Logan and Jubilee entered the dark lab wearingly. The end of the descending stairs had lead them into total darkness that surrounded them threateningly, making it impossible to see beyond your...irises.
"Logan, aren't you supposed to use your 'animalistic lore' or something in here? We can't possibly find the Seductress like that!" Jubilee exclaimed in irritation.
"I'm not the one with the 'light powers'." Logan commented very sarcastically.
"Oops" she said, before reflexively switching on the lights on her hands. The light she provided then revealed something that none of them expected.
"Hey, look, there's a light switch right by the door we came in! Who would believe that?" Jubes commented ironically...to herself, of course. She then proceeded to turn the lights on.
With the room illuminated, the magnificent duo could now look around for the robotic saviour that would save their hides from an infuriated Phoenix in the hypothetical future.
But no robot was around. Only the classic stuff someone would find in a non-mad scientist's lab, like boring chemistry sets, boring dusty science books, boring sheet-covered things and boring Carmen Electra dead bodies.
Hey, wait a minute....
"Is that really Carmen Electra?" Jubilee said while poking the soulless Carmen Electra body. "OH MY GOD!!! It IS Carmen Electra! And she's dead! Wolvie, do something!!!"
Wolverine was the best at what he does, and doing C.P.R. to hot Baywatch babes was one of his specialties. He grabbed the limp big-boobed body and brought his lips to hers.
He kept breathing into her not responding lungs for the next six minutes, and it was then that Jubilee finally interrupted him, because it was just then that she had come up with something clever to say.
"Wolvie, you can stop now. She's dead. Keep doing this for another minute and you'll be officially considered a necrophiliac."
"NO! She can't be dead! Nobody escapes Wolverine's special C.P.R treatment! You've got a life to live out there, lady!" he kept on, turning his attention to the dead body. "You can't die on me! You can't!"
"Gee, Wolvie, you sound too much like George Clooney back on his E.R. days now. Cut it out, it's creepy!"
Wolverine readied himself to snarl at the girl, but his left hand, that was holding Carmen's head safely, touched something at the back of her neck. A hard little projecting thing, like a button.
"What the...?" he pushed the button before finishing his comment, and the cyborg with Carmen Electra's smouldering appearance surged into life.
"I'm waiting for orders, boss" she said, giving him a slutty smile. "I guess I won't have to seduce you, right? I'm already in your arms, after all."
"She's the Seductress?" Jubilee asked in astonishment. "Oh, yeah, I had mentioned she's an android...a cyborg."
"Damn right I am," Carmen Electra's robotic look-alike responded. "Complete with a spicy attitude and all."
"What's with the resemblance to a celebrity? Why this specific celebrity?" Logan questioned.
"Well, not many men would resist to this form, right? And by having this specific appearance, nobody will question the fakeness of my boobs." she said, hugging herself and pointing up the aforementioned boobs.
"We'd like to know something more of you..." Logan began to say, but got interrupted by Jubilee.
"...but we really have to get back at the matter on hand. We want you to seduce a friend of ours." she said in a professional manner, like talking business with someone.
"Well you did come to the right person...sorry, robot. I'm the Seductress 3000, but clients call me Carmen. For obvious reasons." she shot them a sardonic smile.
"Nice to meet you Carmen. How come you didn't ask anything about the man that made you? Jack?" Jubilee was still curious that the robot hadn't yet demanded to take orders straight from her creator.
"Who gives a damn about the fella. He's weird. Always keeping me shut and away from action...I just wanna do what I'm created to do, and he wouldn't let me. I hope he's tied to a bed right now and being spanked. That bastard." she really seemed pissed off, considering that she was a robot with no real personality.
"You're half right about the bed thing..." Jubilee began to say, but quickly interrupted herself. That would be too much information.
"Well, I should be off and doing what I'm supposed to do. Any orders?" the robot asked in an extremely professional way.
"Yeah, we want you to do your thing to a friend of ours...he could use your "special treatment". He's infatuated to a skanky bitch right now, a woman that can only bring trouble upon him. We want you to make him see his mistakes and bring him out of this situation. Got it?" Jubilee gave the closest thing to 'orders' that she could make up.
"How am I supposed to know who he is? Got pictures of him?" Carmen asked while adjusting her boobs in their tiny, constrictive bra.
"Yeah. Here." Jubes spent a few minutes searching through her pockets, eventually fishing out a photo of Bobby grimacing to the camera. She handed the photo to the slutty cyborg.
"Aha. Cute." Carmen commented. "Always easier when the client is handsome."
