SUN CITYBombshell Disclaimer: The X-Men universe is the property of Marvel comics. I don’t make any money from efforts such as this one. This story contains suggestive material which is suitable for mature audiences only. Author’s note: This is part one of a two-parter. This is only a little naughty, but it all pays off in the end. Hope you get into it! Feedback makes my day interesting: bombshell_chic@hotmail.com J
Sin City Part One: Loosed in Las Vegas. By Bombshell Rogue sat on her bed, watching Jean unpack. “We aren’t gonna stay in the room all night are we?” Rogue asked her. Jean shrugged her shoulders. “We may as well enjoy this while we can. We don’t get many days off, after all” “Sugah, ah know you miss Scott, but try to have a little fun. We’ll be back home soon enough.” Jean gave her a wry, guilty smile. “It just doesn’t seem fair that we get some time off, while he’s stuck on assignment half way across the world” Rogue gave her a sympathetic smile. “I’m not even gonna remind you that very little in life, especially our lives, is fair. We have to take what we can get” Jean tossed the rest of her clothes on the bed, then sat her empty bag in the closet. “Well, I guess we do deserve a little break. Especially after the past few days….” “Ah couldn’t agree more. Now, C’mon. Let’s go see what those boys are up to….” Gambit answered the door. “Time to hit the strip, Cajun” Rogue told him. He frowned slightly. “Gambit not really in the mood for crowds tonight, chere” “You’re not going to sit in your room all night, are you?” Rogue grumbled at him. He nodded. “Actually, I t’ink I’m gonna grab a few beers an’ sit in the bathtub for awhile, jus watch some TV.” Rogue looked annoyed. “Well, here we are in Las Vegas, the first night off we’ve all had in ages, and you just wanna sulk in your room all night. Fine. We’ll take Logan with us, and you can keep your own self company” “Logan’s already gone, chere” Gambit told her. “Where did he go?” Jean asked. Gambit shrugged. “For a walk. He just wanted to get out for a while. But don’ worry, he didn’t go lookin’ for trouble” Jean and Rogue looked at each other. “Well, I guess it’s just us girls, then” Jean commented. Rogue looked back at Gambit. “Last chance” she told him. Gambit managed a small smile. “Not tonight, chere, but you go have fun” Rogue snorted, turning away from the door. “C’mon, Jean, before he completely spoils my night” Rogue stalked towards the elevators. Jean turned to Gambit. “You okay?” she asked Gambit nodded. “Jus’ all dat time out in de desert, cooped up in dat hidden base. Not findin’ what we needed. Gambit got frustrated, y’know. Maybe I need a lil’ time to myself. And I don’ t’ink I’m ever gonna’ get all de sand outta’ my boots.” He smiled slightly. Jean nodded. “I’ll leave you be, then.” Gambit patted her shoulder. “Make sure she has some fun, okay” Jean smiled. “We’re in Vegas, I’m sure we’ll find something entertaining to do” They ended up in the gaming room of their hotel. Jean knew should could make a small fortune on the card tables, if she used her telepathy, but that kind of blatant cheating wasn’t her thing. So she and Rogue got change and pulled up a pair of slot machines. They passed some time feeding quarters into the machines, pulling the arms, watching the cylinders spin. Jean was bored within two minutes. She glanced over at Rogue. She seemed to be having more luck, the screen of the device listing a high number of credits she had won. Of course, Jean had no idea how many quarters Rogue had initially pumped into the machine. Jean decided to try another machine. She found one near the main aisle and slid into the seat in front of it. She began feeding it her money. Again, she began to grow restless. And broke. Then something happened. The machine began to ping enthusiastically, and Jean was surprised to see her credits growing. She nodded at the machine, and continued playing. Within a few seconds, the machine chimed again, and Jean’s credits upped again. She smiled. * * * * * Logan was alternately disgusted and delighted by the city. Sin City- never was a nickname so appropriate. He walked with his hands in his pockets, watching the throngs of people around him. Vegas didn’t have anything to offer that he wanted. At least at the moment. Gambling held no real appeal- either too easy or a total rip-off. It was near impossible to get a drink that wasn’t watered down. Of course, there were the girls. But he wasn’t going to pay for what they were trying to sell. Except maybe in really small doses. He stood outside a strip club. The music inside was loud enough to pulse through the door. He was trying to decide if he wanted to pay the ten-dollar cover to get in. It seemed like an interesting way to pass some time. The bouncer at the door stared at him. “Any decent girls to look at?” He asked the guy. The bouncer forced a smile. “Best in town” Logan gave him a knowing look. “They’re okay. Some are well stacked” Logan chuckled and nodded. He was tempted. It was too long since he’d experienced female skin up close and personal. He grinned. “Maybe later” He told the bouncer, then moved on. He knew someone else who could do with some exotic therapy…. * * * * * “Gambit usually doesn’t pay to look at girls.” The skeptical Cajun said. “They’re strippers. This is Vegas. What else are we gonna do around here that ain’t gonna get us into trouble?” Gambit chuckled. “Point taken. I’ll go get dressed.” Thirty minutes later they were sitting at the long bar that stretched below the stripper’s catwalk. They were both leaning back in their seats, feet propped up, watching the pretty girl who was performing. “Dis de best idea you ever had” Gambit told Logan. The bar wasn’t as sleazy or rowdy as either man would have thought. Scantly clad cocktail waitresses brought drinks to the patrons, most of who sat discreetly towards the back of the establishment at tables. Gambit and Logan were the only two who were brazen enough to get close to the action. The dancer was stripped down to her g-string, and seemed to be making friends with the pole on the side of the stage. Gambit and Logan had