saw the pair of black rubber hands holding pepper spray perfume bottles with their thumbs holding down the nozzles. He felt his face flush and his dick hardened. He turned to look at the figure behind him. Who ever it was hadn’t triggered his spider-sense. Spiderman looked at the figure. She was wearing the same black corset, gloves, boots and cathead mask, but her catsuit was black tiger striped orange. His jaw dropped at the sight of the black rubber strap on sticking out from between her legs.

“Come over here bitch boy,” the woman in blue ordered, “I want your tongue in my pussy. And you need my kitten’s stick in your ass.”

“Yes…” Spiderman moaned.

The Tiger-Woman behind him pushed Spiderman towards the blue cat woman.