"Let's go whore fishing," Felicia laughed as she carried MJ to the door. Her Symbiote camouflaged her so that when the door was open people only saw MJ.
Mary Jane stood in the doorway with her legs spread and her hands tied behind her back. The Symbiote on her body looked like a strapless one piece that defied gravity as the 2 triangle cups held up her breasts that tried to spill out. The ball gag in her
mouth limited her protests to moans and gasps. Anyone bold enough to peer around could see that the seat was just a thing that disappeared between her ass cheeks.
Several neighbors saw her, most of whom MJ knew. The older women scoffed. The old men pretended not to see anything. But soon a crowd was gathered with cheers and wolf whistles. Some frat boys, and a few perky models that did shoots with Mary Jane.
Mary Jane was flushed red, and not just with embarrassment. The Symbiote was working her body up to another orgasm. Of course, when the crowd saw the outfit pinch at her nipples or writhe at her crotch, they assumed there were simply sex toys underneath.
Black cat purred as she watched, waiting until MJ was seconds away from an orgasm before she made her move.