Playboy X

Playboy X
Chapter 2: Centerfold

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The next day was fairly routine at the Xavier Institute. That is, as routine as a school full of mutants could get. There were classes for some, Danger Room sessions for others, and numerous training programs. All in all, it was a regular busy day.

Around midday, Scott and Jean were eating lunch in the dining room. There was a pool party going on outside and a Halo tournament in the living room, so naturally they sought some peace and quiet. Jean had with her some medical charts to go over from Hank and Scott had a team activity scheduled. Break or no break, there was no rest for the X-men.

“So how much longer is Hank going to keep you cooped up in the lab?” asked Scott as he finished his sandwich.

“As long as it takes,” she sighed, “I swear that man needs a girlfriend. Spending all this time working can’t be good for him.”

“To each his own, I guess,” said Scott, “But a girlfriend would be nice for him. It’s just a matter of finding one who is attracted to big muscular ape men.”

“Oh I’m sure there’s a woman out there who’s into that,” said Jean with a slight laugh, “Too bad we can’t get out much with everything that goes on around here.”

“Tell me about it,” he said, taking his wife’s hand, “I swear, we need a vacation. We haven’t had once since our honeymoon.”

“Yeah, that was nice,” she said, smiling at the memory, “Come to think of it, that was probably the most relaxed I’ve ever been. Around here it’s just so hard to find times to just kick back and let it all go.”

“I’ll say,” agreed Scott, “But we hang in there.”

“That we do,” she said, giving him an affectionate kiss, “And I guess if we can’t get our share of peace and quiet around here, we’ll just have to squeeze in more alone time when we get the chance.”

“Does that mean more quick romps in the lab or the locker rooms?” said Scott with a husky grin.

“Perhaps,” she purred, running a hand down his face, “I certainly wouldn’t mind. Would you?”

“Not for a moment.”

The young couple kissed again, this time with more passion. They could have easily stripped each other right there and done it over the dining room table, but they still had a long day ahead of them. However, they would surely make it up later.

Suddenly, the sound of a familiar ‘bamf’ appeared beside them and started them out of their lip lock. It was Kurt Wagner, the institute’s blue skinned teleporter. And when he saw them kissing, he couldn’t help but snicker.

“Easy you two. Ve eat on zhis table, you know,” he told them.

“Thanks for the reminder, Kurt,” said Scott, wishing he hadn’t interrupted.

“Just doing vhat I can to help,” he shrugged, “Speaking of vhich, you have a phone call Jean.”

“Oh, thanks Kurt,” said Jean as Kurt handed her the phone, “Who is it?”

“Beats me,” he shrugged, “He just asked to talk to you.”

Not thinking much more of it, Kurt teleported out of the room and left Jean to take the call. He just hoped when she was done, she and Scott wouldn’t ‘christen’ another room. Lord knows how many they had already.

Shrugging indifferently to the origin of the call, Jean spoke into the phone.

“This is Jean Grey-Summers,” she said, “Who may I ask is calling?”

Scott was about to gather up their plates and make his leave, when suddenly he sensed a wave of shock coming from his wife.

“Huh? Yeah right! Really, who is this?” said Jean, laughing in disbelief.

However, that look quickly faded as Jean’s eyes widened. Scott grew more curious, suspecting that something was wrong. It took a great deal to shock them, given the kinds of things they had dealt with over the years as X-men. So it had to be big.

“Jean? Jean, what is it?” said Scott anxiously.

The look on her face didn’t face as she set the phone aside and turned to her husband with a mix of shock and excitement.

“Scott…you’re not going to believe this.”

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Later that week, Scott and Jean took an unexpected leave of absence. They wouldn’t give details, they just said they had some ‘business’ to attend to and would be gone all day Saturday. Nobody suspected much. Besides, it wasn’t uncommon for them to just pick up and leave for a day to spend alone together. Others often joked how it was their way of catching up on all the sex they could have had.

While they did actually do that in the past, that was not the case this time. All week, Scott and Jean Grey-Summers had been reeling from shock over a fateful phone call from someone they never expected to hear from. But at the same time, they were very excited. After all, how many times did an opportunity like this come up?

“Man, I can’t believe he wants to meet us of all people,” mused Scott as they drove through spacious highways of upstate New York, “I mean us, a couple of mutants who a lot of people want to see publicly hung.”

