Lust and Cookies

Paula Dunn was bored. She was standing in the Entertainment Room,in front of a blank screen and trying to figure out how the DVD worked.

After the bank incident, she dared not go back to her home. After all, everyone at the bank saw her stripping and giving a whole show to their unbelieving eyes. And the sexual haze took her over long before everyone else was also affected by the vinyl-slut's mutant abilities, so all they would clearly remember from the whole incident would be Paula Dunn, the always prudent and principled clerk stripping on her damn desk and provoking the shocked clients to "come and get her off" as she said.

Only slight memories of the following orgy would remain in their heads.

But even that way, the whole orgy would be blamed on Paula, the mutie-clerk.

That's what the bald professor told her when the X-Men brought her to their place, her being in an shock after the whole experience.

He then proceeded to advising her to remain with them at the mansion, for her own safety, until everything at Salem Centre could be cleared out.

There she could also train and expand her mutant abilities, who, as he said," could blossom and become very useful for humanity."

Paula, being the spontaneous girl she always were when not working in the bank, agreed to stay there. The worst that could happen was for her to get stuck forever in an ultra-luxurious mansion inhabited by several mutant hotties, as she quickly realised.

But after two days of staying there, all the hotties were running around in some exercise room where she could not yet go and the women were also running around in the infirmary where the passed out brother of the Magnificent Whore was lying, still passed out of course.

The few times she would actually see someone they would kindly avoid her, just saying "Hey" or disappearing onto some urgent business.

Were they nervous because she was naked, cum-soaked and in the verge of nervous breakdown the first time they saw her? That could be it.

Now she was bored. And nobody would come and explain to her how the damn DVD worked. She would expect that a team of heroic mutants always saving people from underwhelming situations would be a bit more eager on showing a little lass around the mansion's machinery.

"Hiya.", a voice came right behind her. She turned around to see a teenage girl clad in a yellow coat of questionable style.

"Hey. You're actually the first person to begin an actual conversation with me."

"Name's Jubilee. And I think others have talked with you too."

"The professor doesn't count. He *had*to talk to me. I'm talking about harmless, unimportant, and not-life-depending chit-chat."

"Bobby talked to you too."

"Bobby who? When? Where?" She didn't remember having an open conversation with anyone after the psychic professor got into her mind and straightened everything out, getting her out of the shock she was in.

"The guy who first got to you in the bank, when you were in La-La-Land and mumbling about an S/M Mutant Hooker all the time. You should have heard the soothing words he used on you, lady."

"The small amount of time I was into shock doesn't count either, Jubilee."

"Whatever. I heard you have a pretty nifty power there".

"You think?" Nobody had praised her lame ass powers before.
Of course nobody knew about them either, so...

"Sure I do! Can I have a muffin?"

"Ha! Should have known you wanted something from me. OK, you can have lots of muffins, or any other kind of sweets, under one condition..."

"..help you out with the DVD, huh?"

"Yeah! How did you know that?"

"No need to guess. Storm always unplugs the TV after use, in case she accidentally creates some mini-storm inside the house. Doesn't want it to break down and miss The Young And The Restless someday, you know..."


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Since Bobby's and Dave's search through Rogue's huge cloak collection was proven fruitless (they all seemed too girly to the guy),Dave finally resulted in wearing one of Bobby's Halloween costume's. Specifically it was the costume that the killer in "Scream" wore that made his eye gleam happily since it seemed very close to a cloak and the mask would come in handy too, considering his condition.

From the point of alluring people with his illusional looks, Dave went straight to the other side by freaking everyone out by running around in the mansion in the Scream costume and holding a big knife he found in the kitchen.

Bobby sighed. That man was trouble. Maybe his true face was that of an imp or something.
It was good that he just escorted him to Xavier's office for a chit-chat. Now everything would be sorted out soon.

Returning from Xavier's, Bobby strode through the Entertainment Room.
There he saw Jubilee sharing a couch with the clerk they brought from the bank incident. They were watching some gut-wrenching soap opera, all the time commenting and giggling like they were friends for years. On the screen, he could see a rich-looking guy with a stuck-up nose and a worn-out woman beside him who seemed to yell at him.

