The Jailbait Is Not A Job Benefit
Getting Thrown A Curve.....Or Two
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“Mystique, huh?”
Logan repeated.
“Yes, it means
an aura of mystery or mystical power,” Mystique replied.
“So what other
‘powers’ do you have, besides being able to make a man come ‘till he screams?”
Mystique morphed
into a petite brunette with large chocolate brown eyes, as Logan’s hazel eyes
widened. She was absolutely breathtaking. Logan heard his own heartbeat pound
in his ears as his jeans tightened.
“Interestin’
mutation, darlin’,” he responded, appreciating the sight of the tantalizing
image before him.
Sauntering up to
him, still in the form of the stunning brunette, Mystique wrapped herself
around him.
“With me, you
could be with someone different every night and never be bored,” she said
seductively, as she caressed his cheek.
“You didn’t seduce
me just to offer yourself as my concubine, so what do ya really want,
Mystique?” he asked.
Unwrapping
herself, she stepped back and smiled cunningly.
“I have a
proposition from my employer. He’d like
to offer you a position with our organization.”
“So who’s your
employer and what does this ‘organization’ do exactly?” Logan asked, just a
little intrigued.
“We protect the
welfare of others like us,” Mystique replied.
“Kinda like
thos-goo-gooders the X-Men? Sorry, babe, not interested.”
“Oh, not like
the X-Men – no, not at all. They’re hopeless dreamers. Envisioning a utopia in
which mutants and humans can co-exist peacefully. What a crock.
the situation.”
“What? Bite them
first, before they bite you?”
“Something like
that,” she answered and then continued, “Anyway, he could use a man of your
considerable ‘talents’ and he’ll pay you ten times what you earn kicking the
crap out of drunken rednecks.”
“You’re being a
little vague here, darlin’. You care to explain a bit more, so I know exactly
what I’m gettin’ into.”
“Erik can
explain it better than I can. But I can tell you that aligning yourself with
Erik has many advantages.”
“So what are
you? A job benefit?”
Morphing back
into the form of the blonde, Mystique stepped closer to Logan.
“I could be,”
she said, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and gazed up into his face.
“Okay. I’ll meet
with your boss, but no promises. If the deal looks too wacky, I’m outta there,”
Logan informed her.
“You’re under no
obligation,” Mystique assured him.
“Great, but
before we leave, there’s one more thing I wanna do,” Logan said.
“Oh. What would
that be?” Mystique asked, puzzled.
“This,” Logan
replied, as he picked her up, tossed her on the bed and climbed onto her.
A few hours
later Logan found himself face to face with the great Erik Lehnsherr also known
as Magneto. The man looked harmless enough, Logan thought, until he flung
Logan’s metal-laced body across the room effortlessly in a demonstration of his
gift. Not so harmless after all, Logan realized. Logan was also introduced to a short man with green-tinged skin
aptly named Toad and a large behemoth of a man named Sabretooth, who looked
liked his parents had been a football player and a lioness.
much damage, but Sabretooth seemed able to disembowel an elephant without
breaking a sweat.
“This your
army?” Logan chortled.
“I’m always
looking to recruit new ‘talent’, but for now the four of us constitute the
Brotherhood. And of course, Mystique’s daughter is in training,” Erik
announced.
Mystique had a
daughter? Logan wondered if she’d
inherited her mother’s shape shifting abilities and was intrigued by the
possibilities.
“Ah, and here
she is now. Wolverine, meet Rogue,”
Erik said, indicating behind Logan.
Logan turned to
greet the most stunningly beautiful vision he’d ever seen in the entire fifteen
years his memory went back. It was the
petite brunette that Mystique had temporarily morphed into back at the
motel. As when Mystique had
impersonated her, Logan felt his breath hitch, his heart beat faster and his
groin tighten.
“Nice ta meet
ya, Mr. Wolverine,” she drawled, in the sexiest voice he’d ever heard.
“Rogue, my dear,
why don’t you show Wolverine to one of the guest rooms,” Erik suggested, noting
Wolverine’s reaction to the young girl.
“Certainly,
Uncle Erik. This way Mr. Wolverine,” she beckoned, and then turned to walk out
of the room.
Logan followed,
watching the gentle sway of her hips as she sashayed ahead him.
“Uncle Erik?” He
questioned as they walked toward the bedroom wing of the complex.
“Well, he’s not
really mah uncle. Ah’ve just been around him practically mah whole life, so ah
call him uncle,” Rogue answered.
“What about the
rest of his band of merry men? Are they all your uncles, too?”