“I know. It’s all so sudden,” said Jean, sitting beside her husband in his beloved red convertible, “But he seemed really eager to meet us.”

“Yeah, I wonder why,” he pondered.

“Guess we’ll have to see for ourselves.”

The anticipation grew as Scott exited the highway and turned into a secluded back road. Soon, they began seeing big, elaborate mansions lining the area. According to the map, this was a very wealthy area where only the very rich could afford to live. But given who they were dealing with, it was hardly a surprise that he would have residence here.

As the young couple admired the elaborate homes, they finally came upon the biggest of them all. And when they pulled up to the gate, they couldn’t help but gaze in awe.

“Wow,” said Jean, her eyes wide with amazement.

“The Playboy Mansion,” said Scott, “It’s even bigger than I thought.”

It was an intimidating sight. Hell, it looked bigger than the Xavier Institute. And this is where they had been called to.

“Well, guess we shouldn’t keep him waiting,” said Scott, collecting his thoughts as he drove around to the front.

Pulling up to a large, secure gate with the symbolic Playboy Bunny symbol, Jean pushed the button on the speaker. The next few moments were tense as they waited for a response, but thankfully they didn’t have to wait long.

“Yes?” said a sultry female voice.

“Uh…it’s Jean Grey and Scott Summers,” said Jean, “We’re here to see Mr. Hefner. He wanted to meet with us.”

“Certainly,” replied the voice kindly, “Come on in. He’s expecting you.”

The gate then opened, allowing them to drive into the vast estate. Scott drove slowly so they could take in the sights. Everything was perfectly kempt from the trees to the lawn and even the pavement. There were also numerous statues, mostly of sexy women, dotting the area. There was also a fountain just in front of the front door. And there at the entrance, three beautiful blonde triplets in sexy Playboy attire were waiting for them.

“Hi. Welcome to Playboy Mansion, New York,” said one of the girls as she sensually leaned over the side, showing off some impressive cleavage, “Nice car you’ve got here.”

“Uh…thanks,” said Scott, unable to keep himself from staring.

Jean mentally scorned her husband for drooling, but it was hard when three sexy triplets were leaning over his car wearing such provocative attire.

“Follow me,” said the girl on the left, “My sisters will take good care of your car. Hef’s in his office. He’s really excited to meet you two.”

“Yes, well the feeling is mutual,” said Scott as he handed the two other girls his keys, watching as they flashed him one last sexy look.

“But why us?” asked Jean, “And why so sudden?”

“Sorry, but that’s for Hef to explain and Hef alone,” she answered.

Following the voluptuous blonde into the vast mansion, Scott and Jean were quickly taken by the surrounding grandeur. Everything was so rich and opulent. There were expensive paintings on the wall, photos of famous celebrities, and sexy women of all kinds lofting about.

Along the way, the noticed the dress code was pretty scant around here. They passed a couple of brunettes who were in lingerie, a sexy Asian woman in a bikini, and an even a few full nudes outside sunbathing. This was definitely the fantasy world of Playboy and this whole mansion seemed to reflect that in vivid detail.

“Man, what a place,” said Scott, amazed at this sensual environment, “Hell of a dress code. The guys back at the mansion are NEVER going to believe this.”

“I’ll say,” said Jean, watching as another sexy redheaded woman in a microthong and halter top passed by, “And I thought my Victoria’s Secret collection was revealing.”

“Oh trust me, hun,” said the sexy blonde as she led them up the stairs, “Here at Playboy, anything goes.”

Scott and Jean exchanged bewildered looks. This was a new experience, no doubt about it. And if what they had already seen was any clue, they were in for a wild ride.

“Here we are,” said their guide as they reached a large, chamber door at the end of the hall, “I’ll let Hugh take it from here. Good luck!”

After the girl left them, the young couple prepared to cross the point of no return. This had all been so sudden. Who would have thought a man like Hugh Hefner would call them, a couple of infamous mutants who most of society deemed to be a menace? If felt like a surreal dream. But since they weren’t waking up, they pressed onward.

“Well, here goes nothing,” said Scott as he and his wife entered.

Walking into Hugh’s ‘office,’ they discovered that it was actually his bedroom. And to say it was just a bedroom would have been the understatement of the century.

