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Ororo, Lorna, and Emma decided they had had enough fun for one night. Betsy had convinced Rachel and Kitty to stay out longer for some more fun.
"Come on, lovelies, we can go to strip joints and watch naked men gyrate in front of us for money. It is the ultimate act of submission."
The girls reluctantly agreed to join Betsy. Anna decided to tag along as well. She was still in somewhat of a foul mood after Lorna had so bluntly told her to be quiet about her woes. All she could think about right now was getting really drunk, marching up to Lornas room, flash frying the door, and give that green haired bitch a good beating. Rachel must of sensed her plan, because Anna felt her anger becoming somewhat suppressed. She looked at Rachel with a withering stare. Rachel stood her ground and spoke to her telepathically.
Don't do this Rogue. Just come with us and enjoy your night. Don't spoil your vacation because Lorna was feeling bitchy and took it out on you.
All right, Ah'll go, but if any of you so much as make a peep about my behavior tonight, so help me, Ah'll fry you all.
Rachel rolled her eyes, sighed, and nodded. She grabbed Anna covered arm and dragged her toward the club exit. Betsy and Kitty were waiting for them. They made their way to the casino entrance, all the while having Betsy urge them on faster. When they made it outside, the valet hailed them a cab. Anna, Rachel, and Kitty climbed into the back while Betsy hopped into the front. She flashed the cabbie her most dazzling smile.
"Hello luv, I was wondering if you could help us."
The cabbie swallowed hard, "Uh…um…ok."
"Where, in this wonderful, roiling, cauldron of sin, can four lovely ladies like us find the best strip joint in Vegas?" She ran a finger down his nose, and tapped the tip while winking.
"No, problem ladies, I have just the place." He put the cab in gear and took off. Fifteen minutes later he dropped them off at a strip club called The Olympic Garden. Betsy paid the cabbie and gave him a generous tip. As she got out of the cab, the driver leaned forward to get a better look at her 'assets'.
"Damn," he mumbled, "I love this town."
The ladies strolled inside and took in the sights. There on stage was a fine looking blonde man. He was tall and slim, but his muscles were taut. Betsy licked her lips suggestively.
"All right ladies, it is time to feast our eyes on all of the supple male flesh that is present."
The ladies found a table and ordered some drinks. They sat and watched as different men came on stage and gyrated their hips for the female viewers. Betsy watched as Rachel and Kitty blushed. She looked over at Anna, who seemed to loosening up and having a good time. In fact, she noted, Anna was looking at the latest dancer like he was a piece of meat. Yes, Anna was definitely loosening up.
The night went on, more drinks were poured, and more one dollar bills were stuffed into g-strings. Betsy was switching her vision between the hunks on the stage and Rachel, who would blush furiously when they sidled up to her and danced for dollars. Betsy noticed that Rachel would actually blush so heavily, she would be purple, when a certain young blonde dancer would come on stage.
'She thinks he's cute.' Betsy thought to herself. No doubt, the young man was cute. He had platinum blonde hair, spiked, and warm brown eyes that sparkled for the ravenous ladies flashing money his way. The man was tall, tan, and muscular, like a runner. Betsy noticed on his right shoulder blade there was a tattoo of a Phoenix. Betsy smiled, made her decision, got up and walked over to the bar.
"Where'd Betsy run off to?" Anna asked Kitty, after stuffing a couple of ones into the g-string of the blonde stripper.
"I dunno." Kitty said vaguely, paying more attention to the fluid movements of the blonde then to her companions. Anna looked over to Rachel, getting ready to ask her if she knew the whereabouts of the British Asian, when she noticed that Rachel was staring at the floor, a bright shade of scarlet. Anna chuckled to herself, 'This girl has the ability to crush a mans skull with a thought, to take on The Beyonder with out flinching, and to go toe-to-toe with the Hellfire Club and walk away with bragging rights, but a man, with only a piece of skimpy undies on, makes her want to go crawl in a hole.'
The music stopped and the dance was over. Rachel looked back up, only to make eye contact with the blonde, who winked at her over his shoulder, while walking to the back of the stage.
