He eyed them with careful awareness as they both made themselves comfortable on the small bar's stools. The salty air was picking up their delicious scent and bringing it to his fully functional nostrils.
And damn if Sabretooth's legendary nose couldn't distinguish the odour of two especially hot chicks, like those he prayed upon right now.
Bringing his hand to his hair, he made sure that no strand of his blondish wolf-like hair wasn't poking out. Good, he wouldn't have to give them a cow-lick in front of everybody. Such a thing could always even the easiest attempt on flirting.
He could see that the blonde one was throwing him a look once in a while. He should have expected that, he was so irresistible, after all. The chick's eyes were fixed on his hairy chest, clearly visible through the worn-out wife-beater he wore.
"I can't help it if I'm so manly" he thought to himself, and his lungs got full of air for a few seconds, his chest proudly inflated with air.
The other chick crossed her thin legs Basic Instinct-style, pretending that she didn't notice giving him better access to her thighs that way. Her lips were sensually fixed around the head of the orangeade bottle she was consuming at the time.
Letting the bottle go, a single drop of orange juice escaped her lips and trickled down her chin. As it dropped off her face, it splashed gloriously on her breast and got lost somewhere under the band of her skimpy top.
Then the blonde was the one to make the next move. She picked up the small piece of rubber that kept her hair in a ponytail, and soon golden strands of hair were swinging around her face in a slow-motion. Her pouting lips were visible through the hair flying around, so the blonde was totally taking the form of a wild animal.
It was highly obvious. The two chicks were competing over which one would take him as a prize and go upstairs to do the bouncy-bouncy.
Victor Creed liked the blonde one a bit more, but this vacation he had taken some time off to take were supposed to be for fun, not geeky relaxing.
"Then why not a threesome" he thought to himself and formed a predatory smile.
He approached the chicks with confidence and made sure that he had their attention, as his large shadow had hidden the sun from both of them now.
"Don't fight ladies...I think you can share me for tonight. If you don't mind of course." Then he pulled the trick with the trademark irresistible grin of the Creeds. The prey must have fallen.
Lola and Michelle both looked with a bewildered expression the unknown man who had mistaken them for whores. Having read his lips, they were perfectly aware of what he said. Lola used her hands to pass up her message at the brunette beside her.
"What the hell? Did he say what I think that he said?"
"A rather bad way to come on to a woman. Especially when he's another one of those guys who came on a 'mute-only' cruise without being mute at all!"
"And he's not even cute, like the other guy! Look at him! Hair all over! Must a be a damned mutie!" Lola answered back, flames coming out of her nostrils.
"I think we shouldn't ignore this one, dear Lola. He took us for whores! Orgying whores!"
Victor was somewhat worried when he smelt anything else than arousal on the chicks' behaviour. He smelt anger, frustration...and bloodlust.
He should have reacted a lot earlier, but he was somewhat shocked when the two hotties grabbed their bags and ruthlessly assaulted him.
Surprised at the nerve and the force with which the helpless chicks attacked him, he tried to avoid being severely hit by the rather heavy bags and he eventually found himself surrounded, his back on the upper deck's gratings.
The brunette managed to bitchslap him when he was focused on the incoming attack of the blonde's pinkish bag, so he lost his balance and was thrown over board.
As the two mute bimbos couldn't hear the big 'splash' coming from sea level below them, they could only assume that the hairy sexual assaulter had joined the fish.
"One mutie less...not that I'm a bigot or something, but suddenly I feel much better! I'm even in the mood to go to the karaoke lounge and watch the wannabe singers spill their guts out while trying to sing. What about you, dear?"
"I'm in. Just wanna forget about the mental image I made up. Think about the smell of that guy's wet fur as soon as he reaches the shores of Spain..."
Logan sat up on his bed as soon as he was sure that his healing factor had wiped away all the bruises from his aching bottom.
He growled at himself in frustration, pissed at the fact that nobody was there to share his pain with (by taking his anger on him of course). Damn Bobby/Robbie/whatever his name currently is had gone out with his doofus chick as soon as they had brought Logan back on his bed to heal.
