Collateral Damage

"Mother... puss bucket!" Peter clapped his hands over his face and tried to squash the urge to punch himself in the head. When he heard the titter of amused female laughter, mixed with the coo of brain washed worshipfulness he let his hands drop and looked at the three women in the room with him. "I swear I'm smarter than this. I am."

"Take it easy, Tiger. We all know you have one of the biggest brai-" MJ's reassurance was cut off as Felicia snorted. MJ turned her head and gave Felicia the evil eye, "What? You dont agree?"

With a chortle Felicia answered, "Top 10 brains? MMMMaybe, maybe not. Richards and his kid, Stark, Pym, McCoy, Banner, what's her name in Wakanda, Cho, Doom. Petey's definitely top 20, tho." The Black Cat lasciviously licked her lips and batted her eyeslashes at Peter, "Now when it comes to biggest other body parts...? Well, Petey's definitely top 10."

Peter sighed and rolled his eyes while MJ stiffled a small laugh.

"Master?" Amora asked in a small voice, "What do you want of me?"

Peter put his head back in his hands and groaned.

"SO what are we going to do with little miss kinky here?" Felicia asked and nodded her head at Amora in all her nakedness.

MJ scoffed, "That's not kinky. I know Kinky and that's not it." MJ examined Amora. "Hot tho, definitely hot. I'd watch a her videos. Look at her, she's perfect, I know a perfect 10 when I see one and she's one. I know girls who payed Masque ten grand for him to flesh shape them to look half as hot as her."

"Well not all of us can be Kay Kinky." Felicia sniped. "And why do you know about that freak Masque?"

MJ sat up straight and thrust out her chest, reaching under her boobs she hefted them up and then let them drop "These are why. I love 'em. But every once in awhile I think about maybe reducing the girls. I asked a few girls we've worked with who have had some 'work' done. And the girls with the best boobies, like Kay, didn't go to a plastic surgeon. I figure when I retire, before they start sagging down to my knees, I'll get a little nip and tuck and get the girls reduced and save my back a shit ton of pain. The idea that I can pay Masque the same amount and not have to deal with surgery and recovery... I'm just saying I might be willing to deal with a little creepy in exchange for a painless procedure."

Peter jolted as suddenly his new memories surged to the surface. The first was the mutant Morlock Masque using his power to rearrange the human body. Working under the table to make young women look like they wanted to look. Which was creepy as the man was a creep of the highest order. But the thing that Peter couldn't help but focus on was Kay Kinky, one of MJ's frequent costars and also known to a few by her real name of Karen Page. Daredevil's former girl friend Karen Page.

New memories fought for dominance over old memories as events unfolded almost the same way things had in his real life. Karen had ended up working in porn and found herself quickly swallowed up by the seedier side. Awash in **** and bad decisions. Only unlike his real life Karen never hit rock bottom and sold out Daredevil's identity for more heroine. In this new life MJ had heard about Karen since they were in the same industry and had checked in on her to see how her fellow New Yorker was doing. Finding her strung out on **** and **** enough to out Daredevil MJ had swooped in to save the day. Fastforward to now and Karen was filming as Kay Kinky, the only one of MJ's girls who was willing to do anything on film. In part to payback MJ for saving her and putting her thru rehab and also because she had swapped getting high with **** for getting high with sex.

"No wonder Matt's pissed at me." Peter whimpered.