rewarded her with several notes when she had writhed up to them earlier in her routine. They watched her appreciatively, sipping beers, and applauded heartily as the music ended and she finished up her performance. She threw them a wink as she sauntered off the stage. “Definitely a good way to waste some time” Logan murmured. * * * * * Rogue slumped down next to Jean. “C’mon, this has lost its appeal. And I’ve lost all my quarters.” Jean didn’t glance away from the machine for even a second. “I’m doing really well” she mumbled. Rogue rolled her eyes. “Shouldn’t we go find Logan, see if he wants to have dinner with us?” “How on earth are we going to find him?” Jean asked absently. Rogue burst out laughing. “Aren’t you quite the gambling addict!” she joked. “If you’d tear yourself away from the machine for just a few seconds, maybe you’d start to remember that you’re a telepath….” Jean paused for a moment. “Oh yeah” she muttered. She turned to Rogue. “I guess I just really got into it.” She cashed out, and was disappointed to find she’d just about broken even. “Well, sugah, this is Vegas. They ain’t exactly gonna give it away….” Rogue chided her. Jean and Rogue made their way to the entrance of the casino. Jean stopped, narrowing her eyes as she let her telepathic sense float outwards. She was still and silent for a moment, then her eyes refocused and she looked at Rogue. “This is a crazy city. It’s almost impossible to cut through the chaos and get a clear sense of Logan. I think he’s this way, though” She turned, and Rogue followed, letting the telepath lead. * * * * * The club emcee gave a garbled intro to the next dancer, who slipped onstage when her song started. The men turned back to watch her, and Logan noticed the Cajun sit up straighter in his seat. Logan studied the woman, a leggy blonde in a short tight skirt, halter top and cropped jacket. She was already peeling the jacket off, making a slow circle with her hips, her chest pushed out. She smiled knowingly down at Gambit, and Logan glanced at the man; the Cajun watched the dancer with rapt attention. She strutted around the stage a little more, her moves sensual. She reached for the bottom hem of her skirt, and Logan noticed the skirt had a zipper then ran all the way up to the waist. She unzipped the skirt halfway, then did some legwork against the pole. She unzipped the skirt, let it fall to the ground, then kicked it offstage. Logan admired the way her legs looked in the garter stockings, and her firm ass, clad only in a g-string. She dropped to the floor and made her way over to them. She stretched her neck back, thrusting her breasts forward as she crouched on all fours in front of them. She ground her hips in time to the music, teasing them. She stood, flicking her long hair over her shoulder, then reached back to undo the halter. She pulled her top down, and her breasts spilled out. Their full roundness and red nipples impressed Logan, though size usually didn’t matter that much to him. “Tink dos tings are real?” Gambit wondered to him. Logan nodded. “They don’t look like molded plastic. Fake tits never look quite right” “Oh, Gambit likes de way dey look” Logan grinned and nodded. The dancer was writhing against the pole. She unhooked her top and removed it completely. She wriggled down the pole, and crawled lustfully towards the two men. She cavorted before them, holding Gambits eyes as she moved. She rolled her head back and swayed her hips in rhythm, her supple breasts jiggling slightly. Gambit reached into his pocket and pulled out a note. He held it between his fingers, and the dancer sat up, moving her g-string clad hips closer to him. Gambit smiled and reached back, slipping the note into the back waistband of her skimpy panties. “Dat’s for de show so far, you’ll have to earn the rest” he murmured. “Oh, I love you sexy accent” She murmured, rolling her shoulders forward, her breasts just inches from Gambit’s face. She dropped onto all fours again, then rolled onto her back. She stretched her legs straight up in the air, and looked back over her shoulder at the men. She smiled at Logan. He pulled a note from his pocket, and reached forward to tuck it into her garter. “Thanks, babe” she murmured to him. “Oh, trust me, pleasure’s all mine” Logan told her. She turned her attentions back to Gambit. She rolled back up onto her knees, and knelt in front of him. Her breasts jiggled in his face, and the Cajun seemed to be mesmerized by them. He unconsciously reached into his pocket and pulled out another bill. The dancer moaned with delight as he slipped it into her garter belt. She leaned in close to whisper to him. Gambit sat forward to hear over the blare of the music “What do you think my nipples taste like?” she asked him. Gambits jaw dropped slightly. His face flushed. Logan didn’t even look down, he knew the man had to be hard- he himself was hard just thinking about tasting her. Like the tease she was, the dancer moved away from them then, back to the pole. Logan sighed loudly. “I wonder what Jean and Rogue would say if they knew what we were up to” He wondered aloud. “We’d tell you what a pair of sleazy voyeurs you are!” Rogue growled at him. Logan and Gambit sat up so quickly they both almost fell from their seats. Logan looked around at the women who were standing behind him. He had been so rapt in the stripper; he hadn’t sensed their arrival. Jean was trying not to crack a grin at their expressions, but Rogue was not amused. She glared at the Cajun, who was trying to look defiant. “That’s one way to get rid of a hard-on” Logan muttered. Jean pretended not to hear him. “Ya brushed us off so ya could come ogle at strippers!” Rogue accused. “Non, non, chere! It’s not like that. I-” “Save it!” Rogue hissed. “Sorry if I’m not woman enough for you.” She turned and stalked off. Jean looked at them. “Well, it could’ve been worse. At least you weren’t getting lap dances….” She went after Rogue. Gambit sighed, putting his head in his hands “What were you saying about not getting into trouble?” “Sorry, bub.” * * * * * The men caught up with Jean and Rogue several blocks from