The Arrival

At 10:47 pm, 3 young women in their mid-20s were sitting in a corner booth of their nightclub hangout, each dressed in a different colored blouse and pair of capris. They were enjoying their drinks while watching the other patrons do their own thing. Just then a boorish man in an open, loud shirt and frayed, jean shorts came strutting up to them with an obnoxious hairdo.

“Hey, there ladies,” spoke the punk while wiggling his hips and doing a goofy dance, “Wanna party with the Party King?”

The African-American of the 3 with the light-purple shirt, just snorted and with a shake of her head, “Sorry, but I’m allergic to hair gel.”

Not looking to go back to his friends empty-handed, the jackass turned to face the gorgeous red-head in the lime-green blouse and with her hair done up that sat across from the black woman that rejected him.

He gave a cheesy grin and with a quick jerk to the head said, “What about you, Foxy-Lady?”

“Sorry,” she responded with a shrug and a raising of her hand to show her ring while fiddling with the heart-shaped pedant of her necklace with her other hand, “I’m married.”

“Seriously?” he asked, “Come on, just one dance.”

“No,” responded the red-head more forcefully.

“Just once,” he urged, this time not taking ‘no’ for answer he went to grab her hand until a cold liquid was splashed in his face.

“SHE SAID NO!” yelled their brunette friend, Betty Brant as she slammed her open palm on to the table, “NOW BEAT IT!”

The boor just backed up then childishly stormed off with a, “Whatever.”

“Thanks, Betty,” said the red-head with a solemn smile.

“No problem MJ,” answered Betty with a small smile.

“Hey MJ, what’s wrong girl?” asked their black gal pal.

“It’s nothing, Glory,” replied MJ with a **** smile.

“Don’t ‘nothing’ me, Mary Jane, this is so not like you,” pushed Glory as the black woman caressed her friend’s hand with care, “So go on, spill it!”

“It’s just…Peter hasn’t been home much at night recently,” caved MJ at her besties insistence, “and well…I know he isn’t cheating on me.”

“But?” Gloria pushed again.

“But nothing,” MJ responded, “I’m just a little lonely, that’s all.”

“What’s he been doing when he isn’t home?” inquired a concerned Betty.

“Volunteer work,” the redhead half-lied.

Just the faint sound of car doors, then wolf whistles were heard, and 2 beautiful women sauntered in, 1 brunette and 1 blonde. The blonde got MJ’s attention immediately, her green eyes flashed with recognition. What was Susan Richards, or Susan Storm-Richards to some, doing here?

“Wow,” spoke Betty, her brown eyes wide, “She’s dressed to kill.”

MJ could only nod.

“Hotties 12:00, Dude,” spoke a male patron.

“I know right?” interjected another.

It was obvious how many men were staring at Susan and her brunette companion although they had eyes for only 1 man in their lives and soon to be undead existences. The other women in the room were either trying to decide why the blonde looked so familiar or were trying not to kill their significant other for looking. After a few minutes after an older gentleman enter the establishment. Justin had removed his cape-like robes before he left his apartment so that he just be wearing a black suit. As he entered with an elderly woman behind him, the 2 women walked over, and each took an arm. Whispers were all around as some people were either trying to guess who he was or why he had 2 voluptuous women on his arms.

“Is that Tony Stark?” asked 1 man as he wondered about the newest arrival and his lovely companions.

“Are you serious?” questioned another.

“Well, who else would go around with hotties like that?” shot another man.

Mary Jane at this point could not figure for the life of her understand why the blonde would, if this was the Invisible Woman mind you, be dressed the way she was with Tony Stark or any other man that was not her husband.

“Who is it?” asked Betty, her curiosity piqued, “Who’re they talking about?

“I don’t know,” answered Mary Jane honestly, “I can’t see.”

“Calm down, girls,” Gloria assured her friends, “He’s probably just another rich playboy blowing his money.”

“Probably,” Betty agreed with a shrug, “God knows how many them are out there, besides Tony Stark I mean.”

