Felicia gets a phone call...

In the apartment of Felicia Hardy...

Felicia was thinking of her former lover, Spider-man. For a while she had a chance to date the amazing young man, living a life of adventure with her own hero at her side. Then gave it all away when he unmasked himself to her, revealing his private identity of Peter Parker to her. She regreted the move, yet at the time she couldn't handle the idea Spider-man could be an ordinary man.

'I can't believe what a big mistake I made in that moment. What if he was a little nerd, he was a good man with a great bod. Now he's married to Mary-Jane, a perfect model who has a body as good as mine. Except she's willing to take both Peter and the Spider aspects of him, allowing her to have what I once had.' thought the thief as she said at her computer, looking over sites in the city where valuables were contained. She was trying to decide whether to protect those sites from thieves or to hit those sites herself so she could get the finer things in life.

Her thoughts began to move to her rival and friend, Mary-Jane. Felicia had to admit if she was going to have an affair with a woman who wasn't a member of the superhuman community, MJ was it. Long straight redhead, perfect green eyes. A body made for lust and a personality which loved to have fun. The fact she usually wore clothes to enhance her appearance made it easier to have intimate fantasies about her.

It was while she was having these sinful thoughts about the other woman, when the supervixen's phone started ringing. Picking it up, Felicia answered, "Hardy Residence, Ms. Hardy speaking."

"Felicia, it's me, MJ. I know this is going to sound crazy, but I have been having some... interesting thoughts. I was wondering if you might want to share... my husband for the night, if you catch my meaning." camed the voice of Mrs. Watson-Parker, in a low tone which might be ignored by anyone around the actress.

The image of having the man she was hungering for just a few moments before, as well as the veiled hint of having the woman she had been just been undressing with her mind was overwhelming.

Felicia answered without a second to waste, "I would love to do it tonight. I have nothing else planned for this evening, just gettings some prep work done for future adventures. What are you suggesting we do to poor Peter?"

"Well, I just picked up the perfect little costume at the Hero's Mask. It's called the Insect Queen, you can guess why I picked it out. Anyways, I was thinking the villainious Black Cat could capture Peter Parker and attempt to have her way with him. Only to be stopped by the Insect Queen, coming to rescue our little photographer. Things get out of control between the two of us and a three person orgy results from the battle between heroine and villainess. What do you think?"

"M.J., I think you have been hanging around those Hollywood B-plot writers too much. Then again, most porn doesn't have as much plot as your story and they sell millions of the things. Trust me, I know. I have seen the porn industry using versions of my superhuman identity in part of their stories. With and without versions of your husband." Felicia said with a smile and soft laughter.

It was true the porn industry did try to use images of the different heroes and villains of their world in their scripts. Like Spider-cock and Black Kitten series of films she had seen as a guilty pleasure, mainly to laugh at them. Most heroes didn't take action against the studios due to the trick of the First Amendment, while villains usually didn't care or like the images of them with sex objects in the films.

"I didn't know those films existed, I thought it was just the costume shops like the Hero's Mask and a few strip clubs out of the city catering to the crowd. I guess the superhuman fetish is larger then I think."

"Yeah, Peter wouldn't have likely told you any of the stories he has heard in his circles. But since we share some of those circles, we know the tales. Like the one Logan told us about the Friends of Humanity group with the hidden mutant porn stash. He said the looks on their faces was priceless when the X-men arrived in their headquarters to stop an anti-mutant scheme and found all of this porn. Or the fact they found some of the members jerking off to it. I'll tell you the whole story later." The black Cat was having trouble holding back her laughter, and took a minute to catch her breath. M.J. seemed to be having similar troubles.

Felicia continued with her conversation, "I think we can make your story work. The question is where is Peter and how do we hide the secret from him till it's sprung? 'Cause the last time I saw him he was heading over to check a tip before he went home for a while."

"It might be a pain in the ass to make work for the story, but we can make this work. You can swing into the window with your gear. I would just have to find a way to sneak in the front door of the apartment. I just have to find a place to slip into costume before I arrive on the scene. Could you hold his attention long enough for me to change into my uniform?"

The white haired woman's devious mind went to work as she came up with an idea on how to keep Peter busy. It could also make up for the rejection of him so many years ago. She answered, "I have a plan I can use which will have his whole attention focused on me. You just worry about making your heroic entrance."

"Excellent, see you there." commented the redhead on the other side of the phone.

"Bye! " was the supervixen's own reply as she got up from her desk. She headed to her secret closet where she hid the different costumes she wore during her nights out. She was looking for the perfect outfit for a threesome, something to fry Peter's and Mary-Jane's minds with lust.

'Something like my navel costume, which could give easier access to Peter. Which one of them should it be?' Finally making a choice with the different costumes, she pulled one out.

It was one with a cut for the neckline below her navel, which also barely contained her large breasts. Fur lined the diving neckline, the traditional white she wore. White gloves without any fingers which were also fur trimmed moved up her arms to her elbow. White shiny four inch stilleto heeled boots with white trim were to follow. The final move was a chocker lined with metal studs, yet forged in a way which wouldn't scratch a person during a private moment.

"Purrfect, now to 'kidnap' that peskey photographer Peter Parker." She thought as she left her appartment secretly by grappling line.