the strip club. They didn’t even try talking to Rogue. She walked slightly ahead of them, lost in thought. Gambit pulled Jean back slightly. “What should I do? She’s plenty mad at me. Even more so den usual” Jean shook her head. “Let her cool off. Don’t even think of trying to charm her. She’s probably as mad at your chauvinism as she at your insensitivity.” “What!” Gambit exclaimed. “We were just looking. What’s so wrong wid dat?” “Well, to a woman, a strip club seems… sleazy. And… Gambit, you know there are always going to issues between the two of you, sexual tension that can never be satisfactorily resolved.” “All the more reason to look” “Look at it from Rogue’s point of view. You can never be with her, no matter how you care for each other. What’s to stop you from straying….” “If she knew me- if she had any faith an’ trust, she’d know, Gambit never do dat.” “We all have insecurities. And the biggest ones are born out of love” Jean gave him a sympathetic smile. “Give her time. She’ll let you make it up to her” Gambit nodded, thrusting his hands into the pockets of his duster. “Gambit hopes you’re right, petit” They ate dinner together in silence. After they settled the cheque, they sat, trying to decide what to do next. “Let’s just hit the slots” Jean suggested. They headed to the gambling rooms of the resort. Jean found a machine that looked promising. Logan pulled up a seat next to her to watch. Rogue wandered the floor for a while. She was tempted to try roulette, but the crowds gathered around the tables put her off. The gaming area began to feel oppressive. The noise was giving her a headache, and her back ached from constantly tensing to avoid touching anyone, even though all her skin below her neck was safely covered. Suddenly, the idea that had been growing in her head began to bloom. She smiled. It was perfect. It would mean getting away from the crowds. And it would also mean teaching Gambit a lesson…. * * * * * “Ah’ve got a headache” Rogue explained. “Ah just wanna take a shower and lie down. It’s been a long day” Jean nodded sympathetically. “I already know you’re going to tell me you don’t want companionship….” Rogue nodded. She leaned towards Jean and whispered “Gimmie a couple hours, okay?” Jean looked at her, trying to hide her surprise. Then she tried to hide her smile. “Okay….” Rogue nodded, then turned to leave. “Chere, at least let me walk you back to de hotel” Gambit offered. Rogue looked at him “Ah don’t need an escort” She turned and walked away. Gambit looked sadly at Jean. Jean stared at him. “Remy, why are you standing there?” “She said-“ “Go after her!” Jean exclaimed, exasperated. “Maybe you screwed up before, but you can be a gentleman now” Gambit looked at her for a moment, then ran off after Rogue. Jean smiled and shook her head. “I don’t know who’s worse. Men or women” Logan grumbled. * * * * * Rogue moved in the opposite direction to her hotel. She hid among a throng of people on the sidewalk, and watched as Gambit emerged from the resort. He headed in the direction of the hotel, and she could tell by the way he moved that he was looking to find her. Before she could put her plan in motion, she needed some things. It was late, and she didn’t really know where to start. She moved in the opposite direction from Gambit, occasionally glancing over her shoulder to check he hadn’t doubled back. After walking a few blocks, she came upon the bustling entrance to one of the fancier Vegas resort hotels. They might have what she needed…. She made her way into the lobby and looked around. She couldn’t see an information booth of any sort, but she noticed the concierge’s desk. She smiled as she approached him. “Sugah, Ah need to do a little shoppin’ maybe you could point me in the right direction…. * * * * * Logan laughed quietly to himself as he watched Jean play the one-armed bandit. The woman was transfixed by the machine, easily on her way to becoming addicted. But at least she was ahead. He wondered how long he should let her play before dragging her off for her own good. His attention strayed away from her to the other gambling patrons. He turned to his left, and found himself looking into the eyes of a pretty blonde woman. She smiled at him. “This is pretty boring.” She told him. “Then let’s go get a drink.” Logan suggested. “Okay.” She agreed. He turned briefly to Jean. “I’ll be right back” The redhead nodded absently, staring at the machine. Logan grinned and moved after the blonde. * * * * * Jean’s eyes and throat were stinging from the cigarette smoke around her. She shook herself out of her gambling-induced stupor and turned to Logan. He wasn’t there. She vaguely remembered him wandering off, but had no idea how long ago that had been. She cashed out and stood to stretch. She moved towards the bar and took a seat. She sat her coin bucket ton her lap and looked around as she sipped her drink, studying all the different people around her. She let her telepathic guard down just slightly, and sifted through the subconscious noise of the casino patrons. Her attention moved to a woman at the end of the bar. Jean could feel her irritation and disappointment; and their was something slightly familiar about her. Jean looked at the woman. It took her a moment to realize she was the stripper Logan and Remy had been watching at the club earlier that night. The woman felt Jean’s eyes on her, and looked up, holding the telepath’s gaze. Curiosity and mild annoyance passed over the woman. She turned back to her drink. Jean busied herself with her casino chips as she sipped at her drink. She felt the woman’s eyes on her several times, and a growing sense of curiosity. She glanced up at the woman who held her eyes. “Somehow I’ve seen you before.” The woman told her. Jean nodded. “I was with some guys who were watching you tonight….” Recognition washed over the woman. “That’s right; that sexy French guy and the hairy tough guy. Yeah, you and your girlfriend scared off my only good tippers for the night.” The woman told her sourly. Jean cringed inwardly. “Sorry. My friend and the French guys are in a relationship, but they