Looking around in awe, Scott and Jean entered a room that was bigger than some peoples’ houses. The bed was super king sized, the walls were brilliantly embroidered, there was a fireplace in the corner, a 70 inch plasma screen on the wall, and fancy accessories wherever they turned. It was like something straight from a fairy tale.

And standing by the fire was the main man himself, Hugh Hefner. He was wearing his trademark pajamas, which was embroidered with the familiar Playboy emblems. And as he turned to face his guests, a smile spread across his famous face.

“Welcome to my home, Mr. and Mrs. Summers,” said Hugh warmly as he approached them.

‘Wow, he looks good for an 80-year-old,’ commented Jean.

‘Must keep in shape if you know what I mean,’ replied Scott.

Hugh Hefner had never met a couple of mutants before, but already he liked what he saw. His eyes wandered around Jean’s picturesque figure. She looked even better in person than she did in the photos he saw. She had Playboy playmate written all over her.

“I must say, it’s an honor to meet you,” said the Playboy legend, extending his hand to greet them.

“Oh, the honor’s all here, sir,” said Scott, eagerly returning the gesture, “I can’t tell you how surprised we were when you called us.”

“Well I couldn’t contain myself,” he replied in good humor, “But beyond that, I called you here for a reason.”

“Yes, and we’ve been speculating why the whole drive,” said Jean, “I don’t mean any disrespect, but we’re practically public enemy number one on the news. Why would you want to associate with us of all people?”

Hugh Hefner maintained his confident poise. He didn’t have any experience in instances like this, but he didn’t get to where he was today by avoiding risk. And the benefits here were just too tempting to resist.

“I know this is all very sudden, but I’m sort of acting on an idea that’s been burning in my head all week. First off, let me ask you a few things. You’re both mutants, right?”

“Yes,” affirmed Scott, “Tried and true.”

“And you’re both active in the X-men, are you not?” he went on.

“Active and ready,” said Jean.

“And am I to understand that you two are also married?”

“Yes,” said Scott, showing him his wedding ring, “For just over a year now.”

“Ah, that’s good to hear. And how has it been maintaining a marriage while dealing with these issues surrounding mutants?”

“Challenging to say the least,” answered Jean with a sigh, “I work as a doctor and Scott works as a full time teacher. And since we’re the eldest at the Xavier Institute, we take on a lot of responsibilities.”

“Yeah, but our marriage helps us believe it or not,” added Scott, “Jean and I have known each other for years. We’ve been friends since we were twelve. And we’ve overcome a lot. But it’s made our love strong and we’ve supported each other along the way.”

“Really now?” said Hef, growing all the more intrigued, “Well love is a beautiful thing…especially true love. And I ask because I want to learn about you two beyond what the news offers. You see, I’ve learned over the years that most people don’t bother looking beyond the surface of something to see what’s really there. It’s how I’ve made Playboy so successful over the years.”

“Yes, I can see that,” said Scott, looking around his room for proof.

“Thank you,” said Hugh graciously, “And in the spirit of this creed, I’ve learned to look beyond what’s on the surface and see true beauty. And when I saw the two of you, I saw something special.”

“Special?” said Jean.

“Yes,” he went on, getting more excited, “I looked up every piece of information I could find. I even found a copy of your wedding photo that was published in the paper.”

The young couple smiled and blushed as he showed it to them, but Hef continued with great enthusiasm.

“You see, when the rest of the world looks at you, they only see your mutant side. And I’ll admit, that’s probably how I would have seen you too if I had the perceptions of Joe Q Public. But thankfully, I don’t.”

“So then what do you see?” asked Jean.

Hef responded by approaching the beautiful woman and cupping her face with his gentle hands.

“I see a true wonder,” he said, causing Jean to blush, “You two are miracles of nature. I mean look at you! You can do things no human could ever dream of doing! I know that doesn’t stop people form discriminating, but that’s human nature. They fear what they don’t understand. And me? I believe I understand. Of all people, I should know how perceptions shape everything.”

Scott and Jean were moved by his words. Who would have thought the master of Playboy would be the one to understand the message they were trying to send before the rest of the world? It was strange in many ways, but there was still more.

