Playboy X

Playboy X
Chapter 16: End of Year Party

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It had been a good year for Playboy. It had been a good year for the X-men as well. With the sizzling centerfolds of Jean Grey, Rogue, Ororo Munroe, Scott Summers, and Warren Worthington III the publication had enjoyed record sales while the X-men gained a reputation as sex symbols instead of monsters. And nobody was more pleased by this change than Professor Charles Xavier and Hugh Hefner.

To celebrate their mutual success, Hef threw a dazzling New Years party for the entire staff of the Xavier Institute. Even Mystique and the Brotherhood were invited since they had gained a role at Playboy as well. Along with the top playmates, it was a party for the ages full of fine wine, good food, and sexy music.

“Happy New Year, Professor Xavier,” said Hefner, raising his glass of wine, “To a good year.”

“Indeed,” said Xavier, tapping his glass with his as he watched his students mingle, “Quite an amazing turnaround if I do say so. Although I’ve always hoped for humanity to see mutants differently, I never expected it to come in the form of this.”

In his trademark red robe, Hef laughed and swirled his wine.

“Yes, well…sometimes great opportunities come from unexpected places.”

“And I can’t thank you enough for giving my institute such chances. I hope together we can make a bright future for ourselves and the world at large.”

“Evolution and sexuality,” mused Hefner, “With that on our side, we can’t fail.”

The two men shared another warm hearted laugh as they finished their wine. Looking out onto the dance floor, many couples such as Scott and Jean, Rogue and Remy, Kitty and Piotr, Bobby and Jubilee, Betsy and Warren, Kurt and Amanda, Alex and Laura, and Logan and Ororo laughed and mingled with the playmates.

“They certainly seem to be enjoying themselves,” grinned Hef, “Is there anything I can get you, Professor? This little affair is in your honor as well.”

“Just more wine, I suppose,” he said, “I’m not usually one to…”

Suddenly, Xavier stopped in mid sentence as an enchanting woman with lavender hair approached in official Playboy bunny attire. The wheel chair bound man was rendered speechless by her beauty. She was tall, elegant, and bore an aura of serenity the likes of which he never saw in a woman before.

“More refreshments, gentlemen?” she asked with a Playboy worthy smile.

“Ah, yes. Lilandra, glad you’re here,” said Hef, “Professor, this fine woman is our newest model. She asked specifically to work this party because she was so intent on meeting you.”

“Yes, it’s a great honor to finally be in your presence, Professor,” said Linadra, extending her hand, “I’ve been following your work for a long time.”

“Yes, well I…” he stammered, not used to being drawn to such a beautiful woman, “Thank you. I appreciate your support.”

Smiling at his demeanor, Linandra refilled his glass and secured a spot beside him.

“If you wouldn’t mind, Hef, I’d love to stay here and discuss the Professor’s latest paper,” said Lilandra.

“Go right ahead, my dear,” said Hefner, grinning at the look in Xavier’s eyes he knew too well, “I’m sure he’ll appreciate your company.”

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Out on the dance floor, the smooth rhythm of the music fueled the movement of hot bodies. Among them were Rogue and Remy, a couple who owed their relationship to Playboy. And as they danced together, sensually sliding their hands along each others’ bodies, they laughed and kissed to good times.

“Ready to ring in de new year, cherè?” said Remy, slipping his arms around her waist and pulling her in.

“You know it, sugah!” grinned Rogue, “And I’ll be lookin’ to make this one count for the both of us.”

“De both of us…I like that idea.”

With a sultry grin, Rogue captured her lover’s lips in a hot kiss, still moving to the beat. Their mouths wrestled, showing to the world how passionate they had become. And as the hot passion overtook their beings, Kitty and Piotr took notice.

“Is this your New Years resolution, Rogue?” grinned Kitty, “Start doing it in public places?”

“Shut up, Kit. Ah’m busy,” said Rogue, keeping her focus on her lover.

“I can see that,” she laughed, “Carry on. Come on, Petey. Let’s get us some wine and cheer on the new year!”

“As you wish, Katya,” smiled Piotr, his arm draped around her lover protectively.

As Rogue and Remy made out to the music, another figure took notice from afar. Having been estranged from her kids for a long time, Mystique had used the opportunities Playboy presented to start making amends. While progress was slow, she was on speaking terms with Kurt and Rogue. And she hoped to improve that over the new year.