"Can't be good if the girl already sticked up with Jubes", he thought. "Of course I am also a very close buddy of hers, fact which makes me also of questionable mental stability-"

"Hey! Bobster!", Jubilee called at him." We're hanging here with Paula, wanna join? We've got the TV on mute mode, and we're dubbing ourselves the actors of the show, therefore laughing our asses off!"

"Eh-no, thanks, Jubes. I'm a bit tired. Think I'm gonna hit the shack. Bye Paula."

"Bye", she said, in a strangely sweet voice.

"Hey, your loss, Cube!", Jubilee then kept on the voice-over: "You don't know, however, Don Donaldo, that just today I slept with your brother AND the gravedigger. Your mother too."

Paula didn't voice-over Donaldo.

"Paula?", Jubilee turned around to see what her new friend was doing.

Paula was still staring the way which Bobby left, a wicked smile forming on her face.


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In the few split seconds between Bobby entering the room and Bobby leaving the room, Paula had got into a lot of thought. Now that she had a lot of free time and no job to schedule her life around, she should finally get herself a new boyfriend. Not that she didn't have her share of boyfriends, but the last year she was all over her job at the bank and covering for Jenna's constant absence. Now that changed. Why not everything else along with that?

The well-toned mutant hottie entering the room at that time reminded her of all that and she decided to get herself a man. Even the Vinyl Cockwhore had told her she needed to get laid more often. Her lack of sex resulted in sexually knocking out three guys in a few minutes during the bank orgy.

Now she could concentrate on one man only, and the sandy-haired, blue-eyed hottie with the perfect jaw line seemed to be the perfect opportunity.

Oh, now he's talking to us, "Bye, Paula", he says, let's respond to him nicely shall we? "Bye", we tell him. OK, that was Sweet Paula who popped up in her mind and took over now. Sweet Paula was having her ass kicked by Bitchy Paula for the last year, due to overwhelming hours of work at the bank, and the bank clearly needed Bitchy Paula if she wanted to succeed. Bitchy Paula and her selfish ideas made her life at work easier, by thinking tricks like the Phantom Caller(a trick that was explained at the beginning of this story).

But now her job at the bank was over, so Bitchy Paula could shut up and get some rest, while Sweet Paula could have her own, sweet-talking way in this friendly environment.

Now he turns to leave. "Oh my God, what an ass!»Bitchy Paula popped up again.

"Hey, he's a fine young man, he's not an ass!", Sweet, caring Paula protested.

"No, little shit, I don't mean he's an ass, I mean *look at this ass*!"

"Oh." Sweet Paula got her point. "Ohh yeah

"I mean you can eat dinner off this ass."

"Ohhh. Ohhh. Mmm." Sweet Paula was slowly getting over her sweet limits.

Bitchy Paula licked her inexistent lips, as she placed the bets for their stay at Xavier's mansion.
"I bet we shall soon be eating ice-cream off that curved, muscled ass cheeks."

"Ohhh Yeahh!" Sweet Paula went over the edge and both Bitchy and Sweet Paula mingled therther, creating the brand, new, Naughty Paula!

"PAULA!" Jubilee yelled at her day-dreaming friend.

"Uh-Sorry. I got a little lost there. Now tell me, who was that cutie?"

"Who? Bobbyu meu mean-*our Bobby*?"

"Don't tell me he's got a girlfriend!"

"No such luck, darling."

"Then, I want to know everything about him. Tell me. C'mon!"

"But what about Don Donaldo-"

"SCREW DONALDO!!! Now please tell me about Bobby anything a future girlfriend needs to know. I will even provide you with some milkshake. Here."

Paula extended her hand over an empty glass and it soon filled with chocolate-flavoured milkshake of the best quality. She also created some cookies with chocolate chunks for herself.

"Gee, thanks! Now, what do you want to know first?"