have a lot of issues.” “Don’t we all.” The woman muttered. She turned back to her drink. Jean let the conversation drop. She had the strong sensation that the woman was waiting for someone who wasn’t going to show up. “All men are bastards, anyway. Tell your friend not to loose any sleep over him.” The woman said. She had a wry smile on her face, but her voice was bitter. “Actually, I think they’re off making up as we speak” Jean told her with a chuckle. The woman nodded. She polished off her drink, and waited for the bartender to refill it. “Somebody stand you up?” Jean asked; not sure she should be prying. The woman nodded. “You meet a guy, he’s really nice, and you get along just fine. But the minute you tell him you strip, he immediately thinks you’re easy, or just plain freaks out. And stands you up.” “I’m sorry.” Jean murmured. The woman chuckled then appraised Jean with a harsh eye. “I bet you’ve never been stood up. In fact, I bet you’ve never had anything especially bad ever happen to you at all.” Jean stared at her, annoyance washing over her. “Don’t be so quick to judge. I’ve had some horrifying things happen to me in my life. But I try to just get on with it. What else can you do?” Jean retorted. “What do you do for a living?” the woman asked, genuinely curious. “I’m a psychologist. In law enforcement.” It wasn’t totally a lie, just the closest sane explanation Jean could give for being a telepath in a group of super-heroes. The woman nodded. “Well, I bet you have seen some strange things, then” she admitted. She smiled at Jean. “I always want to pick on chicks. So many people think they’re better that me, that I’m sleazy or degrading myself just because I’m a stripper. I have to hunt people like that down and put them in their place. Sorry.” Jean shrugged. “You don’t seem to have a problem with it.” “There are far, far worse things I could be doing. Stripping isn’t so bad. It’s decent money, the bouncers look after us, and the boss isn’t a total sleazebag. But people always like to assume the worst.” “I know.” Jean murmured. The women were quiet for a moment, just sipping their drinks. Jean’s curiosity was slowly getting the better of her. “What’s it like?” she finally asked. “What? Stripping?” the woman asked. Jean nodded. She shrugged. “On a good night, it can be fun. You know, everyone in a good mood, cheering you on. But sometimes it’s really boring, or there will be someone really nasty and sleazy, who’ll sit right up close and give you the creeps.” “Do you ever… feel sexy. Taking your clothes off in front of people?” Jean asked rather hesitantly. “I guess so. Honestly, it’s just a job for me, I don’t really think about it like that. But I know some of the chicks I work with really seem to get into it. I think they probably like it.” Jean nodded, and the woman stared at her. “Really curious, aren’t you?” she taunted. “You should try it….” Jean flushed. “Oh no, I couldn’t….” “Why not? Who’s gonna’ know? You’re not from Vegas, right?” “No, but… well, I’ve never done anything like that before. I don’t think I could just get up there and do it.” “There’s nothing to it. You get up there and loose your clothes. You’ve got a great body, that’s all you need, sweetheart. You don’t need to be a dancer or a gymnast. Guy just want to see tits.” Jean felt strangely turned on. It was daring and naughty- two things she hadn’t felt in quite a while. She wondered what Scott would say if he were there. Somehow she suspected he’d outwardly frown upon it, but secretly find the idea sexy. She was starting to feel giddy with arousal. “Oh, what the hell!” she sighed. “But if I’m going to do it, I need to do it now, before I lose my nerve.” “That can be arranged. Good girl, everyone needs to do something wild every now and then.” She grabbed Jean’s arm, and began to lead her out of the bar. “Oh, my name’s Maryanne, by the way.” “I’m Jean” she told Maryanne. “Jiggly Jeannie. Let’s make that your stage name….” Maryanne teased. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: These X characters are the property of Marvel Comics. I make no profit whatsoever from this. This story contains material of a sexual nature and is intended for readers aged 18+. This is the second part of the Sin City story. This one is raunchier, but for continuity purposes, you might like to read part one first! Tell me what you think: bombshell_chic@hotmail.com Sin City Part Two: The Strip By Bombshell It had taken Rogue so long to get everything she needed, she was starting to wonder if Gambit would still be looking for her, or if he’d given her up as lost and wander back to find the others. As she stepped into the lobby of the hotel, she saw him sitting by the elevators, a hangdog expression on his face. He looked up, surprised to see her “Chere! I came to find you! Where ‘ave you been?” “Shopping” she answered testily. “But you said you had a headache. I though you’d come straight back ‘ere.” “Shopping makes me feel better” she muttered, pressing the call button for the elevator. The Cajun stood, and entered the car with her. She stood away from him, ignoring his presence. When she came to her room, she open the door and he tried to follow her in. She half closed the door on him, and he stopped, looking at her sadly. She clenched and unclenched her jaw, then opened the door to admit him. She headed towards the bathroom, and Gambit sat down in a corner chair. She cast him an annoyed look as she collected her toiletry bag and headed into the bathroom with her new purchases. “I’m gonna’ stay here until you accept my apology” he called after her. Rogue shut the bathroom door. She took a long shower, soaking her aching muscles under the hot water, then scrubbed her hair until it felt clean. She toweled off, then took her time drying and styling her hair. She looked through her toiletry bag, but couldn’t find anything she wanted. She opened Jean’s makeup bag, and sorted through it. Neither women wore much makeup, but Jean had a few things to play with. Rogue gave her face a light dusting of powder to take the shine off. She lined her eyes, emphasizing the outer corners. She