Dance Class

Rogue and the girls had made a clean getaway, after getting caught ogling some of the sexier X-men. Unfortunately, the legacy of embarrassment went on and on. Everywhere the girls went, they ran into Logan, Scott, or Remy. The men regarded the girls with smug satisfaction, leaving blushes in their wake. Rogue had swallowed her pride enough. The men were getting swelled heads. They were attractive, but this was ridiculous. Rogue decided to call a meeting.

"Stop blushing at them, it's pathetic, stop it!" Rogue scolded them.

"We sorta can't help it," Jubilee said.

"Oh, yes we can," Rogue said smiling wickedly. "We certainly can."

It had been a week since the men discovered the girls watching them from the window. Logan hadn't seen the girls there since, and had made a point of removing his shirt everyday, just in case. He wondered where they all disappeared to everyday.

"What happened to our blushing audience?" Logan asked Scott as he took another swig of beer.

"Don't know," he said thoughtfully. "Remy?"

"Rogue started some class," Remy said nonchalantly. "They use the gallery every afternoon."

"Probably 'voyeur's anonymous' meetings," Scott said with a chuckle.

"Girl Scouts," Logan offered.

The trio chuckled as they enjoyed the sun and drank their beers.

Just then they spotted several boys sneaking around the bushes to look into the gallery windows. They were trying to keep from being seen, but failing miserably. Logan could hear the snickers, and knew there was more going on than some girl's club.

Scott let out a long sigh. "I think we better go break that up," he said.

Remy chuckled, "Leave them, boys will be boys, you know."

Logan didn't care either way, but his curiosity was getting the better of him. Just what was so interesting, anyway?

The trio stood up, and headed for the bushes. Bobby, John, Jamie and Peter suddenly straightened up and blushed.

"You lost?" Logan said harshly.

Four nervous teens with wide eyes shook their heads, "N-n-n-no, no sir."

"Then get lost!" he said.

The four boys took off running and didn't look back.

"So, I guess we should see what all the fuss was about," Scott said.

The trio took up the positions the boys had been in and discovered exactly what was so interesting. Rogue was teaching a dance class. Not just any dance class, mind you, that just wouldn't be Rogue enough.

"Oh My …!" Scott whispered.

"Oh, Remy been a good boy today, he surely has," Remy said appreciatively.

Logan just groaned. Where had Marie learned to move like that?

The funky East Indian music was blaring and Rogue and the girls were shaking their hips in perfect rhythm. They were all wearing bikinis with large sheer scarves tied around their waists as skirts.

"Okay, ladies, this is the hard part now, you have to ripple your stomach muscles like this," Rogue said as she demonstrated the effect for the class. "Don't forget to keep the hip movement going at the same time."

A room full of barely dressed girls quickly picked up the complicated belly dancing movements. Rogue decided that the basics were all learned, and it was time to move on to the next lesson. The 'teach the men a lesson,' -er lesson.

Rogue turned off the music and put in a different CD. She was careful not to look at the window; she didn't want to give this away just yet.

"Ladies, places if you please," Rogue said.

The girls all took positions for their master plan. The music started, it was just African drums, and very provocative to dance to.

"All right, here we go," Rogue said, trying not to smile.

Three shocked men stood in a trance staring at the class. They knew they should leave, or at least feel bad for watching. These were teenagers.

"Where did Rogue learn to belly dance?" Scott asked. Jean would absolutely kill him if she could see him standing here practically drooling.

"Remy don't care," Gambit said. He couldn't decide who to watch so his eyes perused the whole group. "Remy likes dis new class," he added with a wicked smile.

Logan didn't say a word; he just stared at Marie's gyrating hips and smiled wickedly. He'd never seen her brave enough to expose so much skin. He stifled a feral growl that threatened to escape his lips and forever label him a pervert for getting so excited watching jailbait dance.

So there they were, three drooling men, and they never saw it coming.

"All right ladies," Rogue shouted over the music, "let them have a real good look."

The whole class turned to the window where the three men were standing. They then proceeded to do the most sinfully provocative bump and grind version of belly dancing that the men had ever seen, as they slowly waltzed up to the window.

The men stood there like deer caught in headlights. Scott dropped his beer. Remy pressed himself closer to the window, and Logan's cigar fell right out of his mouth. It took several minutes for them to realize, this wasn't a vivid fantasy. The girls stopped right in front of the window, waved, and then left with their noses in the air.

Three men winced. They had been caught.

"Well, it is better to have looked and lost, than never to have looked at all…" Remy said with a sigh and a smile.

"Shut up, Gumbo," Logan rasped. He was in desperate need of a cold shower.

"We…we've been caught," Scott said, suddenly sick to his stomach.

Logan gave the whole situation a moment of thought. "No," Logan said as a smile found its way to his face. "We've been set up."

On the way out of the gallery, Rogue spotted her accomplices. She reached into her bag and pulled out four five dollar bills. She handed one each to Bobby, John, Jamie and Peter.

"Thanks guys, I owe you one," she said as she headed to her room.

"Hey," John said brightly, "You can keep the five if you promise to let us sit in on your next class."