"I never realised that a machine could achieve a taste in men." Logan commented, unsure if the robot was just joking.
"You would be surprised at what technology can achieve for a 'machine' nowadays..." the robot answered back. "We're a bit alike, the two of us, you know...We both are metal on the inside..." saying those words, Carmen hastily made her exit, licking her lips suggestively at Logan.
"Well, let's hope she's really as capable as she sounds...Bobby might be free within the next few hours, if what she said is true" Jubilee said to Logan, who was still looking the way the cyborg left the room.
As both Jubilee and Logan ascended the stairs that had previously led him to the lab, they heard some muffled sounds from Jack's bed's direction.
Jack was still tied to his own bed, but he was now muffled as well and some large bruises were visible on his thighs. His eyes were looking in panic towards Jubilee, pleading her to untie him, like he had something important to say.
"What the hell? Who did this to him? Wolvie...?" she turned her head towards her mentor. He just shot her a sarcastic look again.
"How should I know? Let's untie him and let him tell us himself!" he shot at her and then proceeded to rip Jack's restraints off.
"How did you let her go!?!? Carmen was not supposed to escape this lab! You jerks! You...you..."
"Shut up, bub. The girl had told you we needed the Seductress 3000 for a little job of ours. What's your problem now?"
"You...you imbecile jerks! You don't know what you've done, do you? You have just-"
A loud stomping noise, one that resembled the stomping of a whole bunch of rhinos, could suddenly be heard from a distance. A slight, but still indecipherable chanting noise could also be heard accompanying the stomping noise.
"We have just WHAT?" Jubilee asked Jack, ignoring the menacing noise that was approaching.
The chanting could now be heard louder, as it was closing in for some reason. It was something like: "Louvrin-louvrin-louvrin"
"What the fuck is that?" Logan said, indicating the spooky approaching chanting. Suddenly the stomping stopped dead, just as it was about to pass out of their door. Now the chanting could be heard clearly... "Wolverine-Wolverine-Wolverine..."
"oh...no." Jubes whispered to herself in terror. Logan was too terrified to comment on that.
The door flung open and two dozens of salivating girls busted in, stomping over poor Jack's furniture, plus the little pieces of paper from his late Playgirls.
They all wore identical T-shirts with the same thing inscripted on them... "W.O.L.F.".
The girls then stopped, and one of them stood ahead of them all. A tall, athletic lass, with white hair only 'tainted' by two long green streaks that framed her face and her feral catlike eyes. Logan usually liked redheads, but this one wasn't bad herself... Although the T-shirt she had on, really different from those the other girls wore, quickly snapped Logan out of his chick-admiring thoughts...The T-shirt wrote: "Marie, founder of W.O.L.F.".
Logan tried to make out what the initials "W.O.L.F." could possibly mean, but one of the banners that the girls held was enough to enlighten him: "Wolverine's Official Lovelorn Fans".
His eyes grew really wider, so much that he looked like a manga character. The continued silence that dominated the room since the moment those girls got in there and started looking at him inquiringly was suddenly interrupted by Marie, who could really pass as a leading figure to the others:
"Look! Kate was right! Wolverine IS here!!!" She said excitingly, and her emerald eyes turned into kitten-like as she looked cooingly back at Logan.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!" All of Logan's groupies screamed in added excitement.
Jubilee's eyes were ready to gouge themselves out of their sockets.
Logan, being the rational guy that he always was, had already slashed his way through the wall again, going to a safer place.
"He went this way!!!" the leading groupie screamed and they all bolted out of the room using the same unorthodox exit as Wolverine.
Robbie was having breakfast all alone in the small French-like cafeteria at the commercial complex. Evita was supposed to be with him, but she had gone astray when her eye caught some very interesting prices at some close by shops, so she had snatched Robbie's wallet and had gone for some 'minor' shopping therapy.
So now Robbie was unable to share his milkshake with the love of his life, the medicine to his broken soul, his immortal beloved...his adorable Evita.
He managed to hold back his tears of loneliness, since crying would make him a spectacle for the other customers.
But he then managed to catch something with the far side of his eye, so he turned around to see who was that figure approaching him.
He came face to boobs with the spectacular chest of Carmen Electra.
His eyes quickly averted themselves from the 'danger area' and were locked on her hot lips and delicate face. Yup, it was Carmen Electra.
"He-hello..." he said, his voice trembling in panic and excitement.
"What's your name, stud?" Carmen said to him. These words proved to him that she was no visual trick. Maybe an audiovisual one, but surely not strictly visual.