“I’ll get right to the point,” he said, walking over to his bed and picking up a blank layout for his magazine, “I believe you two have true beauty. You’re both very attractive. Jean, you have the body of an angel. Scott, you have the body of an Olympian. Together, you two have a lot to offer and if put in the right form, I believe the rest of the world will see that beauty as well.”

“Wait…” said Jean as she pieced it together, “Are you saying what I think you’re saying Mr. Hefner?”

Hugh couldn’t help but smile as a look of shock fell on Jean’s face.

“You my read my mind if you doubt me,” he said confidently, “But yes, I’m asking if you two would like to model for me. That would mean Jean taking center stage for Playboy and Scott posing for Playgirl. Now I won’t lie to you, it will involve being fully nude in front of a camera. But you’ll show the world that mutants can be beautiful.”

Scott and Jean exchanged bewildered looks. Never in a million years did they think they would be asked to pose for Playboy. They were X-men. But the thought of showing the world a new side to mutants did have it’s appeal. Plus, it could be fun.

“This is your decision,” said Hugh, keeping it serious, “As long as you’re of legal age, you can enjoy full benefits to the Playboy family. That means I’ll pay you for your services and you’ll have full access to Playboy resources including free gifts, contacts, and free attendance at any Playboy event. It’ll open a whole new world for you to explore. But if you’re uncomfortable with this, then I understand completely.”

It was quite an offer. If the opulence of the mansion wasn’t enough, the access this man was offering was unparalleled. But the idea of becoming sex symbols was a tricky subject to tackle. Sure, they were very open and comfortable with their sexuality, but was this something they could do?

‘What do you think, hun?’ asked Scott, ‘That’s quite an offer.’

‘I know,’ replied Jean through their link, ‘But from what I can sense, he’s being completely truthful. He really does see beauty in us.’

‘And he wants to show it in the form of us posing nude,’ summarized Scott, ‘Think we could do that?’

The young couple thought about it for a moment. On one hand, it would expose them in a way they had never been exposed before. But on the other, it could open up a new world to them. Sex had helped them open up to each other and others. So why not take it a step further?

‘I don’t know,’ said Jean, ‘How would you feel knowing your wife is a Playboy playmate who men fantasize about having sex with?’

‘Jean, half the boys at the mansion do that already,’ reminded Scott.

‘Right, but we know them. I’m talking about total strangers picking up magazines and looking at pictures of us naked. Could we really handle that?’

‘Well I don’t know,’ replied Scott, ‘To tell you the truth, I wouldn’t mind having a wife who was a Playboy playmate. It would just make me feel lucky to have such a beautiful woman to spend my life with.’

Jean smiled coyly at that response.

‘So you don’t have a problem with other men seeing me naked?’

‘Not as long as you don’t have a problem with other women seeing me naked,’ he answered, ‘I mean, it’s not like you don’t have a lot to show off. You’re hotter than most of the women here.’

‘Just most?’ she quipped.

‘Okay all,’ sighed Scott, ‘And you know that just because other people are attracted to us, it doesn’t change how much I love you. Nothing could ever change that.’

‘I know, Scott. I love you too,’ she sent him.

Another brief silence came over them. They looked at Hugh and then back at each other. This was an opportunity of a lifetime. If they did this, they wouldn’t just be Scott and Jean, mutant freaks. They would be Scott and Jean, Playboy hotties.

With that in mind, their decision was clear.

‘So you think we should do this?’ asked Scott with a grin.

‘Definitely!’ replied Jean, ‘And besides, if we do this than nobody back at the mansion can ever tease us for being stiff again.’

‘My thoughts exactly.’

With their path decided, they turned back to Hugh Hefner.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, worried that this silence was a bad sign.

“Oh no, nothing’s wrong,” assured Jean, “We were just discussing it through our psychic link.”

“Psychic link?” said Hef with an intrigued tone, “That’s amazing!”

“You don’t know the half of it,” said Jean with a smile, “And after giving it a little thought, Scott and I accept your offer.”

“Excellent! Glad to hear it!” said Hef, full of excitement, “Then let me be the first to welcome you to the Playboy family.”

“Thank you, sir,” said Scott as he and Jean shook hands with the Playboy legend, “So when do we start?”