Mary Jane just couldn’t get it out of her mind, why was that Mrs. Richards doing here? She needed to know, so she excused herself and left the booth in search of the woman that looked like her husband’s friend’s sister. The model looked around as she passed through several club goers until she came across a secluded booth, although she could not see the man’s face, the lower half could be seen. The penis was out, and what a penis. This ashen rod was easily longer than her Tiger’s dick; he was just over 10 inches ending at the tip, last she checked but he knew how to use it. What she saw next was the blonde take it all in her mouth, she could easily measure the girth at being thicker than her husband; the red head couldn’t help but wonder why this club was allowing this at all?

The easily European voice MJ heard confirmed her fears about the woman, “You’ve done well, Susan. Your kind’s way of servicing with your mouth is exquisite, my dear.”

Mary Jane Watson-Parker could only marvel at Susan’s ability to take such large piece of meat into her mouth. She could hear the slight satisfied hums from the man as he released and watched as she pulled her mouth off it. This woman’s reply to the man only confirmed MJ’s fears, “Your so much better than Reed, my Love.”

“How could she do this?” wondered the model, “To her family?!?”

Just then a small group passed in front of her and by the time they had gone, so was Susan and her lover. MJ just stood in shock, they had disappeared; she approached the booth when a masculine voice from behind, “Can I help you with something, Miss?”

Mary whorled around to find burly, black man in a dark shirt with the club’s logo, once the shock wore-off she shook her head but then took his arm to stop him.

“Wait,” she said, “a woman was just here…with a man.”

“Was she a friend of yours?” asked the burly man.

“Y-yes,” replied the buxom actress, “Do you know where they went, I want to talk to her.”

He nodded then used his right hand to point to the left and watched as the red-head follow his lead. It then clicked that he’d seen her on that soap opera his mother liked to watch, Secret Hospital. He had met quite a few actors that would frequent clubs he had worked in the past but never got to really talk with them. Who knows, maybe he would ask her about how those TV shows worked next time he saw her.

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Meanwhile in a couple were going at it in room down the hall in the back of the club. Susan could only smile and moan as her Dark Master slowly pleasured her, then she gasped as she felt the familiar cold, hard rod shoved into her snatch. It had been 18 minutes since they had arrived and somehow, she knew that this night would be her start of a whole new world. The familiar thrusts were felt next which made any thoughts of her family dissolve into oblivion. The blonde milf wrapped her toned legs around his waist, and as he captured her mouth with his, she flung her arms over his shoulders. Sue relished this pleasure and knew no other man would please her like this man. Just then, the kiss ended, and she stared into his hypnotic gaze.

With a stern tone her lover asked as the Invisible Woman met his eyes, “Who am I to you, Susan?”

As if on command she spoke, “My only love and master of my fate.”

To show his satisfaction on her answer let her down on a nearby table, then with a free hand gently pulled the thin scarf around her throat down to expose the punctures of his bite. As if by command Mrs. Susan Richards tilted her head back and to her left as she offered him her tender throat and blood that was left coursing through her veins. All the sex had accelerated her heartbeat and warmed her blood for her master to enjoy. With masterful precision he reinserted his fangs into the punctures to open her carotid and he drank deep as his cold lips latched onto her supple throat; her blood he tasted was definitely unmatched. Sue could only express the pleasure of her blood draining in loud moans. By the time he was done, most of his woman’s blood was gone leaving her alive but barely. After he bit into his wrist, she moaned, weak from so much blood loss, Susan opened her eyes when he turned her face to his.

“Now Susan, drink my blood and share eternity as my Queen,” he commanded as he held his bleeding wrist over her full blue lips.

As per her orders, Sue parted her lips and took in his ichor; she tasted the strange taste as it flowed over her tongue. She sighed as she closed her blue eyes for the last time and fainted from blood loss. The nosferatu smiled as he lowered his woman on to the table and pulled out of her. He turned around to a welcoming sight and a lovely woman’s voice.