'AHHHHH!' Rachel screamed mentally, 'Did he just wink at me! Good lord!' When Rachel had been a member of Excalibur, with Kitty and Kurt, she had seen a lot of erotic events. Nudity wasn't that big of a taboo in Europe. She and Kitty had once traveled to Amsterdam, and frolicked in the Red Light District. She'd seen the exotic shows and had ogled the famed brothels with a curious delight. She had seen the famed Cabarets in England and France. She had gone to many a strip club with Kitty, Meggan, and Cerise. After all, the world she came from was a post-apocalyptic disaster. All of the vices of the world ceased to exist after the Sentinels took over. To her, being in Amsterdam was like being at Disneyland. It was all so new, so exciting. She was experiencing events she never thought she would.
For some reason though, she was having a hard time in this club. Maybe it was because the guys in this club were actually hot. The guys in The European clubs were good looking as well, but not all. Sure they were good looking by European standard, but not suited for the tastes of an American girl. Plus the men in Europe had an air of cockiness about them. Like they knew they were European, that they considered themselves better than anyone else. To Rachel, it was a huge turn off. The strippers here would look at you, dance inches away from you face, and stare at you with "Come fuck me" eyes.
Rachel heard the rumor that most strippers were gay and that is why they had no problems dancing in front of the opposite sex. If it was true, and most of them were gay, then they did a fine job of covering it up, because these guys made you feel like they wanted you and only you. Especially the blonde dancer, with those huge brown eyes who kept dancing in her direction…"
Betsy had finally come back to the table. She tapped Rachel on the shoulder, breaking her train of thought.
"Rachel, luv, could you come with me for a moment? There is something I need to discuss with you."
Rachel turned to look at Betsy, concern creasing her brow, "Is everything alright? Are you feeling ok? Do we need to go?"
Betsy raised her eyebrows in surprise at Rachel, then giggled
"No, no, no, luv. I just wanted to have a chat with you real quick like. Nothing that has to do with these fine ladies over here," she waved a hand at Anna and Kitty, winking, "just had a few questions for you involving…." Betsy paused for a moment, trying to find a good excuse. She didn't think Rachel would have questioned her like she was in trouble. 'I guess I played it too cool.' She thought.
"…my teke. I wanted to be all shocking and the like, and float a couple of bills to a certain stripper who really likes mutants if you catch my drift. Since I have the ability to smash mountains, but not the finesse to pick up a dime, I figured you could help me."
Rachel arched an eyebrow, "Ooookaaaaay. I guess so, but I don't see why. I mean do you really want to cause a scene in here, Betsy? After all, learning to increase your concentration to pick up a dime would take many weeks of intense training in the Danger Room-"
Betsy was at her wits end. She rolled her eyes, let out a harsh sigh, grabbed Rachel by the arm, and yanked the girl out of her chair.
"Will you come on already! I asked nicely, now I'm demanding that you come along." She yanked Rachel, dragging her to the back. Anna and Kitty looked at each other with knowing glances and laughed.
"Oh girl, Ah don't think Rachel knows what Betsy has in store for her."
Betsy led a confused Rachel to another part of the club.
"Betsy, what the hell is going on?"
"Shush, my dear, all will be explained in due time."
"Betsy, really now, can you stop walking for just one second?" Betsy stopped abruptly, making Rachel plow into her. They were standing in front of a doorway, blocked by a velvet curtain the color of blood. Rachel thought that curtain was a bit ominous. In front of the door there was a tall young woman with smiling red lips and a mop of curly ringlets on top of her head.
"Alright, here she is." Betsy brought Rachel forward. "There is extra cash involved if she has a good time, and I mean a good time." Betsy turned around and gave Rachel a quick peck on the cheek. As if reading her mind, Betsy responded to Rachel and her confused look.
"Yes, I lied to you. Yes, you will have a good time. No, you cannot get out of this. I already paid good money for it. Toodles"
With that, Betsy turned around and walked back to the table, leaving Rachel at the mercies of the young woman. Rachel watched Betsy until she disappear, truing to glean any info she could from the woman, knowing it was a futile effort since Betsy was unreadable. Rachel slowly turned to face the young woman in front of the curtain.
"Don't worry, you're safe and trust me you'll have a good time." With that she pulled back the curtain and led Rachel into a back hallway, lined with doors. She pulled out a set of keys, walked up to a door and unlocked it. She motioned Rachel into the room.
