IC: Spiderman: Empire State University

[LadyAria]

"I'll try Gwen, you know how complicated my schedule can get sometimes though. I swear JJ has me on speed dial these days."

"Oh Peter," she beamed at him as they walked into the coffeebead. "It would mean so much to me if you would or could just be there."

Turning back to the menu, she considered her options deciding on a double expresso and an alfalfa sprouts on rye with extra mayo. She got it to go after looking at her watch.

"I know I said I could," she shrugged with guilt. "But if I'm going to look my best tonight I need to go."

She leaned over and kissed him softly on the cheek. The passion only a glimmer on what it was a moment ago. Yet, the contact still enough to hold her.

"On time, please?" she added before heading out the door.


OOC: Demos -Yes, we are doing modern setting so cell phones, email, etc.

Dragonrazor - Gwen is not a slut...well not yet. She is a science geek and would only be blowing the guys with the biggest brain, well, among other things

 

[dragonrazor]

OOC: how's he supposed to know that?

IC: Danny headed for his apartment, having received an invitation to the dinner that night. He wasn't usually one to do that sort of thing, but something told him he had to go. As he walked towards his apartment, he saw Gwen in a diner with Peter Parker. He shook his head, then shrugged. "It's always something, isn't it." He was talking to himself, which was his usual thing. He viewed it as "at least I'm not answering myself"

 

[Demos Straxus]

"On time, please?" she added before heading out the door.

He nodded in response, and then set to work devourering a largedouble decker BLT, eating at a pace that made it seem like he was almost inhaling it. He had some matter of his own to attend to beforehand as well. Needed to do a short loop of the city so he wouldn't have to do it after the party. Knowing Gwen she would most definitely object to his leaving before dawn. The two hadn't had as much time to be intimate as either would have liked.

 

[IXIHawkeyeIXI]

Harry had been sitting in his apartment for a while, and was beginning to get restless. He knew that he had a big night ahead of him, this dinner was incredibly important. Standing up from his seat, Harry turned off the television and moved towards his bedroom. Looking through his closet, Harry needed to decide what to wear for the big night. He found a nice black coat and pants, then took out a dark green shirt. This was one of his favorites, it always looked great on him (but then what didn't?) Taking the shirt and throwing it onto his bed with the coat and pants, then taking his black tie and adding it to the pile. With his clothes picked out, he made his way to the bathroom to take a shower before getting dressed.

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Standing naked in front of her closet, Liz was perplexed. She had nothing to wear and a full closet of it. She wanted that come fuck me look she was so known for. Yet, she wanted to look nice of course. MJ would be there and who could compete with her? Gwen always lookd great. She was not obsessed with her looks but she DID look good. She smiled a little as she spied the red and gold china doll dress. It was red silk washed and died in the mountains of eastern China and embroidered with gold dragons. The high neck fastened with a gold dragon clasp and the hem was accented with golden fringe.

She pulled it from the closet wondering if she could get away without anything underneath it. Slipping it over her head, she was immediately turned on at the feel of the silk on her naked body. Turning this way and that watching the fringe twist and sway with her, she was immediately satisfied and began the task of fixing her hair. She settled on two bone chopsticks wrapping them intricately within her hair before securing them letting only wisps fall around her face.

Checking the clock, she noted the time and made arrangements for a ride.

If she did not turn a million heads, she would turn one. Anthony.

 

[poohlive]

"Yeah, sure professor."

Man, did he have it bad. Poor guy, couldn't concentrate on anything anymore. He had blinders on, and those blinders were named Gwen and Stacy. At least he should grow a little backbone, try to stand up for himself.

Speaking of which, he wondered what Liz was doing for the banquet. Or, well, it wasn't a banquet, was it? A party, he supposed. But that didn't fit it either. Party was more like a bunch of drunken guys around a keg, yelling for the girls to take their tops off.

A formal affair, he sighed. It even sounded boring.

Yet, still, with Liz there, it shouldn't be too bad. He had run home, putting on his only suit and tie. A nice mtch, if the tie didn't look too skinny on him, but it was what he had. He held it for conventions and latest findings from the professor. It was rarely worn.

He had raced up to Liz's room, knocking on her door. He knew they hadn't talked about arriving together, but he was here...

And she, as always was lovely.

"It's me, Anthony," He knocked again, "I just wondered if you had a ride yet, to the ummm, you know?"

 

[fukensploogin]

Norman Osborne

Norman Osborne was a busy man. He should not have to be trifled with such ridiculous affairs that were so far beneath him. Didn't he have someone that was in charge of setting up these parties? He wondered if he had fired her. Or killed her. Perhaps that was the problem.

At least the banner was right: "A Better Tomorrow from Today's Research" Not catchy, but it got the point across. Things were definitely looking up, especially if Miles Warren's cloning technology lives up to its potential.