chose a smoky plum color from an eye-shadow trio, and swept the color along the edges of her eyelids, blending it along her lashes. She added mascara to her long eyelashes, and some ruby red lip-gloss, which made her lips look full and sensual. She wanted the makeup for effect, and studied herself carefully, making sure she hadn’t overdone it. Satisfied she began to dress. She sprayed her skin with the lotion the saleswoman had recommended. Not only did it give her fair skin a hint of shimmer, it was also peach scented. Rogue loved it. She pulled her new clothes from the bag, then removed the sales tags. She’d never bought undergarments that were so outrageously sexy or expensive. The bustier was pale pink satin, the cups overlaid with incredibly delicate silvery lace. It pushed her large round breasts together and up, so they nestled atop the fabric, the lace barely reigning them in, and her nipples scarcely covered. The panties, what there was of them, matched the bustier. They were the same pink satin and fine lace, which covered her adequately at the front, but narrowed into a thong back. It was more comfortable than she thought it would be. She sat on the vanity as she pulled on the garterless stockings. The saleswoman had called them ‘stay-ups.’ Rogue hoped the spandex-reinforced lace atop them would do the trick- having to tug at them constantly would doubtlessly kill their appeal. Rogue studied herself in the mirror. She liked the way she looked…. Her skin looked as silky as the fabric she wore next to it. She pulled the matching slip from the shopping bag, and slid it over her head. It was more lace than anything else, with spaghetti straps and a hit of satin in the middle. Delicate hand-knotted lace covered her breasts, and draped alluringly over the tops of her trim thighs. It was beautiful; the kind of garment that didn’t need anything under it; but Rogue wanted layers…. She slipped on her long white satin robe and checked herself one last time in the mirror. She sighed as she looked at herself. “Well, sugah, give him what he deserves….” She slipped out of the bathroom. Gambit looked up at her; a look of curiosity passing over his face as her took in her made-up appearance. She pulled the robe tightly around her. “Petit, are you going out?” He asked. “No” Rogue murmured. She kept her back to him as she sat on her bed, and fiddled with the radio built into the bedhead. She tuned it to a modern rock station, and silently prayed that they would play something she knew… and liked. She turned slightly to face Gambit. She was silent for a moment, letting him study her. “D’ya’ know why I was mad to find you in that strip club?” She asked him. Gambit nodded, sheepish. “You t’ink Gambit a sexist pig.” “Well, that’s just a tiny part of it.” She tried to word how she felt. “Remy, I feel like we’ve had this conversation a million times in different forms. When I saw the way you looked at that stripper, I got to wondering what it was about her that appealed to you.” “Chere, she was just a pretty thing to look at” Gambit tried to explain. “So now you’re gonna tell me she meant nothin’ to ya” Rogue interjected, annoyed. Gambit searched for an answer. He looked away from her. “So, what was it, then?” she asked quietly. “What made her so sexy to you? Was it her body? Was it the way she moved and teased you?” Gambit looked back up into Rogue’s eyes. “Or did you just like touching her?” Gambits jaw dropped, incredulously. “I did not touch her!” he protested. “I didn’t lay a finger on her! How could you suggest somethin' like that?” he raged. “You touched her when you slipped money into her panties.” Gambit scoffed, but Rogue continued. “Maybe you liked the idea that you could just reach out and touch her. You didn’t have to imagine what her skin felt like. You could’ve been tempted by flesh and taken it as far as you wanted….” “Chere, why are you doin’ dis to us?” Gambit murmured, more hurt than angry. “I wouldn’t do dat’ to you. You’re the only woman I want, but I accept dat it can never happen.” “Doesn’t it frustrate you?” Rogue pressed him. “Yes, oh Lord yes” Gambit answered honestly. “Imagine what it’s like for me, then.” she said dryly. “I can’t touch you either. Or anyone else, for that matter. So instead I get to sit back and wait for the day when it gets too much for you, and you give up on us and end up in the arms of another woman.” Gambit was silent, staring at her. “I don’t know what to say, petit. I don’t know what you want me to do” “Try being me for a while” Gambit looked at her, confused. “Try not giving in to temptation, even if it seems to be the only right thing to do.” She stood, and walked across the room to him. She stopped in front of him. “Sit there, and watch. Just watch.” Gambit opened his mouth to protest, but she silenced him with a look. “If you want to make up with me, you’ll stay in that chair”Gambit nodded, fascinated. She walked back over to the radio, and turned it up. She breathed in, suddenly nervous. She listened to the music, trying to make herself move in time with it. She focused on her body; it’s feminine shape, and the sexy lingerie she was wearing. The thought of turning Gambit on, wondering how he would react, how aroused she could make him…. Rogue turned to face Gambit. She undid the robe, letting it drape open just a little. Gambit’s gaze strayed down to her body, surprised. Rogue slipped the robe off her shoulders, then let it slip onto the floor. She was loosening up, moving with the music, though her moves made her feel like she was dancing in a nightclub rather than on a stage in a strip club. Gambit’s mouth dropped open slightly, as he realized what she was doing. “Chere, don’t-“ he began to protest. Rogue leaned forward, putting her hands on the armrests of the chair he was sitting in. “Shut up and enjoy the show, Cajun” she growled. Gambit gulped nervously and sat back at her command. She moved away from him, picking up the rhythm of the music again. She ran her hands up into her hair, pulling it off her shoulder, then letting the silken strands slip down again. She swayed her hips, eyes half