But as she watched Rogue smother herself over her Cajun lover, Mystique’s maternal instincts kicked in. And as she saw Kurt and Amanda approach, the shape shifter saw her chance to make her New Years resolution

“Hey Rogue! Nice dress,” said Amanda, “If it were riding any higher it’d be a shirt.”

Cut off from her make out session with Remy, Rogue let out a frustrated sigh.

“Dang it! Can’t Ah get some privacy with mah boyfriend, already?”

“Wanna find a closet or something?” said Remy with a sneaky grin.

“In yer dreams, Cajun,” she said, smacking him in the arm.

“Oh lighten up, mien sister,” said Kurt, “At zhe rate you vere going, you two vould have done it in zhe middle of zhe dance floor.”

“No we weren’t!” said Rogue, growing more annoyed.

“Well it ain’t like we couldn’t if we…” began Remy before being cut off.

“Excuse me.”

Turning to see Mystique before them wearing tight red pants with a matching crop top with the Playboy logo on it, a sudden silence fell over the group. Rogue and Kurt tensed, moving closer to their respective lovers. But unlike before, they didn’t yell at her to go away.

“Mozher?” said Kurt awkwardly, “Is uh…are you having a good time?”

“Well since Todd, Pietro, and Freddy are caught up mingling with playmates and Lance and Wanda can’t tear themselves away from each other, I can safely say I am.”

Looking over at Todd and Freddy, sitting in a corner surrounded by playmates as they showed off their powers, the others couldn’t help but laugh. Pietro was lingering around his new playmate girlfriend, Crystal, and Lance and Wanda were dancing near the speakers. It was rare, but the Brotherhood looked officially tame.

“So uh…” said Amanda awkwardly, knowing there was a lot of bad blood between them.

“I just came over to wish you all a Happy New year,” she sighed, “I know it hasn’t been the best, but I’m hoping to turn things around. I’ve actually got a job that I enjoy and doesn’t involve explosives.”

“You mean ‘Dairy of a shape shifter’s sex life?’ De one where ya test sex skills and report on dem with both gals and guys?” grinned Remy.

“Well I am the only one with all the right ‘equipment’ so to speak,” replied Mystique in a sassy tone.

“Ugh, mama please!” said Rogue in disgust.

“Sorry,” she said, “But the point is, I want to put the past behind us tonight. I know it’s not easy to forget, but we can still work on making this coming year a good one for all of us.”

“Ja, I zhink so too,” said Kurt with a smile, “It’ll be hard, I know. But ve’re still family last I checked. And zhis is New Years, so vhy not?”

Setting aside his lingering anxieties, Kurt gave his mother a warm hug. A smile spread across the shape shifter’s face, soaking up the feeling of having her little boy in her arms again. Only now he was a grown man and a good one at that.

Rogue was a little more reluctant, but after seeing Kurt give it a chance and Remy flash her those puppy dog eyes, she sighed and conceded.

“Ah what the hell,” she sighed, joining in the hug, “Happy New Years, mama.”

“Happy New Years, Rogue,” said Mystique, tears forming in her eyes.

In the spirit of new beginnings, the estranged family smiled together. It was a good feeling after so much animosity. Remy and Amanda couldn’t help but smile at the sight. It was definitely way past overdue.

“And as for you two,” said Mystique to Remy and Amanda with a coy grin, “Make damn well sure you read my articles and books. Because if I find for one second that you aren’t satisfying my kids, you’ll be hearing from me.”

Remy and Amanda exchanged worried glances. Mystique was not one to make idol threats, especially when it came to her kids. But in the spirit of the night, they managed a smile.

“Sure thing, cherè. Remy will be good to yo’ daughter. Thieves honor,” swore the Cajun.

“Same here,” said Amanda, “We’ll do our part.”

“Oh I’m sure that you will,” grinned Mystique, flashing her kids a look that made them blush in embarrassment, “Now enough with the formalities. Let’s have some fun!”

Surprised by their mother’s enthusiasm, smiles returned to Kurt and Rogue as they began dancing together. Mystique never looked so happy. Being with her kids in a new life with Playboy was a major step. And with a new year upon them, there was plenty of time to make it right.

While others danced, some remained impartial observant from afar. Logan wasn’t much of a dancer, nor a party person. But there was plenty of high quality liquor, so it wasn’t a total bust. But most of his attention wasn’t focused on the party so much as a couple of people within it.