“Well, Victor,
that’s Sabretooth, thinks he’s mah daddy. But ah think momma just told him that
so he’d keep his grubby little paws off me.”
“He doesn’t seem
like the type that would let a little immoral thing like incest stop him,”
Logan noted.
“Well, so far
it’s worked and ah’m not complaining. Beside mah mutation keeps him in check,”
Rogue chuckled.
“And what
exactly is your mutation?” Logan asked, apparently it wasn’t shape shifting
like her mother’s.
“It’s mah skin.
If anyone comes into contact with me, it can be fatal. Uncle Erik’s teaching me
ta control it, but ah still have accidents.”
Logan’s mind
suddenly twisted around all the possible ways to overcome that particular
obstacle. He’d always been known as a creative man, after all.
Just then Rogue
noticed the dog tags hanging around Logan’s neck.
“Were ya in the
army?” she said indicating the tags, “Doesn’t that mean ya were in the army?”
Logan slips the
tags under his flannel shirt.
“So what kinda
name is Rogue?” Logan asked, changing the subject.
“Ah don’t know.
What kinda name is Wolverine?” she sassed back.
“Logan. My
name’s Logan.”
“Marie.”
They reached the
bedroom wing and Marie showed Logan into a large, elegantly appointed suite.
“So where’s your
room?” Logan asked.
“Just down the
hall – across from my momma’s.”
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Just then
Mystique walked into the room, interrupting any further conversation.
and the handsome stranger alone.
“I suppose
you’re gonna tell me to stay away from your daughter?”
“The jailbait is
not a job benefit,” Mystique responded tightly.
“But you still
are, right?” Logan said, as he closed the gap between them.
Mystique began
unbuttoning her blouse. “Of course,” she said, wickedly.
Staying for a
few days wouldn’t kill him Logan thought as he reached for Mystique.
At dinner that
evening as Mystique played footsy with Logan under the marble table, his
attention was riveted on the little brunette seated across from him.
her mouth, past pouty little lips that he wondered what would feel like wrapped
around his cock. Noticing him gazing at
her, Marie blushed pink, which delighted Logan even more.
a milk moustache, Logan had to restrain himself from leaping across the table
to lick it off. During dessert, when
Mystique ran her hand over Logan’s crotch, she probably assumed she’d caused
his hard-on.
In his
lust-crazed haze, it was difficult for Logan to concentrate on Erik’s tale of
his treatment at the hands of the Nazis.
Trying to appear sympathetic was next to impossible with his dick being
caressed by the mother, while the daughter flashed him a cheeky little smile.
After dinner,
Mystique, Toad, Sabretooth were in a meeting with Erik, that didn’t include
Logan. So left to his own devices, he began to explore the complex. Logan found
Marie in the living room, sitting on the couch, wrapped in a fleece blanket,
wearing a pair of pink flannel pajamas with kittens on them and watching, of
all things, the Disney channel.
“What are
watchin’?” Logan inquired, as he sunk down onto the couch next to her.
“Some lame movie
about these cousins trying ta save their ranch,” Marie replied with a harrumph.
sin personified in those sweet little pajamas? >>
“Does this thing
pick up anythin’ that isn’t “G” rated?” Logan asked hopefully.
“Ah know what
ya’ll would like,” Marie informed him, punching a couple of numbers into the
remote.
The channel
flipped from kids astride horses, to a naked bleached-blonde with a bad boob
job, astride a naked brunette guy, who looked remarkably bored.
forth, emitting fake sounding moaning noises, as the man fondled her breasts
rather dispassionately.
“MARIE!” Logan
growled.
asked. Ah didn’t think ya meant ya preferred ta watch a cooking show or the
Home Shopping Network,” she responded mischievously.
The blonde on
the screen continued rocking, and moments later acted out the worst orgasm
Logan had ever witnessed.
“She’s faking,”
Marie announced.
“MARIE!” Logan
shouted for the second time in the space of a few minutes.
“Well, come on.
Even Meg Ryan faked a better one in ‘When Harry Met Sally’ and that was pretty
lame in mah opinion.”
“Do you even
know what a real orgasm would look like?” Logan asked.
“Well, ah’ve
never had the opportunity ta actually see one,” she informed him. Then as she
scooted closer to him, she added, “The
gym does have a mirrored wall – care ta show me?”
Logan’s jaw fell
to the ground and Marie just giggled.
“Ah’m just
kidding, Logan. Don’t look so panic stricken.” And with that, she bounced out of the room, leaving Logan
sitting there with a raging hard-on and wanting to jump up, chase after her and
offer to put the gym’s mirror to good use.