closed. She slid her hands down her body, cupping her breasts, diving down her flat belly to her crotch, then out over her thighs and back up again. Gambit shifted nervously in his seat as her watched her move her hands over her body. She let her fingers wander down to the hem of the chemise, and she began to draw the fine fabric up. She gathered it at her waist, rubbing the soft fabric against her skin, while exposing her panties. She slid the garment up further, exposing her bodice-clad breasts, then she pulled the slip over her head, flicking her hair back dramatically. She threw the lingerie at Gambit, who stroked it with his fingertips as he watched her svelte body. She danced and swayed sensually, watching the changes in Gambits body language, as he became increasingly aroused. Rogue dropped to Gambits feet, and got as close to him as she could. On all fours in front of him, her breast threatened to spill out of the bodice. Rogue smiled at the way the Cajun gazed upon her flesh. She took hold of the chairs armrests again, and pulled herself up. She leaned in, thrusting her bare skin as close to Gambit’s face as she dared. She wriggled in time to the music, her breasts jiggling right in front of his face. “How ya holdin’ up, Cajun?” She murmured to him. Gambit closed his eyes and drew a steadying breath. “You’re so beautiful, chere.” He whispered. He looked up at her, lust and sadness in his eyes. “Please stop now. Gambit been punished.” “I’m just getting started. Stay put” she told him without sympathy. Gambit dropped his chin, but continued to watch her. She stepped back from him, and reached back to unhook the bustier. She slowly moved it away, exposing her breasts. She continued to dance, trying not to be conscious of the way she jiggled, or how hard her nipples were getting. She ran her hands over her body again, lingering on her breasts, stroking her fingertips over her nipples. She was surprised how turned on she felt. Heat was growing between her legs. She gazed over at Gambit as subtly as she could, and was satisfied to see that he had his hands folded in his lap, trying to disguise his arousal. She ran her hands through her hair again, elongating her body and exposing her neck. She turned away from Gambit, letting him admire her firm ass in its tiny thong. She let her hair down and hooked her thumbs in the sides of the g-string. She was almost hesitant to remove it, not sure what she wanted to do once she was naked in front of him. Gambit shifted uneasily in the chair, extremely aroused. He groaned and moved his hips forward, his hard cock uncomfortably restrained by his clothing. Rogue moved towards him, grinding her hips with the music. “Dis be de longest strip tease Gambit ever seen” Gambit muttered. Rogue looked at his crotch. “Looks like you got a problem there, Cajun” She told him. Gambit closed his eyes, trying to calm himself. “Sorry, chere, but your attempts to turn me on ‘ave succeeded wonderfully” “I like it.” Rogue told him. “I’m glad I can do that to you. Get you really hot. I wish I could do something about it” she lamented. Gambit looked pained “Don’t worry about it” he said, trying to be casual. “It’ll settle down after a while” “But, it looks real serious. Maybe you ought to attend to it” she suggested. “Dat be a very private t’ing for a man to do to ‘imself, petit” Gambit explained. Rogue studied him. Gambit began to realize what she was suggesting. “Non.” He said, shaking his head. “Not in front of you.” “I want to watch you” she whispered, surprising herself. She couldn’t believe how this was unfolding. Gambit stared at her in disbelief. Rogue slipped her hands down to the thong. She was getting wet, and wanted nothing more that to feel his hands on her. But if he couldn’t have that, at least she could have his eyes on her. She wriggled out of the thong, leaving the stay-up stockings on. She knelt before him. She had never ever seen him so tense before. Very carefully, she reached towards him. She got hold of the zipper on his pants. Gambit froze. “Careful, chere” he murmured. She slowly unzipped him, careful not to touch her bare skin to any of his. She wanted to reach in and touch it. She sat back, relinquishing control to him. “I wanna see it” she whispered. Gambit was breathing harder. He sighed, and pushed his hips towards her. Hesitantly, his finished unzipping, and reached into his pants. He pulled his hard cock out. Rogues jaw dropped slightly at the sight of it. It was huge, incredibly hard and throbbing slightly. It definitely needed attention. “Oh, sugah. I’m so sorry.” She whispered. “Does it hurt?” “Not yet. But it will start to hurt….” “…If you don’t do something about it” she finished for him. Gambit nodded. “Take your shirt off” Rogue told him. “Why?” “Well, I’m naked. If we’re gonna do this together….” Gambit still looked nervous and unsure, but he didn’t argue. He reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it aside. Then he carefully reached down and pulled off his boots and pants. Rogue pulled the other chair over, and they sat naked, facing each other. Rogue studied his strong masculine body. “Do you wanna watch me?” she asked. Gambit nodded. Rogue let out a long breath, and settled back into the chair. She leaned her head back, and watched him with heavily lidded eyes. “What do you want me to do?” She asked him. Gambit contemplated her for a moment. “Touch your breasts”Rogue stroked her fingers over her nipples, keeping her eyes on his face. She moaned slightly, enjoying the sensation. Gambit was breathing hard just watching her. “Go on” she urged him. Gambit slid his right hand down to cup his balls. He gently cradled them, and his gaze slid away from Rogue. “Does that feel good?” she asked him. Gambit nodded. Rogue arched her back and continued fondling her breasts. “Touch your cock” she ordered him. Gambit swallowed nervously, then slid his hand to his shaft. Rogue licked her lips. She began to move her hands down. She moved her knees apart and stroked her thighs. She touched her fingertips against the silky wet flesh between her legs. Gambit stroked his hand down the length