11

This is Manhattan. And these are some of the nicest homes in the borough.

A coach strolls up to one. It stops. The door opens. A pair of bare legs, clad in heels, alights the coach.

At a thousandth his size, and perching on her purse, Peter gazes, in awe, at Ms. Brant's nice home. She may be young...but hot damn if she can't afford such a nice house. It makes Peter feel small... But then, he IS small, isn't he?

Ms. Brant pays the coach a generous tip...as she usually does. Clicking against the pavement as she goes along, she ascends the front steps to her home.

She's unaware of Peter's accompaniment of her. If she knew about it, she'd pay Peter a lot more than he expects her to...

Safe inside, she takes off her coat. With it off, her shoulders and boobs vent. She leaves her heels at the door. She leaves her purse on the coffee table.

Peter shoots some webs, and fixes herself to the back of her skirt. He swings from her skirt hem, and rides his will-be boss up to her sacred space.

Upstairs, she undresses. Peter quickly ascends her ass moments before her skirt hits the floor. Relieved, he hangs from the back strap of her panties. Alas, she sheds THOSE too.

In midair, he falls into his suit, and glides through the air, right back to her. She's about to shut herself inside her own bathroom...

Peter makes it in with her, by mere nths. He dives as low as he can, to avoid being spotted. He takes cover, in a cubby hole behind the counter, and prays for luck. He thinks she's seen him...

Behind him, she creeps towards the counter. She's huge. She's like a titaness. This is NOT how Peter wanted his first time with his will-be boss to go...

She lowers her head, and looks around where she thinks Peter landed. She wipes the place where he's hiding, with her finger...

Inside, her finger thumps, and causes a lot of suction and noise. Peter tries to tolerate it. Alas, his spider sense amplifies all noise, sights, and textures, and nearly numbs him. As fervently as she's going at it, he's lucky the counter doesn't cave in on him...

Behind Ms. Brant, a tiny spider lands on her behind. It bites her.

Ms. Brant curses, while reacting. She shows the mirror her own ass, and slaps it for herself. She brings her hand to her face, and studies it. She smiles; the dead spider looks insignificant, against the palm of her huge hand.

Inside her counter, Peter watches from afar. The experience reminds him of how much danger he's in, knowing that he could've fought that spider in a fair fight if Ms. Brant hadn't killed it first...

At peace at last, Ms. Brant smiles, admires her boobs and waistline in the mirror, wanders over to the shower, and starts the water. From behind, Peter ogles her ass, as she's bent over...

Alas, she slips into the shower stall, and closes the translucent pane behind her. She's sealed inside. She turns on the water, and indulges herself in a hot waterfall. Peter can see her titaness figure through the transparent glass.

He can't see every detail of her. But he can see enough of her to sexually inspire.

Below, he's getting hard. He's falling for his titaness will-be boss...