"Take a seat and be patient. He'll be here soon. Under no circumstances are you allowed to touch or goad the dancer. If you do so, you will be escorted out of the club and banned from ever returning. If you are uncomfortable, you can stop the performance at anytime. Other than that have fun!" With that the girl smiled and left, closing the door behind her.
"Oh hell," Rachel muttered to herself, "I'm getting a lap dance." She flopped down in the chair blushing. Why didn't she see it before? Maybe it was because she didn't want to believe it. She sighed and looked around the room. There was a curtain in front of her, same color as the one entering into the hallway. The lights were a bit dim. The walls were painted a deep red, giving off a lusty vibe to the small room. The carpeting on the floor was a plush black. Rachel noted there was something on the wall. There was a sign on the wall that read 'Skin-to-skin contact initiated by the customer will not be tolerated and will allow for customer to be escorted from the property and banned from this establishment.'
'Maybe I should just grab his ass and give it a huge squeeze so I can get out of this mess. She pushed the thought aside, knowing Betsy had paid for this little piece of private entertainment. To her surprise, ambient electronica started to flow from the speakers. Rachel turned her head to the stage, her heart pounding wildly. 'Please hurry up and get this over with. Please hurry up and get this over with, please hurry up and…" She kept repeating the phrase over and over again like it was a prayer. The curtain opened and the dancer moved forward.
'Oh my God!' She thought to herself, sinking into her seat, blushing furiously, feeling heat flood her pale cheeks.
It was the hot blonde dancer from earlier who dancer in her direction a lot more than he should of.
Betsy, Anna, and Kitty were on their third tequila shot, laughing and enjoying the view on stage.
"So, do you think she's had a coronary yet?" Anna asked while signaling the waiter for another round of shots.
"Well, if we see a plume of fire shot out of that hallway over yonder, then we'll know." Kitty giggled, happy that her friend was going to have a hot, slightly sweat man undulate over her. Rachel had only, truly been with one man. That man was Franklin Richards and he died saving her life in the future. In the present, Franklin is only seven years old, and will never know Rachel in an intimate form.
Rachel could actually hear her blood thundering in her ears. All she could see in her line of vision was undulating, toned flesh. Her skin was radiating heat. All she could think about was how she was going to telekinetically strangle Betsy when she was done with this lap dance. Not that she minded too much. The dancer was pretty hot. When he was facing her while dancing, he never broke eye contact; warm brown eyes staring, sparkling. His lips were curved into a slight smile, seductive. She felt a thin sheen of sweat spring up on her skin.
'Oh my god, am I actually getting turned on?' Rachel couldn't believe the reaction her body was having toward this man and his close proximity. Her body was reacting in more ways than one. She started to feel a strong heat growing between her legs.
'Good lord!' Rachel squirmed in her seat. She usually had great control of herself. Maybe it was because she was on vacation. Maybe it was because she was slightly inebriated. Oh, who was she kidding, it was because she hadn't been laid in a long time. She had shut herself off from romantic emotion for so long. Too much bouncing around, time travel trauma for her to even try to establish anything meaningful. Now, in a moment of relaxation and intoxication, she realized that she missed sex. When she did have sex, a waaaaaaaay long time ago, it was few and far between.
Since she and Franklin were in a concentration camp, forbidden to participate in any sort of copulation, they had to find places to hide, using the powers of their mind to disappear from sight and sensor. They were always too distracted about getting caught to fully enjoy the pleasurable act. But it was Franklin, her first and only love, so what ever they could have, they took, and she loved it. He was always so gentle, no matter what….
The dancer at moved in closer, knocking her train of thought off track. He was centimeters from her face, smiling that seductive smile.
"Uh…" Rachel felt her eyes go wide at his closeness. Did he know that he was turning her on? Did Betsy know this was going to happen? He was so close to her body. She actually started to tremble and looked down.
'When did I become shy!' she thought to herself. Rachel raised her pale green eyes to look at him again then abruptly looked down when he flashed his most charming grin. He definitely knew that he was turning her on.
'Oh man, I hope this ends soon…..'
When Betsy looked over at the curtain, she saw a dazed, flushed Rachel amble out. She had a slight, lop sided grin and her eyes were far away.