of his erection, and massaged the tip. He began rhythmically moving his hand up and down his cock, watching Rogue caress her clit. She pushed her fingers inside herself, moaning lightly with delight; her inhibitions all but evaporated. She watched Gambits face as he concentrated on pleasuring himself. He couldn’t look her in the eye. “Gambit, honey, look at me” she whispered. Hesitantly he met her eye. “Tell me what you’d do right now if you could touch me” Gambit smiled at her. “I’d give you a little taste of dis” He murmured, indicating his hard cock. “Is that all?” she taunted him. “Non” he said, shaking his head. “I’d come over there, and wrap your legs around me, then I’d stroke it against you. I’d touch you with my fingertips, make you wet. Then I’d slip it inside you.” Rogue’s breath caught in her throat, imagining how it would feel. She pushed her fingers in time with his rhythm. He rubbed himself harder, groaning as the pleasure intensified. “Ah can’t believe we didn’t think to try this before” Rogue said. Gambit smiled “Gambit be a shy boy, I usually wouldn’t let you see me get so vulnerable.” “I love watching you. The look in your eyes while you watch me touch myself. This is so intimate. I’m happy we found a way to be together.” “Don’t you dare tell anyone you watch Gambit play wid himself” Gambit murmured, panting. Rogue grinned wickedly at him. “Or what? How you gonna punish me?” “Oh, Gambit t'ink of a way, chere” Gambit breathed. He could hardly concentrate on speaking. He was about to come. He stroked briskly, his eyes closed. Rogue watched him get closer. Sweat glistened on his naked body, his muscles tense. Gambit began to moan and whisper something under his breath. His back arched and he grunted, thrusting his hips forward, his cock throbbing and jerking in his hand. He grunted loudly, his seed spraying up onto his bare chest and belly. He panted; leaning forward with his hands on his knees as his orgasm subsided. Rogue felt the heat of her orgasm spread though her loins. Gambit opened his eyes and watched as she brought herself to peak. Her fingers were wet with her juices; her nipples flushed and full. She leaned back in the chair and breathed hard as her body trembled. Her head rolled back and she gasped and groaned. She panted, and her body went slack. She rolled her head to the side and looked at him, a small smile on her face. They watched each other in satisfied silence for a few moments. Rogue studied Gambit. “You made a little bit of a mess there, sugah.” “Comes wid the territory.” He mumbled. Rogue lazily stood and wandered into the bathroom. She came back out and offered him the tissue box. “What” the Cajun asked in mock surprise. “You ain’t gonna clean it up for me?” Rogue gave him a knowing look. “I’ll get down there and do that if you put on my slip and give me a little song an’ dance.” Rogue taunted him. Gambit chuckled. “I may let you get away wid seeing me get myself off, but I ain’t dressing up in girly panties for your viewing pleasure….” “Damn.” Rogue lamented. “Maybe next time….” They laughed together. * * * * * Logan had bought his new blonde friend two drinks, and watched as they slowly started having an effect on her. He was enjoying himself, and was starting to think of things that he might like to do with her back in his room, when her boyfriend found them. The man approached them all puffed up and posturing for trouble, but he took one look at Logan, and all the fight went out of him. “Just keepin’ the lady company” Logan told the boyfriend. The man glowered at him, but didn’t dare say a thing. He turned back to his girlfriend and indicated that it was time to go. She smiled sympathetically at Logan over her shoulder as she went. Logan sighed. “Can’t win ‘em all.” He was horny and restless as he returned to the casino to check up on Jean. She wasn’t where he’d left her. He wandered around, unable to pick up her scent with all the smoking and sweaty bodies in the room. But he caught her familiar fragrance lingering slightly in one of the gambling hall’s small bars. She’d been there until very recently. He followed it outside quickly before it dispersed. His senses were keen and stimulated by the hunt he was on now. In the open air it was nearly impossible to follow. The scents of people mingled with the dirty city air, greasy food odors and the gritty stench of asphalt warmed by the hot day’s sun. But hers was a scent so familiar and treasured to him that he picked it up again, and began to follow it as best he could. He found himself outside the strip club. There, Jean’s scent had abruptly vanished. He stood there, puzzling over where she’d gotten to, and why she’d returned to that area. He looked up and found the bouncer staring at him. It was the same guy who’d been on the door earlier. The guy was staring at him like he recognized him and was expecting some kind of trouble. Logan turned to him. “Hey bub, you see a stunning redhead around here recently. She probably looked really out of place.” The bouncer looked at him like he was a little crazy. “Yeah. One came in here a few minutes ago.” That didn’t seem right. Jeannie must’ve gone looking for him, expecting him to be here again. “She came in with Maryanne, one of the dancers.” The bouncer added. “You better not be looking to cause trouble with them….” Logan shook his head. “The redhead’s a friend of mine.” “Sure she is.” The bouncer said with a tight smile, as Logan glowered at him and handed him the cover charge. Logan looked around the club, not seeing Jean anywhere. Her scent was impossible to detect in the dank atmosphere of the strip joint. It still seemed strange that Jean would be in here, even if she were looking for him. While he waited for his teammate to show herself, he took a set at the end of the bar and stole the occasional glance at the stripper while he continued to case the place. He wished he’d gotten to see the rest of the performance he’d been watching earlier that evening. He smiled and shook his head thinking of how that stripper had Gambit wrapped around her little finger…. * * * * Jean looked at herself in the