As for Jubilee, she stayed a little longer with Logan and then remembered that she had a date to attend...one with a bi guy she had met back at "Rectum". According to Logan, meeting a guy at a gay bar was definitely not the ideal way for a girl to enact a romantic relationship. But he had no time to meddle with that relationship too, since he now had to deal with the aftermath of one of his most humiliating experiences in his (known) life.
A white bunny had spanked him to a pulp.
He had now taken the whole case very personally, and not just because of the fact that Jean would kill him, wait for him to heal and then kill him again, if he did nothing to prevent Bobby's incoming emotional letdown. He didn't even feel anything personal against the omnipotent little bugger that beat him.
But he just had to get Evita out of Popsicle's life. The damn bitch was going to pay dearly.
Jubilee was sitting on a bench at the upper deck and was making out with the cute guy she had met at the bar the last night, trying to forget all about Bobby's new girlfriend and the inevitable pain that awaited her back at the mansion when Jean would find out about this.
And to think that Jubilee had come along for the cruise to forget about other people's love life in the first place. She was kinda sick of being around Paige and her sugar daddy (a.k.a. Warren), but she didn't want to show her disapproval about this relationship and the age gap between them, because Paige would just say that she was jealous and that she needed to get herself a boyfriend too. So she just kept her mouth shut all that time and pretended to understand. But keeping your mouth shut always costs you some of your inner peace. Not to mention Angelo's death, who had happened so quickly and silently, with no much fanfare as happened in other people's deaths.
So, Jubilee got herself on the S.S. Lamancha and in order to forget about all these difficulties and get away for a while, just what Bobby needed too, and thus found herself into new trouble.
Now, however, she could live a 'love boat' affair, just like in her favourite film "Titanic".
Realising that with all that thinking she still hadn't forgot about her troubles, and that she was nowhere near lost in the current kiss, Jubilee unstuck her face from the other guy's lips.
"What's your name?" yeah, she had forgotten to ask him that one.
"Jack" he responded with an honest grin, before resuming to kiss her.
Jack...hey, that was too much like a Titanic deja-vu! But at least she hadn't met the guy while threatening to jump off the upper deck; neither was she a stuck-up aristocrat girl. He had met her at a gay bar just last night, so he was pretty much off the Titanic cliche.
They had chatted a bit that night before Logan entered the bar with a scary look in his eyes, and that was when the bi guy had withdrawn his presence toward the tables in the background.
When Logan was too drunk to comprehend that a possible boyfriend for Jubilee was around, the guy had returned and they chatted a bit more. Then they agreed to meet again in a less public place.
She knew that Logan wouldn't approve of that relationship, but he had his hands full with the whole Robbie situation right now...
She wasn't really that much into that Jack fella either, but what he had revealed during their chat last night had intrigued her and she had finally come up with a plan. One that could help out and eventually resolve their cruising problems...
Bobby- uhm, Robbie, was once more leaning against the grating at the far back of the ship, once more on the upper deck.
This time however, he was not alone. And he didn't need to look at the froth produced by the boat's propel. That was because he his own girlfriend with him and therefore he had better things to do than stare at the stupid sea...like kissing Evita and worshipping every inch of her neckline with untold hunger.
That woman had something enchanting on her. Robbie was now a slave for her, a helpless victim draped on her clutches.
And he knew it.
But he also knew that he couldn't help it. He was glad to be enslaved to that woman. She was everything he could wish for. Every single inch of her seemed to be created especially for him.
So he just dipped himself into her arms again, totally unaware (and indifferent) of the spectacle the two of them offered at the other people hanging out close to them.
At the same time, an old woman near them somehow let her purse loose and it fell off her hands, making a gel on the floor and falling off the boat as well, heading for a dip into the ocean.
"Crap!" The old lady exclaimed in surprise and used her mutant powers in a desperate attempt to fetch her purse in time. However, the web she shot toward the falling purse missed it by a few inches, and the purse with all its contents (I.D., credit cards and Brad Pitt naked photos) ended up splashing into the cold water and making its way down to the bottom of the sea...