"All be damned, she enjoyed herself." Betsy smirked. Kitty and Anna turned their heads in the direction of Rachel.
"Well, well, well"
"Wow"
The ladies watched as Rachel walked, with a dazed look, in no particular direction. She kept walking, not paying attention to her direction and the impending disaster that was about to happen. By the time the women saw what was coming…
"RACHEL, SUGAH, LOOKOUT!"
…it was too late.
Rachel walked right into a waiter carrying drinks. The glasses flew in the air, shooting liquid upward, which rained down upon her. The momentum of their collision caused both her and the waiter to fall down on the ground and land in a compromising position. The noise caused the other patrons to turn and look. Laughter broke out among the tables at the sight of a drenched Rachel, skirt hiked up around her waist, with a man in between her legs on top of her.
This snapped Rachel out of her shock. She quickly shoved the waiter off of her, got up, pulled her skirt down and started to flee. Halfway to the door she turned around, ran back to the waiter, helped him up, squeaked out an apology, and turned tail to flee again.
"Time to leave girls." Betsy got up, slapped a hundred dollar bill on the table, and quickly followed in the direction of the fleeing Rachel. Anna and Kitty followed suit. They found Rachel outside, hailing a cab, covered in alcohol and soda. She looked like she was going to cry. Then she did.
"Ohmigod, I made an ass out of myself in there! I want to go back to the hotel!" Betsy sidled over to Rachel and put a hand on her arm.
"Luv, are you going to let a little something like this hinder your night?"
Rachel turned to give a tear filled glare to Betsy. "Look at me damnit! My make up and dress are ruined and I need a shower!"
"Rachel, have you forgotten your powers, luv? You can telekinetically rearrange molecules to change outfits. I think this could also include removing all of the alcohol from your skin, hair, and outfit, don't you?"
Rachel sniffled "Yeah, I guess, but still…" she sighed, "my night is ruined anyway. All those people laughing at me killed my fun buzz."
"That is it!" Betsy rolled her eyes. Rogue waved down a cab. Betsy yanked Rachel by the arm, opened the cab door, and shoved Rachel in the cab. The rest of the ladies got into the cab. Anna sat in front while Kitty and Betsy sat in the back with Rachel in the middle.
"This night is not over by a long shot! We are going to wipe away your misery by going to a club and dancing the night away. By the end of the night I expect at least one of us to go home with a guy for a night of mind blowing sex and that is final!"
Kitty and Rachel turned and looked at Betsy. Anna sighed and shook her head and looked at the cab driver.
"Sugah, take us to the most rowdy, raunchy club you can think of that is notorious for one night stands please."
Betsy looked Rachel up and down. "Darling, I think you need to change before we go to the club."
While Rachel rearranged the molecules around her, Kitty was staring out the window while they sat in traffic. Her eyes caught an unbelievable sight. She started to slap Rachel on the arm.
"Girls, look! Isn't that Logan, Hank, Bobby, Remy, and Kurt!" All the ladies looked out the right side window and saw a most peculiar sight. Logan was walking in the front, giving people a look that made the crowds part. He was followed by Remy and Kurt. Remy was staring at all of the signs, with a pacifier in his mouth. Kurt was rubbing himself and actually wagging his tail. Hank and Bobby followed, pushing the men forward when they lagged. A group of punk rockers followed behind them.
"What in the hell has gotten into those two?" Betsy pointed in the direction of Remy and Kurt. "Rachel, mind link with the men if you will, I want to know what is going on."
Rachel sent out a telepathic signal to all the men.
"Hiya guys! What's up?"
Remy and Kurt started to scream bloody murder. Both started to flee. Logan had to hold Remy back from running into the street. Hank Gabbed Kurt by his tail to make sure he didn't go in the opposite direction.
"There are voices in my head! Oh god, I am insane."
"I'm possessed!"
"I don't want to go to a padded cell!"
"The devil has come to claim me!"
"I hate doctors! I hate needles!"
"It's Armageddon! We're all going to die!"
Betsy, Rachel, Kitty, and Anna had their jaws drop in unison. This was something you don't see every day. Remy and Kurt were completely spastic. Hank was struggling to hold on to Kurt by his tail. Remy ran and hid behind a trash can while Logan was trying to coax him to come back out. Bobby was looking around at all of the cars. He made eye contact with the girls in the cab and started to wave his hand in front of his neck, signaling Rachel to close the link. Rachel felt her mind being bombarded by shouts.