mirror and shook her head. “I don’t know about this, Maryanne” she told her new friend. “No time to worry, Red. You’re on!” Maryanne told her, giving her a slap on the ass. Jean swore quietly as Maryanne took her arm and led her to the side of the stage. The dancer onstage was finishing her routine, stripped down to her g-string. Several notes were folded out of the top. That’s when Jean noticed the men sitting beneath the stage, enjoying an eagle’s eye view of the show. Jean shuddered at the thought of strange men touching her, putting money in her panties. The stripper grabbed her stray clothing and exited to stage. “Better play it up honey, they’re not a generous bunch tonight” she warned Jean as she passed her. “You’re up!” Maryanne told her. “If you get nervous, just close your eyes and imagine your trying to seduce someone special. Don’t think about being up on stage. And don’t forget to listen to the music!” “Gee, thanks!” Jean grumbled, as Maryanne pushed her gently out on to the stage. “Oh lord, what am I doing up here?” was the last thing Jean thought before the music started. * * * * Logan’s brow furrowed as he listened to the emcee introduce the next dancer. “All the way from the East Coast, here’s our brand-new sexy redhead, jiggling Jeannie. Make her feel welcome, boys….” His jaw dropped and hung open as the redhead came out nervously onto the stage. Had Jean lost her mind?! He stood, fearing somehow she’d been forced to do this by some unseen enemy, but he stopped as the music started, and Jean began to move. Her movements were a little self-conscious, but she quickly got into it. Her breasts were barely contained in a leopard-print bikini top that was at least a size too small. The matching skirt was split provocatively all the way up the side, and fastened at the waist with a small gold buckle. She went for the skirt first, slowly, teasingly undoing it, then letting it drop to the floor. She impressed the men below the stage with her tight ass, then knelt down before them, giving them a better view of her perky breasts. Logan couldn’t take her eyes off her. He’d never seen her move her body like that before. It was like all her inhibitions and modesty had vanished. He took slow deep breaths as he watched her, not wanting to get too aroused, but he felt his cock twitch as he looked at her magnificent body. Jean’s brow furrowed slightly. She continued writhing about on stage, but she glanced up as she moved, her eyes searching the crowd. Her heart skipped a beat when she sensed Logan. He was in the crowd, somewhere, watching her, with barely concealed lust. Panic swept through her. No one was supposed to know she was doing this! She moved over to the pole, and began writhing against it. Now that she was standing up, she had a better view. She could see Logan by the bar, watching her. His amazement was as tangible as his arousal, and Jean began to feel excited. He’d never tell anyone, she knew, so what did it matter? And he liked what he saw- so did the other patrons. Jean let the lust wash over her. She felt so free and sexy. She undid the bikini top, exposing her breasts. Her nipples were hard from her own arousal, and she ran her hands over them, and up into her thick hair. She held Logan’s eyes the entire time. She moved back down onto the stage, and wriggled over to the other men, so they could admire her. They eagerly tucked money into her g-string, while she looked over their heads at Logan. A small wicked smile played on his lips as he watched her. His cock was hard, restrained painfully by his pants, but he tried not to think about it. Jean’s song ended, and she stood again, grabbing the clothes she’d stripped out of. Maryanne was waiting for her. “You did okay.” Maryanne reassured her. Jean grabbed all the bills from her panties. “I made twenty-two bucks.” She said brightly. “No, your tits made twenty-two bucks. Work on your dancing and movement, and you could make more….” Maryanne told her with a grin. Jean chuckled; she retied the bikini top, then pushed the money into Maryanne’s hand. “Go buy yourself a drink. I have a fan to go see.” Jean told her mischievously. Jean sauntered out into the club, noticing the patron’s admiring glances, and sensing their lust. She moved over to Logan, who was still seated by the bar, trying to make his hard-on subside. Jean grabbed the arms of his chair and leaned in over him. He stared at her breasts. “Want a lapdance?” she whispered. He grinned dangerously up at her. “You’ve done enough damage for one night, miss.” He growled, indicating his hard cock. Jean chewed her lip as she stared at him. “I was that good, huh?” “You’re a natural” Logan taunted. Jean’s jaw dropped and she stared at him, almost offended. “It’s a turn-on to see a woman being so uninhibited; especially if it’s someone naturally sexy like you. You’ve got a body that could make a man’s heart stop. It’s good to see you using it….” Logan whispered. Jean inched her breasts closer to his face. He cock throbbed at the sight of her, the scent of her arousal. “We could go back to the hotel, you could give me a private show….” Logan suggested, knowing it would never happen, but he lustfully entertained the thought. Jean shook her head. “When I walk out of here, I’m back to being Jean Grey, mutant telepath. This was a one show only deal.” Logan nodded. “So why’d you do it?” “I just wanted to see how it would feel to be up there.” “And?” “It felt strange. Nerve-wracking, but sexy. I liked being able to control a room of men using just my body, not my mutant powers.” “You can control me with your body anytime you like.” Logan murmured, a wicked grin playing at the corners of his mouth. Jean pretended to frown at him. “Be careful what you wish for.” She muttered. She spun on one heel and tried to move off, but Logan grabbed her by the back of the panties. She stopped short. “Here, I almost forget to give you this….” He said, tucking the note into the waistband of the thong. Jean laughed quietly as she pulled the money from her panties. “Seeing as it’s the only tip you’ll let me give you tonight….” Logan told her wickedly. The End