Hef just smiled as he looked at his new models. He knew he had something here…something big. He wasn’t sure where this would go, but he looked forward to seeing it through. After all, part of the Playboy spirit was living in the moment.

“I was thinking maybe…right now.”

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After signing the necessary paperwork, Hugh led Scott and Jean down to his basement studio. He enjoyed doing these things in the comfort of his home and it helped keep things streamlined in making his legendary magazine. And since these two were new to the game, he would need all the help he could get.

Thankfully, some of his best photographers were already there ready to shoot. He spent the week setting this up, hoping to have everything ready by the time Scott and Jean were on board. And with the help of his Playboy playmates, these two were destined for greatness.

In one of the changing rooms, Jean was completely naked as she worked with Veronica, one of Hugh’s star playmates, in getting ready for her shoot. Normally, these things took a lot of planning. But when Hugh got a big idea, they pulled out all the stops.

“How about this one?” asked Veronica as she showed Jean some sexy see-through white lingerie.

Holding it up to her naked body, Jean was very tense. She never expected that she’d be posing for Playboy. If so, she would have worn something different. But thankfully, there was no shortage of attire here. It was just hard finding that perfect ensemble for her first shoot.

“I don’t know,” said Jean critically, “I don’t like white. It doesn’t go with my hair.”

“Then we’ll just get you a red one to match!” said the busty blonde, “Ooh! And how about an official Playboy super bra to make those breasts of yours melt the camera?”

“Well if you have it in a darker shade, then sure,” said Jean, laughing at this woman’s excitement.

“I most certainly do,” she replied, tossing her a red version of the revealing lingerie she tried earlier, “Just let me find your size. You simply MUST tell me who does your boobs!”

“Oh uh…” stammered Jean with a blush, “Actually, these are completely real.”

“You’re kidding me,” said Veronica skeptically.

“Nope,” said Jean proudly as she put on the bra, “100 percent home grown.”

“Unbelievable!” she exclaimed, “How is that possible?”

“Well it’s one of the benefits to being a mutant,” shrugged Jean, “The X-gene compensates it’s rarity by increasing one’s sex drive. As a result, all your sex characteristics are enhanced. For women, they get bigger breasts, better lips, firmer butts, nicer legs, and an all around sexier figure. It affects men too. It makes their muscles bigger and their bodies manlier. Why do you think my husband is such a stud?”

“I see,” said the blonde with a sultry look, “Nature is amazing, I’ll give it that. I don’t know much about mutants, but at least sex is one thing you won’t have to worry about. I’m sure your hubby appreciates it.”

“Oh believe me, he does,” said Jean as she slipped on the lingerie.

“Say…you two wouldn’t be open to any sort of…sharing? Would you?” she inquired, licking her lips at such sensual thoughts.

Jean blushed, but didn’t hold it against her. After all, half the girls at the mansion already fantasized over her husband. She even picked up on some very vivid dreams. It was the same with the boys and her, so she was used to it.

“Well we do love to explore,” said Jean with a suggestive look, “Although we haven’t gotten to that point…yet.”

“Well if you do, give me a call.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” said Jean as she grabbed a matching micro-thong and slid it up her legs.

Making a final adjustment with her hair and makeup, Jean stood in front of the mirror in her new attire. Veronica wasn’t lying about that bra. It really did augment her breasts in all the right ways. Plus, the matching lingerie went nicely with her hair and the skimpy thong, which had pieces as thin as strings, really showed off her butt.

Doing a few sexy poses, Jean turned back to Veronica.

“Okay, now be honest, Veronica. How do I look?”

With an approving glance, Veronica folded her arms and looked proudly at young redhead.

“I think Playboy has its next shining star. Now come on! The centerfold awaits!”

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Activity in the studio was fervent as the photographers and technicians set everything up for the shoot. There were two areas, one for Jean and one for Scott. Both had white backgrounds with a bed draped in fine linins in the center. And surrounding each stage was an army of cameras.

The stage was set for a shoot to remember. Hef was there making sure everything was perfect. All he needed now were his stars.

Stepping out of the dressing room, Jean met up with Scott, who was now wearing tight black pants and no shirt. And when he laid eyes on her, he froze as if he had just been paralyzed.

“Jean…good God,” he gasped as he walked up and took in her appearance, “You look amazing!”