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Dave removed the Scream mask from his face.

"Thank you", Professor Charles Xavier told him. "Now that we're in eye-to-eye contact you can tell me what you know about the bank robbery. If you want to of course."

"Zazelle, my sister, did it. I just went there to stop her."

"Yes, that's what Paula Dunn, the bank's clerk, also told us about your being there. Nobody blames *you*.We just need to know more details in order to stop her further plans. Sex-controlling mutants like her are extremely powerful and dangerous."

"She's even more powerful than that. She's like a sex-battery, you know. Every time she has sex with someone, that battery gets more and more loaded. She needs that sex energy to fuel her powers. The more gee gets fucked, the more omnipotent she becomes. How else do you think would she be able to sex up a whole crowded bank without getting exhausted?"

"Oh darn. This is going to be hard. Can you tell us what exactly her plans are?"

"What's in for me? I'm no do-gooder you know."

Logan growled from his seat at Xavier's office.

"But, on the other hand, I would like to see her going down myself..."Dave hastily added. Looking good would probably not affect the all-growly man if he decided that Dave needed to be taught a lesson.
"She needs the money to buy the needed equipment for movie-making."

"She wants to make movies?" Logan gave a laugh-like growl.

"Yes. She wants to make *porn* movies. With celebrities starring in them."

"Huh?", Both Xavier and Logan exclaimed.

"She's also going to use the money for kidnapping celebrities. Then she will use her powers to make them f-eh, have sex all together, and will film them. Then she will promote the videotapes worldwide and become disgustingly rich. I mean, imagine the success a porn film with lesbian action from Charlize Theron, Angelina Jolie and Halle Berry would have."

Both Xavier And Logan drooled at the mental image.

"But she personally preferred a pairing of Colin Farell and Ben Affleck."

They both stopped drooling.

"One devious plan indeed", was all that Xavier could comment.

"So, what happens to me now? Can I go?
"
"You don't have to go. As you know, this is a place for people with mutant gifts who-"

"Really, my *gifts* are totally useless in battle. I can't haze the enemy with my good looks you know. The hazing thing went to my sister's genes."

"You can really help at least until we mess your sister's plans, you know."

"Whatever. I guess staying won't hurt at all."

"Plus, we might even be able to help you control your power until it becomes less a burden to you."

"Then I will definitely stay. Where's my room?", Dave said, beaming of anticipation. He had missed his old, ugly, but really peaceful self.

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Scott, in one of the few times in his life where he was laid back, was walking in the serene corridors of the mansion. He wanted to get to the kitchen and make himself something to eat, and maybe even bump into the guy with the 1.000 different faces, whom he haven't met since he recovered and left the infirmary.

Then he saw a figure on the other end of the hallway. A figure who haunted his worst nightmares for many years.

The killer from the "Scream" films.

When he first saw the movie, he was the only one of the guys who practically shitted himself while watching it. Every other guy laughed at his fear;they said he took it very seriously and couldn't see that the movie was a parody and an homage at the same time to the good old B-movies with serial killers.

He kept seeing nightmares of the killer in that hellish costume killing all of his friends, Jean, the professor, and at last coming for him too.

He never made it alive in his dreams. He always believed the killer really existed.

And now he was standing in the same hallway as him, looking at him through the mask like saying to him: "I have come for you, Scott Summers".

Sweat started forming rivers down Scott's face.

The man in the costume stood 10 feet away from him, sensing his fear. He laughed in a low voice and then talked.

"What's your favourite scary movie?"

"NOOOO! YOU WON'T HAVE ME, YOU BASTARD!! "Scott screamed.
He ran towards his worst nightmare and shot a beam right at him.

The man crashed on the wall and fell down, his mask parting from his face.

Scott sighed in relief, feeling like he vanquished the greatest threat he ever met in his life. He closed in the man on the floor, still careful, since the damned bastard always comes back to life in the films.

Scott looked at the man's face.

Whoops.

"Ughh. Just a damn joke man..."Dave said, before passing out. Again.