“Still giving Alex the death glare?” came a familiar voice.

Shifting his gaze, Logan was struck by the sight of Ororo Munroe in a beautiful African style dress with a Playboy style to it. Looking like an Ancient Egyptian queen, she turned plenty of heads. But none dared advance since Logan was never far from her side. Except this time, he had other distractions.

“Sorry darlin’,’ he said, sipping his brandy, “Parental habit. This is Laura’s first big party and she can’t peel herself away from surfer boy.”

“I can see that,” grinned Ororo, sipping some wine, “She looks like she’s having a great time.”

Logan didn’t deny that. On the dance floor, Laura was actually laughing as Alex tried to show her how to dance. It was awkward for her, but even the reclusive offspring of Wolverine couldn’t help but be taken by the spirit of the party. Spending it with her lover and boyfriend, Alex, made it all the more special.

“Still doesn’t feel right, ya know?” mused Logan.

“What doesn’t?” asked Ororo curiously.

“Knowing my daughter sleeps with Summers all the time,” he said, shuttering at the thought, “I had a firm conversation with Alex about bein’ involved with her and doing what they do in bed, but it still doesn’t sit right.”

“And I don’t think it ever will, Logan,” said Ororo, leaning in close to her lover, “It’s part of being a parent. It’s never easy knowing your child is growing up.”

“Tell me about it. And I wasn’t even around when she was a kid.”

“All the more reason to support her when she’s still growing and finding new happiness,” said the former Goddess.

Finding truth in those words, Logan sighed and gulped down the rest of his drink. Seeing Laura smile was a sight to behold. It struck him profoundly as a father. Laura had grown a lot since the days of being just X23. And seeing her grow close to Alex remained a difficult thing to accept. But if it made his daughter happy, that was all that mattered.

“Still hard not to get distracted from it,” said Logan, keeping his eye on Alex.

“Oh? Then I guess I’ll just have to distract you with something else.”

With her divine lure, Ororo drew Logan into a passionate kiss. It proved to be more than enough to divert his gaze. And in the arms of a goddess, there was little Logan could do to resist.

“Ya sure know how to make a guy feel lucky, Ro,” said Logan with a wolfish grin, slipping his arms around her waist with predatory allure.

“Always such an animal,” purred Ororo playfully.

“Would you have me any other way?”

“Not for a second.”

Getting another round of drinks, Logan made off with Ororo hand in hand. Smiles never left their faces, staying close through the sexy ambience of the party. This whole Playboy affair had brought them together. And with attraction every bit as primal as their nature, the new year looked bright for them.

Looking out from the dance floor, Alex Summers let out a relieved sigh. He had been looking out of the corner of his eye all night, fearing Logan may pounce if he did anything wrong to his daughter. He and Laura already did enough in the bedroom and that didn’t sit well with him already. But Laura helped to make him smile.

“Whew, thought your dad was never going to stop giving me the eye,” said Alex as Laura snaked her arms around his shoulders and kissed down his neck.

“Stop worrying about him,” assured Laura, “He’s just being protective.”

“Yeah, but unlike most protective fathers, this one has claws.”

“Oh don’t tell me you’re scared,” said Laura with a wolfish grin, “I thought you were a thrill seeker.”

“I am,” said Alex, slipping his arms around her waist, “But there are only so many risk a guy is willing to take.”

“Well if you won’t take that chance, then I guess I’ll have to!”

True to her word, Laura captured Alex’s lips in a deep kiss. He still checked to see if Logan was looking, but Laura made sure his only focus was them. And as their tongues danced, such fears were finally laid to rest.

“Yeah! You go, Laura!” said Tabitha as she, Sam, Amara, and Roberto passed by.

“Hey!” said Laura, irked by the interruption.

“Hey, take it easy,” said Tabitha, “Just giving you some encouragement.”

“Yeah, it’s a party, X. Lighten up,” said Amara, hooking her arm with Roberto.

Letting out a frustrated grunt, Laura set it aside. Alex still looked awkward, but he kept his cool. It was one of the skills that made him a Summers.

“Man, I bow to your boldness, amigo,” said Roberto, giving Alex a swat on the back.

“Yeah man, how many guys would be willing to risk dating the daughter of Wolverine?” laughed Sam.

“Knock it off, guys,” groaned Alex, “Don’t you think I catch enough grief with Logan?”

“Oh there’s never enough when it comes to a guy like Wolverine!” said Tabitha.

