Weeks went by, MJ’s career was on the rise. Thanks to her assertive guidance the brand skyrocketed in popularity. She was promised more work and a permanent spot as the face for the clothing line. She showered in the praise, she was finally receiving the admiration she deserved. But it was only the start.
“They'll pay us what we deserve. The fans admire you. We'll live in luxury.” The symbiote said.
“But we're still at their whims.” MJ mused. “Once the fad shifts they'll discard us. We must make them truly devoted to our greatness.
“Use our strength, crush them, take what's yours.” the symbiote offered.
“This is why you failed before. It's too heavy handed. No, I have a better idea. Or contact have you a level of influence over my mind even before we merged.”
“It was necessary to…”
“Hush tiger, I'm grateful. You showed me I deserved to be worshipped. I'm thinking we share that mind set.” Mary Jane gave an impish grin and picked up her cell phone. More missed calls from Peter, she'd block him if she didn't enjoy seeing proof of his misery. She sent a text to her agent ‘I want to go in a new direction. Can you get me a meeting with some designers? I’m thinking we should start our own brand.’
“What are you planning.” the symbiote hissed. It could probe her mind but Mary Jane demanded her privacy and it obeyed it's new mistress.
“Have faith and save your strength, I'm going to put you to work.
—
It took time and cost old favors to be called in, but MJs line of lingerie was ready for a limited exclusive run. She had the product delivered to her for final inspection. She stood in her penthouse the sexy underwater lines out in front of her
Elegant black garments embroidered with a white spider brand mark, a nod to her alien co-conspirator. A few hundred in total, nighties, garters, corsets, thongs and bodysuits. She ran her fingers over the fine material. It was time to really get started. She willed the symbiote to expand and forced out thin tendrils of it's mass. She weaved the symbiote into the designer clothing infusing it with a small sampling of the symbiote. Even separated from her body she had an amazing control over the goo. It submitted to her commands and soon all of the lingerie were extensions of herself. She was ready to hand them over to the vendor. On her way out she stopped and picked up one of the thongs. She smiled evilly, the rest could go to her soon to be sure hard fans but this one, she had a special place for this one.
—
Felicia Hardy woke up around noon. Things had been boring lately. Spider was sulking and it was no fun to flirt and tease him when he was like this. He had thrown himself into his work so she gave him space and of course used the situation to nab a few precious gems from a jewelry store without a lecture from him. She opened her blinds and let the midday sun warm her naked body. She pondered seducing Peter, but rejected the idea. She was no one's rebound. After she dressed and grabbed her coffee she was content to lounge on her sofa and scroll through the Internet for something thrilling to steal. A knock interrupted her thoughts. She saw a delivery man walk away as she peered outside. A small black gift boxes with a white ribbon, and a tag with a spider that she swore reminded her of Peter's black costume.
Inside was a hand written note. “Hello Felicia, I wanted to apologize for how I've treated you in the past. I was jealous of all the time Peter would go out together and I took it out on you. After some distance from him, I've realized how petty I was acting. I'm including a little something from my new lingerie line. I hope we can start over on friendlier terms. MJ”
“Hmm, maybe I was coming onto him a bit hard in front of her.” Felicia put the note on her coffee table and pulled the silky black thong from the box. “Oh that's cute.” Felicia grinned and ran her fingers over the material. The first touch was like a spark inside her. It was smooth and had a warmth to it she couldn't place. She continued to caress the thong. “It feels really nice, I should try it on. “ More eagerly than she expected, Felicia disrobed and slid on the shiny black underwear. She shivered as she pulled it in place. The fit was amazing, and perfectly framed her already amazing butt. She posed in front of her mirror, inspected herself from every angle.
“I should give her a call to say thanks.” Felicia smiled just thinking about MJ.
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