"Fuckin shit! Someone must have jinxed me!" the foul-mouthed old hag resulted in frustration.
And damn if Sabretooth's legendary nose couldn't distinguish the odour of two especially hot chicks, like those he prayed upon right now.
Bringing his hand to his hair, he made sure that no strand of his blondish wolf-like hair wasn't poking out. Good, he wouldn't have to give them a cow-lick in front of everybody. Such a thing could always even the easiest attempt on flirting.
He could see that the blonde one was throwing him a look once in a while. He should have expected that, he was so irresistible, after all. The chick's eyes were fixed on his hairy chest, clearly visible through the worn-out wife-beater he wore.
"I can't help it if I'm so manly" he thought to himself, and his lungs got full of air for a few seconds, his chest proudly inflated with air.
The other chick crossed her thin legs Basic Instinct-style, pretending that she didn't notice giving him better access to her thighs that way. Her lips were sensually fixed around the head of the orangeade bottle she was consuming at the time.
Letting the bottle go, a single drop of orange juice escaped her lips and trickled down her chin. As it dropped off her face, it splashed gloriously on her breast and got lost somewhere under the band of her skimpy top.
Then the blonde was the one to make the next move. She picked up the small piece of rubber that kept her hair in a ponytail, and soon golden strands of hair were swinging around her face in a slow-motion. Her pouting lips were visible through the hair flying around, so the blonde was totally taking the form of a wild animal.
It was highly obvious. The two chicks were competing over which one would take him as a prize and go upstairs to do the bouncy-bouncy.
Victor Creed liked the blonde one a bit more, but this vacation he had taken some time off to take were supposed to be for fun, not geeky relaxing.
"Then why not a threesome" he thought to himself and formed a predatory smile.
He approached the chicks with confidence and made sure that he had their attention, as his large shadow had hidden the sun from both of them now.
"Don't fight ladies...I think you can share me for tonight. If you don't mind of course." Then he pulled the trick with the trademark irresistible grin of the Creeds. The prey must have fallen.
Lola and Michelle both looked with a bewildered expression the unknown man who had mistaken them for whores. Having read his lips, they were perfectly aware of what he said. Lola used her hands to pass up her message at the brunette beside her.
"What the hell? Did he say what I think that he said?"
"A rather bad way to come on to a woman. Especially when he's another one of those guys who came on a 'mute-only' cruise without being mute at all!"
"And he's not even cute, like the other guy! Look at him! Hair all over! Must a be a damned mutie!" Lola answered back, flames coming out of her nostrils.
"I think we shouldn't ignore this one, dear Lola. He took us for whores! Orgying whores!"
Victor was somewhat worried when he smelt anything else than arousal on the chicks' behaviour. He smelt anger, frustration...and bloodlust.
He should have reacted a lot earlier, but he was somewhat shocked when the two hotties grabbed their bags and ruthlessly assaulted him.
Surprised at the nerve and the force with which the helpless chicks attacked him, he tried to avoid being severely hit by the rather heavy bags and he eventually found himself surrounded, his back on the upper deck's gratings.
The brunette managed to bitchslap him when he was focused on the incoming attack of the blonde's pinkish bag, so he lost his balance and was thrown over board.
As the two mute bimbos couldn't hear the big 'splash' coming from sea level below them, they could only assume that the hairy sexual assaulter had joined the fish.
"One mutie less...not that I'm a bigot or something, but suddenly I feel much better! I'm even in the mood to go to the karaoke lounge and watch the wannabe singers spill their guts out while trying to sing. What about you, dear?"
"I'm in. Just wanna forget about the mental image I made up. Think about the smell of that guy's wet fur as soon as he reaches the shores of Spain..."
Logan sat up on his bed as soon as he was sure that his healing factor had wiped away all the bruises from his aching bottom.
He growled at himself in frustration, pissed at the fact that nobody was there to share his pain with (by taking his anger on him of course). Damn Bobby/Robbie/whatever his name currently is had gone out with his doofus chick as soon as they had brought Logan back on his bed to heal.
