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A Hotel
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The clicks of Ororo's black stiletto heels were the only sounds to be heard as she strutted down the marble tiled hallway of the hotel. Stopping just short of the ballroom entrance, her tall, slender body framed the doorway. She was dressed to kill--wearing a corseted black dress that had sheer layers flowing down her smooth brown legs, stopping just above her calves. Ororo even decided to be a little adventurous on this mission and wear a sleek black wig that fell to her shoulders in a layered look that framed her face allowing her crystal blue eyes to peer out.
Ororo entered the ballroom and carefully scanned the room. Her focus on the mission was temporarily disrupted when she noticed the dancefloor filled with drunken partygoers all dancing, rather badly, to terrible music played by a live band. When the band paused to begin another song, she returned her focus to the task at hand. It sounded easy enough when the Professor briefed her on it two weeks ago. All she had to do was to copy and destroy some files from a mutant hate group called the DOAM--Destruction of All Mutants. Apparently they weren't as bad as the FOH, but Logan's words came back to her:
"Just get the files and get outa there darlin'. They might not be as tough as those FOH bastards, but don't underestimate 'em".
She would have preferred to have someone else with her but the team was stretched thin, being that everyone else had their own missions to complete.
Ororo repeated in her mind over and over again, 'Just get in and get out. That's all.'
As Ororo surveyed the room she saw that there were two guards at every doorway and one at the elevator. She coolly strutted through the crowd almost as is she was a fashion model strutting down the catwalk. Giving occasional glances about the room, she couldn't see who it was but she felt someone watching her...almost stalking her. This feeling unnerved her, but she had to keep her mind on the mission. Looking dead ahead at the guard by the elevator, strands of hair from her black wig crossed her face, making her look not only exotic, but incredibly mysterious as well. The guard spotted this femme fatale coming towards and immediately looked a little flushed as her piercing blue eyes bore into him.
"Excuse me, but do you think you could help me," putting on her best damsel in distress voice, "there is a man on the other side of the room who's been following me all night. Do you think you could scare him away for me?" she pleaded, looking up at him with big, doe eyes while slightly biting her fingertip.
The guard took a big gulp, he couldn't believe that such a beautiful woman would actually be flirting with him. Being a rather large man, bald, and not very attractive, he hadn't exactly had much luck with women.
"See he's right over there", Ororo pointed to a young gentlemen she didn't even know.
Reluctantly taking his eyes away from her he looked to where she pointed. He saw the guy and looked back at Ororo, still staring at him with desperation in her eyes. He couldn't resist her.
"Alright Miss. Just wait right here and I'll take care of him for ya". He patted her gently on the shoulder.
"Oh, thank you so much", she said gratefully as she traced the lapel of navy blazer with her finger, implying that he would get something in return when he came back.
The guard started off towards the man, taking one last lingering look at her. Ororo gave a slight wave with a flick of her wrist, flashed him a smile, and gazed into his eyes with a seductive stare. The guard turned and waded his way through the crowd, leaving Ororo alone and the elevator unprotected.
Ororo looked around to assure no one was watching her, then slyly entered the elevator. She quickly pressed the button for the fourth floor and stood with her back against the gold railing that lined the back of the elevator.
'Men are so easy', she thought to herself.
But as she watched the doors close, she caught a glimpse of what she thought was something familiar...a man with auburn hair. He was dressed in an all black suit, black shirt, and a dark red tie. She stared intently at him, barely seeing the side of face before the doors closed taking her up to fourth floor. Once again her nerves were on edge. Something just didn't feel right and she couldn't figure out what it was.
It seemed like forever before the elevator reached the fourth floor. Ororo looked at herself in the mirrored doors of the elevator. From behind the tresses of her dark wig, all she could see was a look of dread in her eyes. The elevator gave a ring as it stopped. Ororo took a deep breath and shook off her doubts. She had a mission to do and nothing was going to stop her. But in the back of her mind she kept wondering:
'Goddess, who was that?'
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Alrighty, hope ya'll liked that one too. Things get really good in the next chapter which will be up soon.
