Ease Me

Chapter 2: Taunting Moves

The four settled down at a nice black table with four stools and quickly ordered their drinks.
"So, Jean how were you able to get away from Scott, to night?" Anita asked as she shifted into the tall stool.
Jean took a long sip from her drink and swallowed.
"He probably had to work another late night." Betrisha answered Anita's question.
"He did," Jean muttered sadly.
Everyone knew that for the last couple of weeks Scott Summers, Jean's husband, was working pretty late. He was working on something top secret and Jean didn't have to many details about it either. At least that's what she told Anita and Betrisha, but she did know quiet a bite; even knew that Ororo was working on it with him, in her spare time.
The case was pretty complex. There was a sudden rise in human mutant disappearances. The strange thing about it was that they were mostly young females. The problem was that none of the missing had much in common. They all came of different ethnics, different locations of the United States, and even different as far as mutant talents. Until Scott could find out what it was that had them all connected he was stuck. Stuck as far as what to do next.
" You sure he's not cheating on you, too?" Anita asked rather sincerely.
"Can we not talk about this right now..." Ororo darted her eyes at Anita angrily.
"Sorry! I can be concerned, can't I?" Anita fired back.
" Let's just dance. We came here to have fun. Besides I didn't get my hair and nails done for nothing! I'm gonna get me a man to night." Betrisha got down from her stool and started for the stairs.
"I thought you were talking with a man." Jean grinned as she took a slurp from her margarita.
"What man?" Betrisha frowned, totally lost.
"What's his name? Frank something."
"You said you had met him at the park."
"OH! Yeah! Him." Betrisha rose her eyelids, her memory coming back to her and then she quickly frowned.
"What ever happened to that one?" Ororo chimed in showing her interest.
" His name was Frank. He never gave me his last name. Ain't nothing going on with him, either. I gave that man my number too."
"What happened, then?" Jean asked irritated. She didn't understand why Betrisha couldn't just answer the question with some details.
Betrisha sighed," Well, we did met at the park. I was of course going back to work from my lunch break to make my mo's. "
"Oh shut-up with that Betrisha! Not every body cares about you and your mo... money" Anita frowned.
The women cracked up briefly and then fell back in silence waiting on Betrisha to finish her story.
"Anywayz, back to Frank."
"Is he even cute?" Ororo blurted out.
"Damn! I want her to tell me the story!" Anita squeezed in her face.
"Well I wanna know what he fuckin' looks like," Ororo frowned back and stuck out her tongue.
"Children, children please!" Jean pretended to act like mother.
"Tell 'em Jay," Betrisha retorted as she placed her hands on her wide hips," Back to my story. He was so fine! Ororo, girl he was juicy."
"How can a man be juicy?" Ororo lifted her eyebrows to Betrisha's description of Frank.
"Girl when you get some you'll know what a juicy man is." Jean commented which won her high fives from Anita and Betrisha.
"Humph!" Ororo rolled her eyes.
" He has jet black hair and these eyes. They actually looked pretty scary now that I remember, but they were blue. The coldest blue I've ever seen. He had a nice body too, tall, heavy set, muscular shoulders. Anyway, like I said I was going back to work when I saw him. I caught his eyes, but he didn't continue to look at me when I looked back. I thought it was because he was scared to approach me, so I walked over to him. I had on my black suit and my four inch black pumps, so you know I thought I was the stuff." Betrisha paused as the event flashed back into her head," I introduced myself and stuck out my hand to him. He grabbed my hand and then he told me his name was Frank, but he never gave me a last name. He must like being mysterious, because that's exactly what he was. A complete mystery. I gave him my number and asked for his and he told me that he didn't have a number to be reached, but he did take mines."
Betrisha then started to walk back down stairs.
"Well....!" Ororo and Anita asked at the same time.
"He hasn't called me and I gave him my number almost two weeks ago."
"Dang, sounds like he wasn't interested." Ororo replied as she too got up and started for down stairs.
"Exactly. You probably interrupted him from doing whatever it was he was doing. He probably was looking at how goofy you be walking. Like you bow legged!" Anita cackled loudly.
"Shut-up! Like you're ass has a man!"
"I don't want a man, there are to many ding-ol-lings around for me to lick for me to settle for just one." Anita snickered naughtily.
"You are so nasty!" Jean rolled her eyes and shook her head disapprovingly.
"So what! Just cause you married the man that you first slept wit don't mean everybody else should too....and Ororo you can just keep the rest of your comments to yourself." Anita eyed both women disdainfully.
"Betrisha he might just call you this weekend." Ororo tried to lighten the mood by changing the subject back to Betrisha and her mystery man.
" I doubt it, and don't really care. He hasn't called me yet so I'm free and I'm about to enjoy that freedom. Look about you and take some lessons, cause guess what."
"What?" Ororo asked.
"You are free too." Jean finished for Betrisha.
Ororo smiled, but it was a fake one. She actually was missing Shawn. She had been with him for so long it was hard for her to just delete those feelings from her heart. Her eyes began to sting. She was fighting not to burst into tears. Despite the fact that she knew he had humiliated her she actually was contemplating forgiving him. She believed she loved him.