“Easy Tabitha,” warned Laura, “That’s still my dad you’re talking about.”

Tabitha fell silent, not risking further provocation. Logan was protective about Laura, but she was just as defensive around him. And she made sure everybody knew it.

As the music continued, the hot rhythm grew stronger as X-men, New Mutants, Brotherhood, and Playboy playmates stood together in celebration of a new year. The laughter, drinking, and spirit of the party intensified. Everyone was finding their own way of having fun. And in true Playboy spirit, they kept it sexy.

“Okay everyone, time to slow things down a bit!” announced Ray from the speakers with Dani by his side, “If you got a lover, grab em because we’re going to heat things up!”

Through the booming stereo, a new round of smooth, rhythmic jazz filled the room. It was definitely a different pace, but one plenty got into.

“That’s more like it!” grinned Dani, drawing Ray out onto the dance floor, “Care to share this dance, lover?”

“I’d love to, sexy.”

Couples everywhere hooked up and heated up. Everyone including Rogue and Remy, Kurt and Amanda, Kitty and Piotr, Sam and Tabitha, Roberto and Amara, Alex and Lorna, Lance and Wanda, Pietro and Crystal, and Logan and Ororo got into it. Even Mystique joined, dancing with a couple of hot Playgirl models.

Off to the side, a few other couples were breaking from all the dancing and enjoying some wine and food. Scott and Jean along with Betsy and Warren had been going at it since the festivities began. But a slower pace was a welcomed change.

“Ah smooth jazz,” said Jean, “Is there anything sexier?”

“Oh I could think of a few things,” said Scott huskily, slipping his arms around his wife’s waist.

Wearing her heart stopping red dress that matched her hair and showed off her gracious figure, Jean smiled at her husband and kissed back. Betsy and Warren were holding hands, slipping in closer as the spirit of the sensual music filled the room.

The only one feeling left out was Hank, who had stayed off the dance floor for the most part and away from the playmates. While some seemed interested in his unusual appearance, Hank kept his distance having never been very good at talking to women.

“Want to head back out on the floor, luv?” said Betsy to her lover.

“Sure,” he said, using his wings to hug her close, “Anything for my ninja queen lover.”

“You need to think of a new pet name, Warren,” laughed Scott.

“Oh don’t mock terms of endearment,” said Betsy with a tone of mock appall, “It shows a guy how sweet he is.”

“Or how goofy his vocabulary,” grinned Jean.

“Well we can’t all be as cultured as Hank, here. Right?” said Warren.

“Culture is but a relative term, my boy,” said Hank, sipping his wine, “Neither eclectic nor subtle, it is just a means of how one carries themselves.”

“And you would be the expert,” said Jean, “I still don’t get why you don’t try show it on some of the playmates here.”

“As tempting as that is, Jean, I fear my refinement around women is a bit too lacking for this crowd,” sighed Hank.

“Oh don’t be so negative, luv,” scoffed Betsy, “I’m sure there’s a woman out there who would look at you and find that ape body of yours so…”

But before Betsy could finish, she was cut off by a new presence. And when Hank turned to greet it, his jaw hit the floor.

“Sorry I’m late, everybody,” said Emma, arriving in revealing white dress.

“Damn Emma! Are you trying to give every man here a heart attack?” exclaimed Jean.

“As if you’re dress sense is any more modest,” joked Jean, “Besides, the men don’t seem to mind.”

Scott and Warren couldn’t help but blush. Emma Frost in a revealing dress was difficult for any man to ignore. It earned them scolds from their girlfriends, but it was just part of being of the male breed.

Such reactions amused Emma as they always did. But aside from the looks she got, her attention drew to the ape-like man with blue fur standing besides Scott and Jean. His broad, gorilla-like limbs made him stand out from the other men. And Emma Frost was never one to steer from uniqueness.

“I don’t believe we’ve met,” she said with a sexy, centerfold worthy smile, “I’m Emma Frost.

“Uh…Hank,” he said, “It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms Frost.”

Doing the gentlemanly thing, Hank took her hand and kissed it. Even for a girl born into an upper class family, such a gesture made her blush. Her intrigue was heightened, her glace now fixated on this anomalous man. Scott and Jean exchanged amused grins, knowing those looks all too well.

“Glad you could make it, Emma. You’re just in time for a mood shift and it just so happens to be your favorite,” said Scott.