A Hotel
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The clicks of Ororo's black stiletto heels were the only sounds to be heard as she strutted down the marble tiled hallway of the hotel. Stopping just short of the ballroom entrance, her tall, slender body framed the doorway. She was dressed to kill--wearing a corseted black dress that had sheer layers flowing down her smooth brown legs, stopping just above her calves. Ororo even decided to be a little adventurous on this mission and wear a sleek black wig that fell to her shoulders in a layered look that framed her face allowing her crystal blue eyes to peer out.
Ororo entered the ballroom and carefully scanned the room. Her focus on the mission was temporarily disrupted when she noticed the dancefloor filled with drunken partygoers all dancing, rather badly, to terrible music played by a live band. When the band paused to begin another song, she returned her focus to the task at hand. It sounded easy enough when the Professor briefed her on it two weeks ago. All she had to do was to copy and destroy some files from a mutant hate group called the DOAM--Destruction of All Mutants. Apparently they weren't as bad as the FOH, but Logan's words came back to her:
"Just get the files and get outa there darlin'. They might not be as tough as those FOH bastards, but don't underestimate 'em".
She would have preferred to have someone else with her but the team was stretched thin, being that everyone else had their own missions to complete.
Ororo repeated in her mind over and over again, 'Just get in and get out. That's all.'
As Ororo surveyed the room she saw that there were two guards at every doorway and one at the elevator. She coolly strutted through the crowd almost as is she was a fashion model strutting down the catwalk. Giving occasional glances about the room, she couldn't see who it was but she felt someone watching her...almost stalking her. This feeling unnerved her, but she had to keep her mind on the mission. Looking dead ahead at the guard by the elevator, strands of hair from her black wig crossed her face, making her look not only exotic, but incredibly mysterious as well. The guard spotted this femme fatale coming towards and immediately looked a little flushed as her piercing blue eyes bore into him.
"Excuse me, but do you think you could help me," putting on her best damsel in distress voice, "there is a man on the other side of the room who's been following me all night. Do you think you could scare him away for me?" she pleaded, looking up at him with big, doe eyes while slightly biting her fingertip.
The guard took a big gulp, he couldn't believe that such a beautiful woman would actually be flirting with him. Being a rather large man, bald, and not very attractive, he hadn't exactly had much luck with women.
"See he's right over there", Ororo pointed to a young gentlemen she didn't even know.
Reluctantly taking his eyes away from her he looked to where she pointed. He saw the guy and looked back at Ororo, still staring at him with desperation in her eyes. He couldn't resist her.
"Alright Miss. Just wait right here and I'll take care of him for ya". He patted her gently on the shoulder.
"Oh, thank you so much", she said gratefully as she traced the lapel of navy blazer with her finger, implying that he would get something in return when he came back.
The guard started off towards the man, taking one last lingering look at her. Ororo gave a slight wave with a flick of her wrist, flashed him a smile, and gazed into his eyes with a seductive stare. The guard turned and waded his way through the crowd, leaving Ororo alone and the elevator unprotected.
Ororo looked around to assure no one was watching her, then slyly entered the elevator. She quickly pressed the button for the fourth floor and stood with her back against the gold railing that lined the back of the elevator.
'Men are so easy', she thought to herself.
But as she watched the doors close, she caught a glimpse of what she thought was something familiar...a man with auburn hair. He was dressed in an all black suit, black shirt, and a dark red tie. She stared intently at him, barely seeing the side of face before the doors closed taking her up to fourth floor. Once again her nerves were on edge. Something just didn't feel right and she couldn't figure out what it was.
It seemed like forever before the elevator reached the fourth floor. Ororo looked at herself in the mirrored doors of the elevator. From behind the tresses of her dark wig, all she could see was a look of dread in her eyes. The elevator gave a ring as it stopped. Ororo took a deep breath and shook off her doubts. She had a mission to do and nothing was going to stop her. But in the back of her mind she kept wondering:
'Goddess, who was that?'
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Alrighty, hope ya'll liked that one too. Things get really good in the next chapter which will be up soon.