“On site Gym?” Carol asked looking around the changing room on the other side of the door, “Tell me more about Spider Mistress.”
Sue looked around the open air shower next to the lockers on the inner wall.
“I swear my parents dropped by brother on his head repeatedly,” Sue sighed, “At times I wish they had just drowned him as a child. He gets these delusions, he is the leader of Four, Spiderman is our archenemy and the greatest threat to humanity and the galaxy… Not Galactis, Doom, Red Skull, no Spiderman.”
“Spiderman, really?” Carol poked her head around a half wall, “At least the bathroom has some privacy.”
“These windows clearly aren’t meant for a view,” Sue tried to look throw the frosted outer windows, “So after my embarrassing and very televised Mistress Malice episode, Johnny comes down waving printouts accusing me a treason. Reed looked at the URL address, kissed me on the cheek and went off for a conference call with Stark, Pym, and the usual suspects. Ben spent four hours explaining to Johnny that it was; one, Fan written Fiction! Two, BADDLY WRITTEN erotic fan FICTION.”
“And now you met the author,” Carol said messing with a frosted glass door that separated the changing room from the rest of the floor, “seems like it’s locked.”
“When I said badly written,” Sue started looking over the door, “I mean ‘breathy moans and bosom heaving with each thrust,’ bad. Think you can force it?”
“Not without destroying the door,” Carol examined the frosted glass in the metal door frame with gaskets all around it, “And I am not sure we should break it. Wait, it has pin locks on the floor. Can you move them with your powers?”
“I’m not psychic…” Sue said, “Let see if I can make a force field that can grab it.”
Sue managed to lift the bar out of its’ slot on the floor and opened the door. The two walked in and were amazed by what they saw. Along one wall was a bar set up with a dumb waiter coming up from the kitchen, but the majority of the area was taken up by a shallow pool formed by tiled berms about waist high.
“An Olympic sized hot tub?” Carol asked, “Wait? How was to door locked from the inside?”
“The pool guy said the place was haunted,” Sue walked up the berm, “Maybe the succubus wanted some privacy?”
“Not deep enough for diving,” Carol noted, “But for a shallow swim or sitting in the pool it’s fine.”
“Maybe even some water sports,” Sue’s mind went back to a video of a MILF giving a blow job under water in a hot tub.
*
On the fifth floor Emma and Peter looked at the three doors in the small room in front of the elevator and firestairs. The room went along one wall and two doors were on that side and another going towards the other outer wall. Peter went to one of the outer doors and Emma went to the other outer door. Both opened them and looked inside.
“I have camera gear, lights and furniture in here,” Peter said looking inside, “And another set of doors.”
“I have a changing and makeup room here with doors as well,” Emma said.
Both went into the last room, it was an open area studio with a set erected in the corner. The set seemed to be a porn fantasy school for kinky sex, restraints built into the student desks, saint Andrew crosses on the wall and on the black board in big letters; “FEMDOM BDSM SEX,” and “Lesson One: Share your fantasies.”
“So Mister Parker,” Emma took a pose behind the teacher’s desk, “What are your fantasies?”