Logan tried his best to act un affected by the woman that had captured his eyes, but the more nonchalant he tried to be the more obvious he was at displaying his interest. Instead of taking his drink and looking at nothing but the bar, he continued to swing his head around and scan for her, to find out what table she was sitting in. He watched her as she was now descending the stairs and he felt his heart pounding with excitement. Her legs went on forever and they were prefect. He knew she had to be at least 5'7. He was only 5'5 himself, but frankly he wasn't bothered by her height at the time. He noticed throughout her conversation upstairs she seemed out of place with her rambunctious looking friends. They weren't ugly, they just didn't seem like the type of people she was supposed to be hanging out with.The red head he knew, but he hadn't seen her in some time; years. A bitter taste washed inside his mouth as he remembered their acquaintance, but as he continued to focus on the cinnamon colored woman with her mystical white hair flowing down her back the negative thoughts on the other woman faded away. He did however pay close attention to how the two walked side by side and even held hands. They were pretty close he concluded, closer then the other two females.

"Humph," was all he said as he again tried to tell himself that she was not that big of a deal, that she was just some broad. A sexy exotic broad.

The D. J. continued his jams and now Amber's Sexual blasted in. Many people on the dance floor began to move. The ladies were grinding their hips against whom ever was behind them and Ororo and her girlfriends weren't exempt. Ororo didn't even wait to find a guy she just moved into the crowd and began moving her body. First from side to side and then as she bent her knees slightly she stuck out her ass and moved with the beat of the music, singing along as the chorus came.

Don't make this one dimensional
The way I feel is sexual
The way I feel is sexual
It can't just be intellectual
The way I feel is sexual
The way I feel is sexual
When you're next to me

"How often ya get ta feelin'...sexual?"
Ororo didn't even turn around to the gruff voice she heard just inches away from her ear. She backed farther against the person who had spoken to her, feeling the warmth from his body immediately. It just had to be a man.
"Only when I can let loss." Ororo finally answered him as she reached behind her, searching for his thigh.
Logan grinned as her finger nails face up the sides of jeans. He also took the chance to take a quick look down at her rounded bottom. He enjoyed the way her too tiny skirt swayed ever so tauntingly.
" Maybe you should get loss more often then." Logan muttered as he pleased his hands on her tiny hips and turned her around to look at him. Their noses touched and they peered into each others eyes, devilish grins placed on their lips.
"Nice gray's." Ororo whispered to him as she pushed her pelvis forward causing it to nudge his mid-section ever so teasingly.
A low groan slipped through Logan's lips as the spark of her actions scent a tingle to his groin. He reached for her continuously moving hips and he watched her body as she danced within the holds of his hands.
"You're not going to dance with me?" Ororo asked as she slowly swung her head back and let it roll to the other side exposing her long neck. Logan eyed her eyes intensely while he brought one hand up to rube at her neck and chin.
"I'm having fun watchin' you. I don't dance, just ain't me. Not like this." Logan grumbled as he brought his massive chest even closer to Ororo's.
"What do you mean 'not like this'?" Ororo smirked, flashing him her beautiful white teeth.
Logan suddenly swung her around causing her body to back against his front frame.
"I dance in the bedroom." Logan said clearly telling Ororo his complete thoughts.
"I'm not that easy."
"Ne'er said ya were." Logan chuckled into her ear. He opened his mouth just enough to stick out his moist tongue. The heated wetness contacting on Ororo's ear lobe scent her body to chills, but so did Logan's roaming hands along her bare thighs.
" I don't even know your name." Ororo panted as she chided herself for the sudden wetness she was feeling dripping from between her legs.
"Logan..." The man muttered to her.
Ororo was surprised he hadn't asked for her name in return and after a few more seconds of him delivering his erotic tactics to her on the dance floor Ororo became annoyed with that.

Logan felt her body heat up, smelt her juices processing and escaping her womb. He wasn't surprised. He didn't know a women that didn't have that arousal smell on them at least once within his presence. He was however thrown back by her sudden stiffness. Usually when he acted interested they went along with their urges.
"What's the problem?" He asked her as he brought his hands back to her now still hips.
"You're getting the wrong idea about me. I'm not like that. I don't just sleep with you cause you know how to tease." Ororo said nastily.
"What are ya' talkin' about." Logan moved her body toward the side just enough to peer back into her eyes. For some reason he felt he needed to look at her face when she was talking to him.
"You not asking me my name, yet telling me your talents in bed clearly indicates what you want. I'm not a hoe. I don't sleep around, so if you're looking for a quickie..."
"A quickie?!?" Logan couldn't help but show how that hit his ego.
Ororo rolled her eyes at him and tried to walk off, but Logan didn't release her.
" Listen, you're getting upset for no reason. I'm havin' fun, that's all. I thought you were too." Logan lied. He was indeed after one thing, but she was holding out on him. He was willing to play whatever game she was playing, at least for a little while longer.
"I'm not...."
"What's yer' name, Darlin'?" Logan grinned at her as his left hand suddenly crept past her hip and landed on her ass cheek. He gave it a good squeeze and licked his lips without shame while still looking into her eyes.
Ororo knew if it had been any other man she would've slapped him clear across his face. She realized she'd already done it once today and she didn't care if she had to do it again, but the man in front of her, rather yet behind didn't need to be slapped because despite the fact that she wanted to take his comment as rudeness she took it as a compliment that she was totally turning him on. She also had to admit that the way Darlin' dripped from his rather nicely sized lips was enough to let another drop of her essence wet her thinly designed panties.
"Ororo," She introduced herself with a grin.


Song title lyrics: "Sexual" sung by AMBER