He looked around. The food was being prepared. Bruschetta bread, sprinkled with olive oil and topped with diced tomatoes and mozzarella. A simple lettuce and crouton salad. Options for dinner: steak, cooked to order, or salmon, or some pithy vegetarian option. There was a large table for dinner: four of them each to a side, and Norman at the head. Norman went into the kitchen space. "Has that wine been delivered yet?"

"yeah, boss, right over there." Three cases of wine he had ordered: entirely too much, but one could never have too much wine. A ten-year old Merlot. Not bad, a good winery. A ten-year old Chardonnay, from another quality winery. And a case of Prosecco, young, a powerful sparkling wine, sweeter than champagne, made in Italy.

"Good," Norman said. "This will do just fine." He looked at his watch. People would be arriving within the hour. He would, of course, be alerted to their presence as soon as they entered the building. They had to ride up 50 stories to get to the penthouse suite he had rented out for the dinner. The place was wide-open, spacious, three bathrooms, five bedrooms, a number of extra rooms Norman hadn't even bothered to explore. The dining room had a fine view: floor to ceiling windows, and the Statue of Liberty out there on the island. He wasn't such a fan of the Statue, but the view was good, for he had secured a permit for a fireworks extravaganza to take place just a ways away, so that they had a prime view.

He sat down at the table, in the leather chair at the head, and pondered, wondering what could go wrong. The only thing he could think of was that blasted Spiderman showing up and interrupting things, but he didn't think it would be a problem tonight. Norman had, of course, through his agents, bought the services of over a hundred street-punks to cause some trouble: armed robberies, burglaries, grand thefts auto, little things, with an incentive: an encounter with Spiderman was worth a cool grand.

Norman sneered. Part of him wanted to put on his Goblin uniform and hunt Spiderman down himself. But then he remembered that his plan was in motion, and soon there was no one who would be able to stop him, not even the Amazing Spider-Man!

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Reaching the door, she was suprised to see him standing there. He looked very nice in his simple suite.

"Well, I was about to call a cab but if you have other things in mind, I would like to give you a try first. I mean, well I meant, your idea a try" coy did not suite her at all.

She wanted to pull the dress up to her breasts and say do you like what Im not wearing but she knew this was a semi formal meeting and it would be business first.

Something about Anthony standing there waiting made her thighs wetter than they could ever be. She was afraid that it would drip and seep into the silk of her dress.

"Come in, I was almost ready if you dont mind the wait. I would enjoy your company to this thingy" she said smiling. Lifting the dress ever so slightly to reveal her naked thighs as she made her way back to the bedroom to search for something to put on underneath it.

"You can come on in here if you like. I just need a few more things and IM ready" she said. Leaving the invitation to her bedroom totally open for him to reply.

 

[poohlive]

"We never made plans or anything..."

Anthony stepped into her bedroom, watching the small of her dress rise even higher. She looked gorgeous in her little china girl outfit. He had to admire her for a second, before adjusting his own growing arousal.

"Wait a minute," He stopped her, his hand caressed the back of her thigh, and up to the gentle curve of her ass.

"You weren't gonna wear any underwear to this thing, were you?"

Oh God. He knew he loved this girl for a reason.

"You always were the naughty one, weren't you?" He mused, but his hand never left her ass, feeling the smooth curve, free of anything but the silk under his fingers.

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Wiggling her increasingly wet bottom against his hand she smiled and said nothing. Letting his fingers search until it found what it was looking for. Feeling them slip inside her she almost came right then right there. Moaning loudly, she slowly eased back grabbing hold og the dresser for leverage letting them go from her ass, to her gaping hole and inside. Deeper they probed, the louder she moaned.

 

[poohlive]

An invitation like that called for nothing less than acceptance. Anthony got up behind her, one hand still exploring the depth of her folds, while another wasted no time with his own fly.

She moaned into him, her whole body seemed alive with wires of energy. When he touched her, it sent shocks everywhere.

"Such a naughty girl," he whispered into her ear, moving up behind her. His whole body pressing against hers. Her lean lithe form moving under him, but now it had something to move against.

His hips bucked, grinding against her nearly bare ass. Damn, the skirt was short enough, she wasn't even going to bother with underwear. Anyone could just come up from behind, lift it up, and...

Anthony guided his cock up against her entrance. The heat of her core demanded him inside her, and as soon as it touched those puffy pussy lips, his cock was nearly drenched.

His cock waited, paused at the lovely pink of her folds. He loved teasing her, the head just outside of her cunt, playing, moving up and down, but never entering her. Instead, he let his cock move against her slit, grinding with her, running up and down his shaft.

The clit was mashed between his cock and his fingers, unable to do anything else.