“You don’t look so bad yourself, babe,” she purred, enjoying his reaction.

The two lovers took a moment to enjoy this together. It was a cute sight, seeing two people so deeply in love. And now they were going to share it with the world.

“Okay you two, you can snuggle each other later!” said a Latin photographer who talked like Rico Suave, “Now we got work!”

“Easy, Dominic,” said Hugh, “They’re new here.”

“Well obviously,” said a female photographer next to him, who sounded just as snide.

Hugh rolled his eyes. Sometimes people took these things too seriously.

“Okay everybody! We’re going to knock this out all at once!” he announced to everybody present, “I want every possible angle covered! This is a big shoot, so let’s get this right!”

Activity increased as the stage was set. For Scott and Jean, it was a little intimidating. But they supported each other as they waited for the final word.

“So how do you want to do this, Mr. Hefner?” asked Jean.

“Please, call me Hef,” he said kindly, “And don’t worry, we’ve got everything laid out. Jean, you take the stage on the left. Scott, you take the one on the right. When I give the word, the shoot will begin.”

“So then…what do we do?” asked Scott, still a little nervous.

“Just let it come naturally,” he encouraged, “We’ll start with modest shots and get more provocative as we go on to help ease you into things. It’s normal to be nervous. You just have to let your sexuality take you over. Make love to the camera is if you were making love to each other.”

Scott and Jean smiled at his words. Looking back at each other, they were ready to leave their mark. If it’s lovemaking they wanted, it’s lovemaking they would give them.

“Sounds easy enough,” shrugged Jean.

“Then let’s get this show on the road people! Clear the stage!” shouted Dominic.

As Scott and Jean took their positions on the stage, everybody cleared out from the set. The photographers took their spots and the film crew was ready to roll. This was it for the two lovers. It was time to show the world what they had.

“Alright,” said Hef, preparing the signal, “Lights…camera…action!”

From there, the shoot began. Cameras flashed and video rolled. The Playboy team took care of Jean while Playgirl took care of Scott.

“Okay now Jeannie! Give me sexy! Give me love! That’s it! That’s it!” said Dominic as he snapped photos from every angle he could.

It was a little slow at first, mainly a few simple poses. Then they were asked to lie down on the bed and spice it up a little. The Playgirl staff focused heavily on Scott’s muscular body while also getting a few good shots of his lower regions. For Jean, it was all about the head shots with her breasts at center stage.

On the inside, they were still nervous as hell. But after a while, they got into it. Then, the photographers took it a step further.

“Okay hot stuff,” said the female Playgirl photographer, “Start stripping. Let’s see some hunky man flesh!”

Taking a deep breath, Scott did a way with his pants. Over with Jean, she did the same, only she made it into a little striptease. She started off slowly by removing the lingerie, looking gloriously sexy in the process. Then she turned around to show off her thong while she undid her bra. Once that was gone she sat on the bed to show off her breasts before sensually sliding her skimpy thong down her legs and exposing her eager pussy.

“Yeah! Oh yeah! This is so hot baby! I’m burning up! Keep it coming! Keep it coming!”

Jean couldn’t help but laugh as she started rolling around on the bed, using the covers to her advantage. Being naked like this was new, but interesting. She was really enjoying herself, rolling around and showing off her sexy nude body in all it’s glory.

She began teasing the camera, sort of like how she would tease Scott when they were having sex. She made it cover certain parts of her body while revealing others and the camera loved it.

Over with Scott, he posed as if he was a body builder, showing off what years of Danger Room sessions had given him. The photographer paid special attention to his dick, making sure she got him in his full glory. And for the first time in Scott’s life, he wasn’t afraid to show off. It felt good to be able to do this. He was a strong, sexy man. After having been shy for so much of his life, this really took his confidence to new levels.

‘Having fun, love?’ sent Jean through their link.

‘You know it, sweetheart,’ replied Scott, ‘Just think about us making love. Remember that time on the beach, the danger room, the library, the locker room…’

‘Don’t forget the lounge, the kitchen, the hotel suite we rented for prom, lookout point, the back seat of your car…’

As they shared in the memories of all their sexual adventures, the two usually reserved mutants really got into it. They went all out, flaunting their sexuality as if it were a weapon. Jean showed off her flexibility and Scott showed off his manly endurance.

