Sometime later, Gwen, Felicia and Carol all lay on the sofa, supple limbs tangled together, lovely faces dominated by satisfied grins.
"Mmm," Carol purred. "That was wonderful. Remind me to thank Peter for suggesting this."
Then she looked at the time, and her blissful expression vanished. "Dammit, I have to be at the Kree Embassy in twenty minutes!"
She burst from the sofa and headed for her clothes, pausing as she got a look at herself in a mirror.
"Oh, crap," she declared staring at her disheveled hair and sweaty body. "I'm a mess!"
Felicia lazily rose from the couch.
"Don't worry about it," she declared, then whistled. Calypso reappeared, followed by two other women, similarly clad in french maid outfits.
"You've already met Calypso," Gwen said. "These are our other two 'slaves', Queen and Shathra. Girls, get us cleaned up."
The trio bowed. "Yes, Mistress," they chorused, and got to work. Minutes later, all three super-hookers were toweled-off, and had their hair redone. A very impressed Carol got dressed, exchanged quick kisses with Felicia and Gwen, and then took off.
The minute she was gone, the droolworthy duo looked at each other.
"That babe is incredible," Gwen declared.
"I know," Felicia sighed appreciatively. "That mouth!"
Gwen nodded. "That rack!"
And then in unison, "That ASS!"
They both shivered in delight, anticipating the fun they'd be having with Carol in the future. At this point, MJ sauntered out of the bedroom.
"Tiger's passed out," she said, smiling much like the cat that ate the canary. "Sorry about that. Calypso, make sure to wake him in a few hours."
The statuesque black woman, still standing there with her fellow "slaves", bowed in acknowledgment. Gwen waved and the three domestics left the room. After they left, Gwen addressed her sister-wives.
"I've got to leave soon myself," she declared. "I have an appointment with the Kingpin."
She made a moue of distaste, and the other two made sympathetic noises. For years, Wilson Fisk, the Kingpin of Crime, had been a consistent enemy of both Spider-Lady, and her friend Karen Page AKA Daredevil. About a year ago, however, Fisk's wife Vanessa, wanting
her husband to go straight, had negotiated a deal with the two Super-Hookers; if Fisk gave up his life of crime, they would service him once a week for free. Thus far, the erstwhile Kingpin had upheld his part of the bargain, and so had Gwen and Karen, which
didn't mean they were happy about it.
Felicia thought for a moment. "Right. Based on your previous sessions with Fisk, you'll be kept busy all afternoon."
MJ nodded. "Just in time for to drop by and have some fun with Peter before he goes out on his date with...who was it again?"
"Rachel Carpenter," Gwen interjected. "Julia Carpenter's daughter."
MJ nodded. "Right. We don't have any appointments today, do you Felicia?"
Felicia shook her head. "Today, no. But tonight, while Peter's on his date, I'm making a video for Mojo,."
The other two nodded. The obese extra-dimensional media mogul was sleazy, but ever since he'd realized that sex sold even better than violence, he'd been a reliable source of extra income for the Super-Hookers.
MJ thought for a moment. "Very well then. So, we'll be on the streets during the day with you, Felicia, and at night with you, Gwen?"
"All good," said Felicia. "Works for me," answered Gwen.
"Excellent," MJ delcared, and the Venom symbiote slide over her. "Shall we go?"
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