He smiled, loving to tease her.

 

[LadyAria]

Gwen looked one last time in the mirror. Her royal blue satin gown hugged her tiny curves as she turned around to access the low cut back. A single strand of fake diamond laid leisurely across her bare shoulder blades. She frowned as she looked at her reflection. The sliver high heels glittered as if they cast their own light. She was afraid it was too much. She tugged at the hem trying to pull it down to her knees. A blonde curl feel loose from the pile of platinum locks positioned on top of her head. Grabbing a bobby pin from her silver beaded purse, she fastened the curl back in place. She put her thumb nail in her mouth to chew before popping it out remembering the manicure.

"I hope I look sophisticated enough," she said trying to put on a brave face.

Her attention turned to the loud honking from the cab outside. Running out the door, she jumped in giving the Osburn address. The cabbie nodded his head before hitting the gas. She hoped to get there early to see if she could get Mr. Oswald's ear before more important people came. Pulling up the curved drive, her eyes grew to take in the size of the place. God, Harry's family was rich!

 

[dragonrazor]

Danny had spent most of the afternoon going through his wardrobe to find something to wear. The problem was, he hated formalwear, and avoided it at all costs. He thought for a moment, then smiled, as he found his father's old FBI regular outfit. He donned the slacks, black shirt, and black tie, before pulling on the black overcoat. It wasn't pure formal, but it would do, he hoped. He grabbed his wallet, stuffing it in the coat pocket, and headed for the place the dinner was supposed to be held at. Once he got there, he showed his ID to the guard at the door. He had managed to get there just in time, apparently.

 

[fukensploogin]

Before Dinner

Norman Osborne

A small, slight beep came to Norman's ear. He flipped his cell phone to his ear. "Yes?"

"Sir, Professor Warren is here."

"Send him up right away."

A few minutes later, the Professor walked into the penthouse. "Good evening, Norman," he said, smiling as he walked in.

"Good evening, Professor. I was much impressed with your results. I assume phase 2 is moving ahead?"

"Indeed. We shall be collecting samples this evening. It may be difficult: we need fresh sperm and eggs to be guaranteed results."

"Well the sperm shouldn't be too hard to come by," Norman said, chuckling to himself at his own bad joke.

"Indeed. The eggs, on the other hand... well, I have devised a tool for harvesting some fresh, live eggs..."

There was another small beep. "Yes?" Norman said into his cell.

"A young lady named Gwen is here for you, sir."

"Send her up immediately." He looked at his watch. "She's early," he said.

The door opened and Gwen stepped in.



OOC: We'll get Danny up here after this scene, sorry if that's annoying...

 

[IXIHawkeyeIXI]

After showering, Harry looked at himself in the mirror and smiled, trying once again to build up confidence for the dinner tonight. He knew that his father would most likely find fault with him tonight, and spend a fair amount of time criticizing him and MJ, but Harry still had hope that things would go better this time, that his father would find something to approve of. Harry shook away all these thoughts, and got dressed, looked at himself and fixing his tie. When he was finished, he left the apartment, getting in the car his father had sent and giving the driver directions.
The car stopped only once, at a flower shop where Harry stopped to pick up flowers for Mary Jane. When he reached her apartment, he felt the nervousness in his stomach that he felt everytime he was close to her. Getting out of the car, Harry fixed his tie once again, straightened out his coat, and knocked on her door.
"MJ? It's Harry..."

 

[LadyAria]

Gwen Stacey

Walking into the room, she was surprised to see Professor Warren and embarrassed instantly remembering the note. Her cheeks flushed before she locked her eyes on Norman Osborn. Older and powerful, with a single look he could have crushed her spirit. However, he looked over her with some akin to interest. She figured it was better then annoyance. Thrusting out her chin and throwing back her shoulders, she stepped forward with bravado. Her ankles trembled as the tiny pointed heels were swallowed by the thick Persian rug. It probably cost more then all four years of her college tuition would added together. With a father like this, no wonder Harry tried so hard. A part of her heart warmed to Harry's burden. Then, her mind went to Peter. He knew this man. Knew him well. Why did he never speak of him?

"Sir, I'd like to speak to you regarding some research I've been doing," she stated careful not to look at the professor. Her mind ricocheted off of a hundred different thoughts.

 

[lushlips18]

Mj

Mary Jane had been looking herself over in the full length mirror in her room. The green dress hugged her curves and was cut a bit low but no too low so Mr. Osborne had reason to call her a tramp. She had been debating wheteher to put her hair up or leave it down. In the end she haid settled on up, it looked more classy and she was sure her other friends would be dressed to the nines. She was just sliding her heels on when she heard Harry at her door.

"Be right there"

She slid into them and grabbed her purse before walking over to her door, unlocking it and opening it.