"I'm...I'm Robbie. Are you...?"
"Yes. I'm Carmen. Carmen Electra." she said, a predatory look in her gleaming eyes, as her mouth formed a distorted grin.
"What's a pretty boy like yourself doing here, all alone?"
"Uhm...drinking a milkshake?" Robbie replied with a goofy and sheepish at once face.
"Yeah. I see that." She said, snatching the cherry on top of Robbie's milkshake and plopping it in and out of her mouth suggestively.
Robbie stared, and not in the "what the hell is that bitch doing" way. It was more like a "urk...I think that those panties of Evita's that I wore this morning are a little bit constrictive" way.
Carmen finally decided to stop slurping on her cherry and suddenly stabbed it with the toothpick pin that she found on Robbie's table.
The penetrated cherry was left to fall on the table's surface, thus letting Carmen make her seductive point.
"Can I order something for you? Maybe something to eat?" Robbie blurted in something between excitement, surprise and embarrassment. At least he managed to say something.
"There is only one thing I'm willing to 'eat' right now." Carmen's sayings surely weren't helping him get out of his embarrassment.
"Uhm...maybe something to drink then?" he knew he couldn't keep insisting on this...he had to change his repertoire.
"There's only one thing I'm willing to 'drink' as well." Carmen's upper teeth bit her lower lip for a second, before letting it plop back into its initial position. "Do you wanna provide it for me?"
The million dollar question had finally arrived. Robbie had to say something now. He thought about his beloved Evita, and the infidelity he could be about to show to her, and Carmen Electra's enriched lips doing their stuff in front of him, and him bragging to Warren about what famous chick he boinked as soon as he got back, and Lorna getting all jealous when he would show off his own hot Baywatch babe, and poor Evita committing suicide over her broken heart, and Jubilee being the godmother to his and Carmen's first big-boobed baby girl, and... well he had to stop contemplating and finally say something, right?
"-gulp-" was all that Robbie could say.
"I take that as a 'Yes'" she said, assuming for herself the meaning of what he said.
"Gulp." Robbie's quotes had been very repetitive recently.
"Show me to your room." she whispered, and took him from the hand, leading him outside the small cafe. The cafe's owner would have protested for Robbie neglecting to pay for the coffee, but he was too busy checking out Carmen's ass.
"Logan, aren't you supposed to use your 'animalistic lore' or something in here? We can't possibly find the Seductress like that!" Jubilee exclaimed in irritation.
"I'm not the one with the 'light powers'." Logan commented very sarcastically.
"Oops" she said, before reflexively switching on the lights on her hands. The light she provided then revealed something that none of them expected.
"Hey, look, there's a light switch right by the door we came in! Who would believe that?" Jubes commented ironically...to herself, of course. She then proceeded to turn the lights on.
With the room illuminated, the magnificent duo could now look around for the robotic saviour that would save their hides from an infuriated Phoenix in the hypothetical future.
But no robot was around. Only the classic stuff someone would find in a non-mad scientist's lab, like boring chemistry sets, boring dusty science books, boring sheet-covered things and boring Carmen Electra dead bodies.
Hey, wait a minute....
"Is that really Carmen Electra?" Jubilee said while poking the soulless Carmen Electra body. "OH MY GOD!!! It IS Carmen Electra! And she's dead! Wolvie, do something!!!"
Wolverine was the best at what he does, and doing C.P.R. to hot Baywatch babes was one of his specialties. He grabbed the limp big-boobed body and brought his lips to hers.
He kept breathing into her not responding lungs for the next six minutes, and it was then that Jubilee finally interrupted him, because it was just then that she had come up with something clever to say.
"Wolvie, you can stop now. She's dead. Keep doing this for another minute and you'll be officially considered a necrophiliac."
"NO! She can't be dead! Nobody escapes Wolverine's special C.P.R treatment! You've got a life to live out there, lady!" he kept on, turning his attention to the dead body. "You can't die on me! You can't!"
"Gee, Wolvie, you sound too much like George Clooney back on his E.R. days now. Cut it out, it's creepy!"
Wolverine readied himself to snarl at the girl, but his left hand, that was holding Carmen's head safely, touched something at the back of her neck. A hard little projecting thing, like a button.
"What the...?" he pushed the button before finishing his comment, and the cyborg with Carmen Electra's smouldering appearance surged into life.
"I'm waiting for orders, boss" she said, giving him a slutty smile. "I guess I won't have to seduce you, right? I'm already in your arms, after all."
