All right,a new fic. Whatever. Anyways, this fic is about a woman who can control certain men, and she uses her mutant gifts for bad deeds. And she has her eyes set on the X-men guys. How will the female X-men help them? Or will it have to be a battle of the sexes? Please review and send in any suggestions.

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Bayville High School was just as busy as ever. It was almost time for the last bell, making the students anxious. The X-men were situated in their different classrooms, all dreading the danger room session they had scheduled for after dinner.

It had only been a month ago that they had battled Apocalypse, and won. But eventually, almost everyone in Bayville had forgotten that they had saved the world. But the mutant hatred had lessened. Most of the other people just didn't say anything or look at the X-men, which was in their opinion, better than being persecuted or disregarded.

Scott Summers closed up his books and piled them in his backpack as the last three minutes of the Friday school day ticked away. He had to get home fast because of his date with Jean. He needed plenty of time to prepare.

The bell rang finally, and Scott was glad most of his riders were in the room. Rogue, Kurt, and Amara were all waiting with him. Scott waited at his locker as Jean joined him.

"I'm really looking forward to our date, but please don't say anything. Kitty's onto something and you know how she gets." Jean pleaded, glancing over at the approaching Kitty.

"Sure thing Jean, whatever you want." He replied. Jean's gaze shifted at him, and she gave him a warm smile.

"Hey guys, what's up?" Kitty asked brightly, as Jean tried to pretend she hadn't heard the question. Scott snatched his car keys out of his pocket, and slammed his locker shut. Kitty quickly followed the escaping couple. "Don't like, keep me out of the loop."

"Don't worry Kitty about it Kitty." Jean remarked, hoping to get the girl to stop interrogating her. Kitty shrugged her shoulders, as she followed them.

Amara, Kurt, and Rogue were already in the car, waiting for Scott and the others. Jean took the front seat, as Scott sat down in the driver's seat, putting the key in ignition. Kitty saw her opportunity, and phased right in between Scott and Jean, sitting in the small seat between them. Both Scott and Jean gave her a look, but then the car started.

"Don't mind me, just keep having your conversation."

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Scott parked his car quickly in the garage. Everyone else but Jean quickly escaped into the mansion, even Kitty. Jean smiled at Scott as she got out.

"Seven thirty, right?" She asked cheerfully.

"Right." Scott answered before pulling back out. He had to check some places for the date, to make sure everything was in order.

Exiting the mansion gates, Scott put on speed, trying to make quick time, even though he had about four hours.

The busy streets of Bayville were as busy as ever, so Scott had to wait in traffic.

Of course I shoulder have expected this, he thought gloomy. But then he noticed a sign in a window of a building that attracted his attention. Scott turned the car off the road and parked in the plaza, quickly getting out to read the sign. Skimming through it, he read some of it out loud.

"Male models needed. Ages sixteen to twenty five. No personal experience, just brawn. Great pay. Sign up inside." Scott finished reading, and thought about it.

I do need a job, and getting it might impress Jean. I just hope the employers are mutant-friendly. Scott decided to step inside and find out.

The room he was in was large and vast, with a low ceiling, and different equipment and things all around. It was chilly, but filled with sunshine. Florescent lights illuminated the room, but it seemed like no one was there.

"Hello? I'm here for the modeling job." Scott stated, but no one answered him. The teen mutant started to investigate the room, looking at all the different things.

"So you're here for the job?" A female voice behind Scott asked. He turned around to face a tall woman in her early twenties, with shoulder length brown hair, and bright blue eyes. The woman smiled sweetly at Scott, and took a few steps toward him. "Just sign that form over there please." The woman answered, pointing at a small table. Scott nodded and walked over to it, picking up a pen and filling out a white sheet of questions.

The teen mutant started to fill out the form, when he felt a hand slide up along the back of his sweatshirt.

"Hey!" Scott yelled, spinning around to face the woman. A playful smile played across her lips.

"Oops." Was all she answered with.

"I don't know if this job is for me." Scott started, thinking about Jean. Before he could move though, the woman's hands moved up the front of his sweatshirt, and up to his cheeks. Scott softly grabbed the woman's wrist and lifted her arms away from him. "I have to go." Scott remarked, turning on his heel, and starting toward the door.

"Strip down to your boxers now!" The woman ordered. Scott spun around with a bewildered look on his face.

"What?!" He shouted. The woman closed the distance between them quickly, and a purplish gas started to fume around her hand. She placed it on Scott's cheek, and suddenly he gave her a happy look. The gas disappeared, and the woman stepped back.

"Strip down to your boxers." The woman ordered. Scott smiled and yanked off his sweatshirt, and then pulled off his T-shirt. He quickly slipped off his shoes and pulled off his socks, followed by taking off his pants. The teen mutant stood there, only in his boxers. "Hmmm." The woman whispered, inspecting him. She ran her hand across his chest and then on his shoulder. "Well, you're obviously very fit for this job. Get dressed and go to the back room. I shall call you soon for a task." Scott answered the woman's order, pulling his clothes back on. Then he followed the woman's gaze to a door, and entered it, shutting the door behind him.

The woman laughed to herself, as she picked up Scott's form.

"Scott Summers, age eighteen. Well Mr. Summers, I'd have to say you have passed your job interview." The woman laughed again before setting the form down. "Now all I have to do is find a few more guys, and my army will be complete." The woman remarked, and then exited the building, leaving behind a patiently waiting Scott Summers.

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