"Hey", she said giving a smile.

 

[fukensploogin]

Norman Osborne

"Research, really?" Norman Osborne said. He raised his eyebrow and looked at the girl before him. Somehow, he managed to keep himself from licking his own lips at how delicious the bitch looked.

Another beep in his ear. "Hang on," he said. He spoke into the phone. "Yes, of course, send them up." He turned and looked at Gwen. "Why don't we schedule some time later this evening, perhaps between our dinner and the fireworks show, to talk about your research, hmm?"

Both of the older men were staring at her. She thought, for a moment, that it was lust she saw in their eyes.

 

[IXIHawkeyeIXI]

As the door opened and he saw Mary Jane in what she was wearing, it was difficult for him not to just grab her and take her into the bedroom.
"Wow...you look....amazing."
Coming to his senses, Harry handed her the flowers he had picked up for her, a bouquet of roses.
"I thought you might like these...though they don't hold a candle to your beauty."
He smiled at her as she took them, then he leaned in and kissed her.

 

[LadyAria]

"Yes, of course, Sir," she replied bowing her head.

She stepped back uncomfortably realizing their minds were not exactly on science. God, she wished Peter was here. Looking back at the door, she regretted being early. She prayed for Liz, MJ or Harry to walk through that door. Someone her own age and caliber. She felt way out of her league.

Turning to her professor, she smiled awkwardly. Her hand fidgeted with the faux tennis bracelet dangling from her wrist. Her outfit felt so out of place on her body.

"Evening, Professor."

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Her insides were burning with the pressure of being manipulated and crushed at the same time. She moaned a little louder as he continued to torment her with his cock.

Turning ever so slightly, she tried to push back onto him as he ran his length up and down her slit.

"Ahh for the love of God Anthony, fuck me. Hurry please and fuck me" she cried stilltrying to hold onto the dresser as he pushed her higher lifting her feet positioning himself for the right moment.

"Do it please, fuck me NOW!!" she cried as he continued.

 

[lushlips18]

Mj

She gave him a soft kiss and nodded, "I'll go put these in water".

She walked off into her kitchen searching for a vase. She finally found one and filled it up with water before setting the roses in it. She gave a nod to herself and blew out mentally preparing herself for dinner tonight. She walked out giving her fake but convincing smile.

"Shall we go?"

 

[IXIHawkeyeIXI]

Shall we go?

"Absolutely."

With a smile, he held out his hand to her and led her down to the car. Harry opened the door for MJ partly to be a gentleman, and partly so that he could see how the outfit looked from behind. He smirked, as it looked just as great from this angle. Once MJ was seated, Harry looked in the front window to the driver.

"Allright, we're ready, take us to my father's place."

Harry then joined MJ in the back of the car and took her hand in his.

"Well this should be another fun-filled evening."

 

[Demos Straxus]

Peter Parker AKA Spiderman swang through the city, his weblines coming fast and hard as he hurtled towards the party. He'd been on time.....right up until the mugging, the burglarly, and the armed robbery. Between the three he was sweating profusely beneath his spandex suit, and the rented tux he had tucked in a webpack on his back probably looked like hell. As he moved through the city, his spider sense suddenly blazed red, as he dodged to one side, avoiding what APPEARED to be a Rocket aimed in his direction.

"Whatever happened to Tommy Guns and double breasted suits?"

He wondered absently, dropping five stores straight down to take out the offender. Thankfully the person in question had chosen his shooting position from only a block away from Osborne's penthouse.

Here at last...

Moving with every ounce of spider given speed he possessed, Pete quickly donned the tux, and then wallcrawled to the pavement, straightening his tie as he walked casualy towards the Osborne tower.

 

[poohlive]

They were going to be late. He should tell her they need to go, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to do it. When a woman begs you to fuck her, there is little else one can do. He thought it better to take her right now, arrive fashionably late, and have her sashay throughout the whole party with his cum buried inside of her.

Such a wonderful plan.

His cock slipped inside. It only hesitated for a minute as the head slipped beneath her luscious lips, and then he rammed it deep inside her. A groan escaped him, wrapped around her velvet warmth. He sighed, nibbled at the back of her neck.

"Oh God, yes," He loved that tight cunt. Anthony knew she was far from a virgin, but somehow every time he plunged into her, it felt like he was taking her for the first time. She gripped him like a vise, each thrust into her took effort, his cock sliding in and out easy enough, but needed force to push deeper inside.

He loved that about her.

"Damnit Liz, such a wonderful fucking cunt."

He rolled his hips into hers. He had her mashed up against the dresser now, hands on her hips, pushing deep inside her. He wanted her pinned against the dresser, and his hard cock. He wanted to pound her, make her fucking scream his name in ecstacy.

Knowing her, it wouldn't take long.