Soon, it was really like they were making love to each other. And through their link, they were to some extent. It was sending many warm sensations through their bodies, causing them to look, act, and sound sexual on every conceivable level.

It was difficult not to get turned on by this. Afterwards, they would have to ask Hef if it was alright for them to use one of his bedrooms to work off this sexual energy. And judging from the look on his face, he would be in a giving mood after this.

For the final round, Jean used her powers to levitate herself into the air, closing her eyes and letting the camera take in her naked body. She then found herself spreading her arms and hovering elegantly like she had when the Phoenix had possessed her. It was an amazing sight that had everybody in the studio taken, especially Hef.

“Wow,” said Hugh, “Now THAT’S a shot for the ages.”

Making sure Dominic captured it, Jean stayed in that position, hovering several feet off the ground and using her telekinesis to make her long red hair flow elegantly. This activity didn’t escape Scott’s attention, who was soon lifted as well.

At first, the female photographer was going to complain, but Hugh stopped her. Scott laughed as he felt Jean’s playfulness, doing more poses and showing off his manly nude form, flexing his muscles and giving them a perfect cover shot.

Eventually, Scott found himself drifting over to Jean. And when they finally came together, their naked bodies became entwined and they met in a passionate kiss.

“Perfect,” said Hugh triumphantly, “Simply perfect.”

“I don’t know if we can put that shot in the magazine, Hugh,” said one of his assistants, “It’s sweet and all, but…”

“I know. I know,” said Hugh, “But this shot will be just for posterity.”

As the passionate kiss between the married couple continued, everybody in the studio cheered. Scott and Jean had given a unique effort. Their sexuality and deep connection was clear for anybody to see. It was love, sex, and intimacy on a very deep level. And it was sure to make one hell of a magazine.

“So how’d we do?” asked Jean, still hugging her husband as they hovered over the set.

“Astonishing,” said Hef proudly, “Simply astonishing. I think we’ve captured something special here.”

“Thank you,” said Scott respectfully, “Mind giving us a copy of that last picture?”

Hugh laughed as he watched the two lovers enjoy their intimacy. It was times like this he felt like he had the greatest job in the world.

“Of course,” he said proudly, “You both deserve as such. And after what you just showed me, I have a feeling we’ll make Playboy history with this.”

“Thanks for letting us be a part of it, Hef,” said Jean kindly, “Now if you all don’t mind, my husband and I would like to ‘celebrate’ our first successful shoot.”

With an understanding grin, Hugh gave the order.

“Okay everybody, clear out! Let them make love in peace,” he said assertively, “Now come on! We’ve got a magazine to make!”

And while Hef and his crew went off to finish the job, Scott and Jean descended back to the set and collapsed on the bed in a naked heap. With Scott on top and Jean on bottom, they made love passionately on the bed. With so much excitement built up, they were likely to go at it for hours, kissing and moaning as their naked bodies moved fervently in their own world of bliss.

They didn’t know where things went from here, it was sure to be a hell of a ride.

***One Month Later***

“Mail Call!” yelled Bobby as he walked in through the front door of the institute with a load of mail in hand.

Sifting through the sizable wad of postage, Bobby casually went through the junk.

“Junk, bill, bill, junk, death threat, death threat, credit card, death threat…”

Then suddenly, he stopped as he came upon a magazine wrapped in plastic addressed to him.

“Ooh! Alright! It’s here!” he said excitedly as he set aside the rest of the mail.

With an eager spirit, he ripped open the wrap to reveal the latest addition of Playboy magazine. While few talked about it, there were still plenty of guys in the house and dirty magazines were more common than anybody liked to admit. And Bobby was no exception.

But when he saw the cover to his latest treasure, his jaw dropped with amazement.

“Holy freakin’ hell!” he exclaimed, nearly dropping the magazine.

“Huh? Vhat is it?” said Kurt, popping in from the living room.

“Dude…check this out!”

The two young men were at a loss for words. They never would have believed it if they hadn’t seen it for themselves. But there she was, their own Jean Grey, on the cover of Playboy Magazine.

“Mien Gott,” gasped Kurt, unable to divert his gaze.

“Come on!” exclaimed Bobby, “We’ve got to show the others!”

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