"She's the Seductress?" Jubilee asked in astonishment. "Oh, yeah, I had mentioned she's an android...a cyborg."
"Damn right I am," Carmen Electra's robotic look-alike responded. "Complete with a spicy attitude and all."
"What's with the resemblance to a celebrity? Why this specific celebrity?" Logan questioned.
"Well, not many men would resist to this form, right? And by having this specific appearance, nobody will question the fakeness of my boobs." she said, hugging herself and pointing up the aforementioned boobs.
"We'd like to know something more of you..." Logan began to say, but got interrupted by Jubilee.
"...but we really have to get back at the matter on hand. We want you to seduce a friend of ours." she said in a professional manner, like talking business with someone.
"Well you did come to the right person...sorry, robot. I'm the Seductress 3000, but clients call me Carmen. For obvious reasons." she shot them a sardonic smile.
"Nice to meet you Carmen. How come you didn't ask anything about the man that made you? Jack?" Jubilee was still curious that the robot hadn't yet demanded to take orders straight from her creator.
"Who gives a damn about the fella. He's weird. Always keeping me shut and away from action...I just wanna do what I'm created to do, and he wouldn't let me. I hope he's tied to a bed right now and being spanked. That bastard." she really seemed pissed off, considering that she was a robot with no real personality.
"You're half right about the bed thing..." Jubilee began to say, but quickly interrupted herself. That would be too much information.
"Well, I should be off and doing what I'm supposed to do. Any orders?" the robot asked in an extremely professional way.
"Yeah, we want you to do your thing to a friend of ours...he could use your "special treatment". He's infatuated to a skanky bitch right now, a woman that can only bring trouble upon him. We want you to make him see his mistakes and bring him out of this situation. Got it?" Jubilee gave the closest thing to 'orders' that she could make up.
"How am I supposed to know who he is? Got pictures of him?" Carmen asked while adjusting her boobs in their tiny, constrictive bra.
"Yeah. Here." Jubes spent a few minutes searching through her pockets, eventually fishing out a photo of Bobby grimacing to the camera. She handed the photo to the slutty cyborg.
"Aha. Cute." Carmen commented. "Always easier when the client is handsome."
"I never realised that a machine could achieve a taste in men." Logan commented, unsure if the robot was just joking.
"You would be surprised at what technology can achieve for a 'machine' nowadays..." the robot answered back. "We're a bit alike, the two of us, you know...We both are metal on the inside..." saying those words, Carmen hastily made her exit, licking her lips suggestively at Logan.
"Well, let's hope she's really as capable as she sounds...Bobby might be free within the next few hours, if what she said is true" Jubilee said to Logan, who was still looking the way the cyborg left the room.
As both Jubilee and Logan ascended the stairs that had previously led him to the lab, they heard some muffled sounds from Jack's bed's direction.
Jack was still tied to his own bed, but he was now muffled as well and some large bruises were visible on his thighs. His eyes were looking in panic towards Jubilee, pleading her to untie him, like he had something important to say.
"What the hell? Who did this to him? Wolvie...?" she turned her head towards her mentor. He just shot her a sarcastic look again.
"How should I know? Let's untie him and let him tell us himself!" he shot at her and then proceeded to rip Jack's restraints off.
"How did you let her go!?!? Carmen was not supposed to escape this lab! You jerks! You...you..."
"Shut up, bub. The girl had told you we needed the Seductress 3000 for a little job of ours. What's your problem now?"
"You...you imbecile jerks! You don't know what you've done, do you? You have just-"
A loud stomping noise, one that resembled the stomping of a whole bunch of rhinos, could suddenly be heard from a distance. A slight, but still indecipherable chanting noise could also be heard accompanying the stomping noise.
"We have just WHAT?" Jubilee asked Jack, ignoring the menacing noise that was approaching.
The chanting could now be heard louder, as it was closing in for some reason. It was something like: "Louvrin-louvrin-louvrin"
"What the fuck is that?" Logan said, indicating the spooky approaching chanting. Suddenly the stomping stopped dead, just as it was about to pass out of their door. Now the chanting could be heard clearly... "Wolverine-Wolverine-Wolverine..."
"oh...no." Jubes whispered to herself in terror. Logan was too terrified to comment on that.
The door flung open and two dozens of salivating girls busted in, stomping over poor Jack's furniture, plus the little pieces of paper from his late Playgirls.
They all wore identical T-shirts with the same thing inscripted on them... "W.O.L.F.".