“Indeed,” she said, taking in the sexy beats, “And me without a partner.”

“Oh don’t be dense,” teased Jean, “I’m sure Hank would be gentlemanly enough to dance with you. Wouldn’t you, Hank?”

Flashing Hank a suggestive smile, Jean made her intentions clear. Looking at the beautiful woman before him, Hank looked out of place. This woman could have anybody she wanted. It was hard to imagine her settling on him. But the smile on her face hinted she was dead serious.

“Well…if Miss Frost here so desired, then I’d be honored,” he said, trying to maintain his poise.

“Oh, such a gentlemen,” said Emma, running her hand down Hank’s furry face, “Yet such an animal too. I like that. I find it so…”

“Sexy?” offered Betsy, earning a laugh from the others.

But Emma didn’t falter. She kept her attention solely on Hank, not letting petty jokes stand between her and an enticing man.

“Sure, I’ll go with that,” smiled Emma, “Now shall we?”

“Uh…certainly.”

Smiling at his shift in luck, Hank escorted the beautiful blonde onto the dance floor. Scott and Jean followed suit and Betsy and Warren weren’t far behind. Each couple enlaced one another in their arms, holding each other close as they grooved to the sexy music. And as they danced, they flashed Hank and Emma encouraging looks. It had been a year full of surprises, so why not one more?

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The party continued on through the night full of music, dancing, and romance. Couples got intimate while friends shared drinks and laughter. Even new hookups like Hank and Emma got close, sharing a long conversation over a bottle of wine that spanned two hours. Professor Xavier himself partook, enjoying the company of the beautiful Lilandra.

For Hugh Hefner, it was a proud moment. He had achieved something truly special in meeting these remarkable people. Mutants may have been a difficult matter, but in getting to know these special souls he was assured there was plenty of hope for them and humanity as a whole.

Finally, as midnight drew near, everybody gathered for the final countdown. Leading the festivities was Xavier and Hefner, ready close out the old year once and for all. Holding his wine glass high, Hefner drew the attention as the X-men, the Brotherhood, and dozens of Playboy playmates stood ready for the new year.

“On behalf of Playboy and everybody involved in this groundbreaking year, I’d like to extend a toast to the accomplishments we’ve enjoyed over the past year. Together with Professor Xavier, we have achieved so much. The world is a different place because of what we did. And with a new year upon us, I extend my gratitude and my hope to the X-men, the Brotherhood, and humanity as a whole.”

“Here here!” said everybody, holding their glasses high.

Taking over, Xavier gook the microphone from Hefner and shaking his hand graciously.

“Thank you Mr. Hefner. I deeply appreciate everything you’ve done. I think this year has taught us all a lot. We’ve learned to see ourselves and each other in new ways. It is easy to forget that there is so much more to the world than what is on the surface. As mutants, we understand that better than most. Showing humanity who we are beneath our powers isn’t easy. There’s a lot to show. But in the end, I guess we’re all naked to some extent.”

A round of laughter echoed through the halls as everybody clapped to Professor Charles Xavier and Hugh Hefner for all they had done. And as midnight approached, the two men took center stage as they stood on the threshold of a new beginning.

“Now, before the new year dawns,” said Hefner, holding up a golden plaque, “It’s time to announce the official Playboy playmate of the year. And both Professor Xavier and I feel this woman truly deserves the title. Not only is she a gift to the eyes, but she’s the one who started it all. So let’s give a big Playboy hand to our playmate of the year, Jean Grey-Summers!”

The spotlight shined on a shocked and amazed Jean Grey, receiving a huge congratulatory hug from her husband and friends. And as she stepped up on stage with Scott by her side, she took the plaque and held it high. Having been the one who started this remarkable journey, Jean had a lot to be proud of. And everybody showed their support, thankful for how far they had all come.

“Thank you everybody,” said Jean, “This is a great honor. Now let’s have fun and welcome the new year!”

And through the countdown, the X-men and the Playboy family cheered at the arrival of a new beginning. Couples hugged and friends cheered. It was a match for the ages, the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters and Playboy. And they both had a bright future to look forward.

THE END

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AN: That’s it! So what did you all think? Did you like it? I know it was mostly smut, but was it still enjoyable? Send me your reviews via email at slickboy444@aol.com or post them on the adultfanfiction website. Thanks for reading everybody! Slickboy out.

We’re all naked inside our fears.