'Ray! Stop it!'
'Shut the link off!'
'Don't talk too them!'
Rachel abruptly closed the link. She looked at the sight in shock. She tentatively reached back out to Bobby and only Bobby.
'What the hell is going on!'
'Man it is a long story. The boys had a little problem with aspirin and now they are tripping balls.'
'What!' The ladies looked at Rachel with heavy questioning. "Sugah, what in the world is wrong with them?"
"Apparently they took some aspirin and now they are hallucinating."
"That makes no sense at all." Kitty mused. "Ask more."
'Bobby, we're confused. Tell us more.'
Rachel saw Bobby shake his head. She noticed that the group of punk rockers that had been behind them had now moved over to the frantic Kurt and Remy and were soothing them with what looked like electric palm massagers and water.
'Ray, it is a looooooooong story. We'll tell you tomorrow, but for now we've gotta go. We've already made a big enough scene on the street as it is.'
Rachel nodded, 'Ok, well should I at least apologize to the guys?'
Bobby turned to converse with Logan and Hank, who were finally able to move away from their charges to discuss the current situation. Hank walked away and moved over to the guys to talk to them. Bobby spoke up.
'Go ahead, but be gentle. Hank is explaining to them that the voice is only you trying to say hi.'
Rachel reestablished the link between all of the men.
'Hi guys. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to say hi.'
'Wow, this is soooooo cool.' Remy responded while staring at the sky.
'Hi Rachel, can you come out to play?' Kurt looked around for her.
'Sorry I can't play tonight. Maybe we can go out and play tomorrow.'
'Did you know that Hank feels like shag carpeting?' I just want to lie down on top of him and pet him.' Remy interjected.
'Yeah, he does. Rachel he feels very nice.' Kurt added.
'He won't let me touch him anymore. He says I'm going to rub a bald spot into his fur.' Remy pouted and jutted out his lower lip. At this sudden action Anna let out a little giggle. She thought that he looked a little cute while he was pouting, even if she was still mad at him.
'And Bobby won't let us lick him. He's a Popsicle, why can't we lick him? Isn't that what popsicles are for?' Kurt asked Rachel in a pleading tone.
'Um, I don't know.' Rachel looked at the girls. "You will not believe any of this when I tell you what we are talking about."
'You know what is really cool Rachel? Having a tail.'
'Yeah, Kurt has a tail but I don't. It is so unfair. I want a tail too.'
Kurt sighed and smiled, 'Rachel, do you know that you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid my eyes on. I would love to touch your naked flesh. I'd love to kiss it, lick it-'
Rachel blushed furiously 'Ooooookaaaay! Boys I think I'm going to let you guys go and play around, but don't worry, I'll come out and play tomorrow.'
'Okay.' They thought in unison.
Rachel shut off her link to Remy and Kurt then spoke telepathically to Hank, Bobby, and Logan.
'You boys going to be okay with those two?'
'Yeah,' Logan thought back, 'We have extra help.' He motioned to the punk rockers that were helping the two guys to calm down again.
'It is their fault the two of them are like this, so we, ahem, convinced them to help us.'
Rachel knew what that meant. Logan probably popped the claw, growled, and made them pee themselves.
The cab started to move forward and they were leaving the guys line of sight.
'I guess we're off again. You have to tell us about this tomorrow, okay?'
'Sure thing darlin'. Enjoy the rest of your night.'
'We will. Bye guys.' Rachel shut off the link. Anna and Kitty leaned out the windows and waved at the three guys.
"Ladies, I think that we will be having an interesting story told to us tomorrow."
"I can't wait to hear it." Kitty giggled, "Those two rarely lose their composure so this should be interesting." The girls settled back into their seats. Anna noticed the cab driver kept shooting her confused and wary looks. Anna smiled sweetly.
"Hey sugah, don't worry. The redhead is a telepath. Don't worry she won't pry." The cab drivers eyes widened and he shook his head. They noticed after Anna spoke up, that they were going a little faster on their way to their destination.
They were on their way to more booze, loud music and hot guys undulating for them.