The girls then stopped, and one of them stood ahead of them all. A tall, athletic lass, with white hair only 'tainted' by two long green streaks that framed her face and her feral catlike eyes. Logan usually liked redheads, but this one wasn't bad herself... Although the T-shirt she had on, really different from those the other girls wore, quickly snapped Logan out of his chick-admiring thoughts...The T-shirt wrote: "Marie, founder of W.O.L.F.".
Logan tried to make out what the initials "W.O.L.F." could possibly mean, but one of the banners that the girls held was enough to enlighten him: "Wolverine's Official Lovelorn Fans".
His eyes grew really wider, so much that he looked like a manga character. The continued silence that dominated the room since the moment those girls got in there and started looking at him inquiringly was suddenly interrupted by Marie, who could really pass as a leading figure to the others:
"Look! Kate was right! Wolverine IS here!!!" She said excitingly, and her emerald eyes turned into kitten-like as she looked cooingly back at Logan.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!" All of Logan's groupies screamed in added excitement.
Jubilee's eyes were ready to gouge themselves out of their sockets.
Logan, being the rational guy that he always was, had already slashed his way through the wall again, going to a safer place.
"He went this way!!!" the leading groupie screamed and they all bolted out of the room using the same unorthodox exit as Wolverine.
Robbie was having breakfast all alone in the small French-like cafeteria at the commercial complex. Evita was supposed to be with him, but she had gone astray when her eye caught some very interesting prices at some close by shops, so she had snatched Robbie's wallet and had gone for some 'minor' shopping therapy.
So now Robbie was unable to share his milkshake with the love of his life, the medicine to his broken soul, his immortal beloved...his adorable Evita.
He managed to hold back his tears of loneliness, since crying would make him a spectacle for the other customers.
But he then managed to catch something with the far side of his eye, so he turned around to see who was that figure approaching him.
He came face to boobs with the spectacular chest of Carmen Electra.
His eyes quickly averted themselves from the 'danger area' and were locked on her hot lips and delicate face. Yup, it was Carmen Electra.
"He-hello..." he said, his voice trembling in panic and excitement.
"What's your name, stud?" Carmen said to him. These words proved to him that she was no visual trick. Maybe an audiovisual one, but surely not strictly visual.
"I'm...I'm Robbie. Are you...?"
"Yes. I'm Carmen. Carmen Electra." she said, a predatory look in her gleaming eyes, as her mouth formed a distorted grin.
"What's a pretty boy like yourself doing here, all alone?"
"Uhm...drinking a milkshake?" Robbie replied with a goofy and sheepish at once face.
"Yeah. I see that." She said, snatching the cherry on top of Robbie's milkshake and plopping it in and out of her mouth suggestively.
Robbie stared, and not in the "what the hell is that bitch doing" way. It was more like a "urk...I think that those panties of Evita's that I wore this morning are a little bit constrictive" way.
Carmen finally decided to stop slurping on her cherry and suddenly stabbed it with the toothpick pin that she found on Robbie's table.
The penetrated cherry was left to fall on the table's surface, thus letting Carmen make her seductive point.
"Can I order something for you? Maybe something to eat?" Robbie blurted in something between excitement, surprise and embarrassment. At least he managed to say something.
"There is only one thing I'm willing to 'eat' right now." Carmen's sayings surely weren't helping him get out of his embarrassment.
"Uhm...maybe something to drink then?" he knew he couldn't keep insisting on this...he had to change his repertoire.
"There's only one thing I'm willing to 'drink' as well." Carmen's upper teeth bit her lower lip for a second, before letting it plop back into its initial position. "Do you wanna provide it for me?"
The million dollar question had finally arrived. Robbie had to say something now. He thought about his beloved Evita, and the infidelity he could be about to show to her, and Carmen Electra's enriched lips doing their stuff in front of him, and him bragging to Warren about what famous chick he boinked as soon as he got back, and Lorna getting all jealous when he would show off his own hot Baywatch babe, and poor Evita committing suicide over her broken heart, and Jubilee being the godmother to his and Carmen's first big-boobed baby girl, and... well he had to stop contemplating and finally say something, right?
"-gulp-" was all that Robbie could say.
"I take that as a 'Yes'" she said, assuming for herself the meaning of what he said.
"Gulp." Robbie's quotes had been very repetitive recently.
"Show me to your room." she whispered, and took him from the hand, leading him outside the small cafe. The cafe's owner would have protested for Robbie neglecting to pay for the coffee, but he was too busy checking out Carmen's ass.