Parker Negotiations

“Excuse me,” an older lady, who was sharply dressed in a button down blouse that hugged her large breasts so much that Sydney could notice the buttons fighting for dear life to keep the shirt closed, and a tight, short skirt that hugged her wide hips in all the right ways, approached the group. Sydney’s lower member began to stir at seeing this very sexy MILF looking lady come to the group. “I am the owner of this establishment, and I can't help but wonder something. Are you, perhaps, the model and actress Mary Jane Watson-Parker?” she asked. MJ put on a large smile as she moved to face the woman.

“Why, yes I am,” she said with a very rehearsed voice that was clearly meant for P.R. situations.

“Would it be alright if we did an impromptu little fashion show with you?” she asked. “This could greatly boost sales and increase our profile with the community,” she asked MJ, who just nodded to her inquiry.

“One moment, please. I have to discuss this with my manager, who happens to be here with us. Felicia, if you would…” she said as she gestured for the two to do out of earshot of everyone else. The two whispered to each other for a few minutes, most likely hashing out if they should accept this deal and if they did, how best to get paid for it. The two, seemingly having come to an agreement, made their way back to the woman. This time, Felicia was in the lead and spoke to the woman.

“Hello, Felicia Parker, MJ’s manager,” she said as she stuck out her hand to shake the woman's hand.

“Ah yes, the other wife of Mrs. Watson-Parker’s husband,” she said as she shook the hand.

“Yes, but unlike someone, I decided to take his name and not just tack it onto my last name, like a loving wife should,” she said with a snicker.

“Except one of us has a brand to keep running so dropping my last night completely wouldn’t be a good move, now would it, manager?” MJ said with a smirk.

“Petey still loves me more,” she said as she stuck her tongue out at MJ.

“You seem to forget that you had to convince me to even let you join our relationship,” MJ said.

“Oh, I remember it quite well. And I remember you saying a lot of things when I convinced you, but it was never complaining,” she said as she stuck her tongue out again, but with a completely different connotation.

“Wait..like back up a second. MJ and Felicia are both married to Peter?!” asked a shocked Kitty to Sydney.

“Uh, yeah. I totally forgot about that. Like I knew they were, cause I was at the wedding, but like, it just kinda slipped my mind,” Sydney said with a strange look on her face, as if she was remembering something she knew but had forgotten a long time ago.

“Telepath?” asked Kitty.

“Telepah,” agreed Anna-Marie.

“What are you two talking about?”

“Like, your brain got scrambled by a telepath,” Kitty told her.

“But they didn’t erase the memory, just kinda suppressed it,” Anna-Marie added.

“What? But why? That’s totally rude!” Sydney said in a shocked tone.

“Yeah, like, that’s telepaths for you,” Kitty said.

“Well, except for the prof and Jean, they’d never do that,” Anna-Marie said.

“Well, duh! Those two would totally never do that to any of us!” agreed Kitty.

“Like, we should ask the prof later if he can figure it out,” suggested Kitty.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea, Kitty. I don’t like knowing someone messed with my head,” Sydney told the two girls.

“Felicia, focus!” MJ said after the two women stopped their playful bickering.

“Right, thanks babe,” Felicia said to MJ and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “So, normally MJ’s fee for doing something like this is $30,000, but I doubt you have that money on hand to do something like that so quickly,” Felicia informed the woman.

“You are correct. I’d have to make a few calls to get that money quickly,” she told the two women.

“Thought so. So, this is what we will take in lieu of our normal monetary fee. We all get two free outfits from the store. And we can custom make the outfit. No charge,” she said as Felicia motioned to herself, MJ, and the three teenagers behind them. “Do you agree to that?” she asked.

“Of course. The money we bring in will certainly cover the costs of that. However, you, Mrs. Parker, must also model clothes. You are just as beautiful as Mrs. Watson-Parker and I believe will help pull in even more men, women, and couples to come shop here,” said the owner. Felicia barely even thought about it before she answered.

“Deal!” she said with a giant smile. “Now, let’s go scribble this contract out real quick and I’ll notarize it,” she said as she reached into her purse and pulled out her notary stamping device.

“You are a notary?” asked the owner.

“Of course. It comes in very handy with these impromptu agreements,” Felicia said as she and the owner walked away to write down the contract.

“Wow, Felicia is a notary and has her own stamp?” asked Sydney.