As for Jubilee, she stayed a little longer with Logan and then remembered that she had a date to attend...one with a bi guy she had met back at "Rectum". According to Logan, meeting a guy at a gay bar was definitely not the ideal way for a girl to enact a romantic relationship. But he had no time to meddle with that relationship too, since he now had to deal with the aftermath of one of his most humiliating experiences in his (known) life.
A white bunny had spanked him to a pulp.
He had now taken the whole case very personally, and not just because of the fact that Jean would kill him, wait for him to heal and then kill him again, if he did nothing to prevent Bobby's incoming emotional letdown. He didn't even feel anything personal against the omnipotent little bugger that beat him.
But he just had to get Evita out of Popsicle's life. The damn bitch was going to pay dearly.
Jubilee was sitting on a bench at the upper deck and was making out with the cute guy she had met at the bar the last night, trying to forget all about Bobby's new girlfriend and the inevitable pain that awaited her back at the mansion when Jean would find out about this.
And to think that Jubilee had come along for the cruise to forget about other people's love life in the first place. She was kinda sick of being around Paige and her sugar daddy (a.k.a. Warren), but she didn't want to show her disapproval about this relationship and the age gap between them, because Paige would just say that she was jealous and that she needed to get herself a boyfriend too. So she just kept her mouth shut all that time and pretended to understand. But keeping your mouth shut always costs you some of your inner peace. Not to mention Angelo's death, who had happened so quickly and silently, with no much fanfare as happened in other people's deaths.
So, Jubilee got herself on the S.S. Lamancha and in order to forget about all these difficulties and get away for a while, just what Bobby needed too, and thus found herself into new trouble.
Now, however, she could live a 'love boat' affair, just like in her favourite film "Titanic".
Realising that with all that thinking she still hadn't forgot about her troubles, and that she was nowhere near lost in the current kiss, Jubilee unstuck her face from the other guy's lips.
"What's your name?" yeah, she had forgotten to ask him that one.
"Jack" he responded with an honest grin, before resuming to kiss her.
Jack...hey, that was too much like a Titanic deja-vu! But at least she hadn't met the guy while threatening to jump off the upper deck; neither was she a stuck-up aristocrat girl. He had met her at a gay bar just last night, so he was pretty much off the Titanic cliche.
They had chatted a bit that night before Logan entered the bar with a scary look in his eyes, and that was when the bi guy had withdrawn his presence toward the tables in the background.
When Logan was too drunk to comprehend that a possible boyfriend for Jubilee was around, the guy had returned and they chatted a bit more. Then they agreed to meet again in a less public place.
She knew that Logan wouldn't approve of that relationship, but he had his hands full with the whole Robbie situation right now...
She wasn't really that much into that Jack fella either, but what he had revealed during their chat last night had intrigued her and she had finally come up with a plan. One that could help out and eventually resolve their cruising problems...
Bobby- uhm, Robbie, was once more leaning against the grating at the far back of the ship, once more on the upper deck.
This time however, he was not alone. And he didn't need to look at the froth produced by the boat's propel. That was because he his own girlfriend with him and therefore he had better things to do than stare at the stupid sea...like kissing Evita and worshipping every inch of her neckline with untold hunger.
That woman had something enchanting on her. Robbie was now a slave for her, a helpless victim draped on her clutches.
And he knew it.
But he also knew that he couldn't help it. He was glad to be enslaved to that woman. She was everything he could wish for. Every single inch of her seemed to be created especially for him.
So he just dipped himself into her arms again, totally unaware (and indifferent) of the spectacle the two of them offered at the other people hanging out close to them.
At the same time, an old woman near them somehow let her purse loose and it fell off her hands, making a gel on the floor and falling off the boat as well, heading for a dip into the ocean.
"Crap!" The old lady exclaimed in surprise and used her mutant powers in a desperate attempt to fetch her purse in time. However, the web she shot toward the falling purse missed it by a few inches, and the purse with all its contents (I.D., credit cards and Brad Pitt naked photos) ended up splashing into the cold water and making its way down to the bottom of the sea...
"Fuckin shit! Someone must have jinxed me!" the foul-mouthed old hag resulted in frustration.