Yes! This is by far my favorite chapter from "Meeting with the Execs." Jean's character is by far the furthest from her X-Men counterpart. Hope you like this chapter, and please don't forget to review.

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James returns to the Kids WB lot after his excruciating meeting with Charles. He left the café in such a hurry, that didn't even get a chance to eat his lunch. He made a quick stop at the Studio cafeteria for a bite to eat before returning to his office. While on his way back to his office, he is almost run over by a red convertible. The car pulls into a parking stall in front of the building his office is in. To his surprise, and sudden horror, Jean steps out of the car. She is wearing a thigh high metallic blue mini skirt with, what as far as he could make out, a matching piece of cloth as a top which barely covered her buxom figure. She catches sight of him, and tips her head forward, pulling down her sunglasses slightly. With her index finger she mischievously beckons him to come closer. Since she saw him, James had no other option but to submit to her nonverbal request. He hangs his head solemnly, as he walks over to her.

"Errr, Hi Jean. I guess you're here for meeting Huh?"

"Well, this is the time you told me to show up."

"Is this what you usually wear to business meetings?"

"It is when I'm meeting with you." Jean says as she gives him a wink.

James looks at her with a raised eye brow. "Well, we try to keep things professional around here."

"Oh relax Jamie, I just came from a party, and didn't have time to change."

"Party? It's almost 1:30 in the after noon?!?!" James says as he looks at his watch.

"If I had your number, I could have called last night, and invited you to come along."

"No, that's fine, and I don't think that my wife would appre..... WHOA WHOA WHOA WAIT! You have been at a party from last night until now?????"

"Well, actually, I just got off the plane a few minutes ago, and drove right over. Hey, it was a great party."

James shakes his head, "I don't want to know. Let's head to my office, so we can get this meeting started."

"Sounds good Jamie." Jean says with an impish grin.

James turns towards the door of the office building. He starts walking towards the door when he yelps as Jean grabs a hand full of his butt.

"J-Jean!!!!! What are you doing?????"

"Oh relax Jamie, it's all in fun, and admit it, you liked it."

"Jean please don't do that, people could get the wrong idea, and please don't call me Jamie."

"Oh poo." Jean says as she playfully glides her finger down James's nose, then turns and saunters through the door.

Jean walks into the waiting room for James' office. Anna is sitting at her desk reading a magazine, and finishing her lunch. A shadow casts over the magazine on her desk. Anna looks up, and her eyes widen when she sees Jean sitting, legs crossed, on the edge of her desk. Anna's jaw drops, and she blushes deeply. There is a bit of peanut butter on Anna's upper lip. Jean reaches over with her finger, and wipes it way. Then, she takes it into her mouth, and sucks it off of her finger which causes Anna's blush to deepen. Jean then gets up off of Anna's desk, and walks into James's office. Before reaching the door, Jean looks over her shoulder at Anna, and winks at her causing Anna's face to become as red as Jean's wavy locks.

James walks into the waiting room to find Anna sitting dumbfounded in her seat.

"Are you alright?

Anna looks up from her desk. "Dyauh Y-Yeah.....Must have been something I ate."

James raises an eyebrow at her, and decides that he really isn't in the mood for idol chitchat. He just wanted to get this hell of a day over with, and if it meant spending a half hour alone with another needy, self absorbed actor, then so be it!

"I'll be in a meeting with Jean if you need me."

Anna is still lost in her own world and doesn't hear James.

"Anna?"

"S-Sure," Anna looks over at James, "she's already in your office."

James shakes his head at Anna, and walks into his office, closing the door behind him.

Anna hunches over and buries her face in her hands. Granted, her day wasn't going as bad as James', but after all that had happened to her today, she was starting to get accustomed to the feeling of the weight of her head in her hands.

"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" Anna says to herself as she begins to think back to that night with Jean.

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Anna was out at a nightclub with Scott and Paul. At least she arrived with them. They had long disappeared into whatever backroom or closet that they could find. They had not come out to the cast yet, but it was obvious to Anna that there was something going on. She had spent enough time with them to have figured it our long ago. It's not like they were trying to hide it, and if they were, they weren't doing a very good job of it.

Anna was sitting at the bar with a drink in her hand, watching everyone on the dance floor. It was then that Jean made her grand entrance with what appeared to be a midget of some sort. Upon closer inspection, Anna recognized the "midget" as the Boy Wonder himself. It wasn't that he was really that short, it's just that standing next to Jean, he appeared to be barely tall enough to get on the rides at Disneyland.

Anna scans the crowed again. It is then that she notices that Jean is walking towards her.

"Perhaps she is just coming to the bar to get a drink." Anna thinks to herself.

To Anna's surprise, Jean waves to her. Anna looks around to see if maybe Scott or Paul had returned, and she was in fact waving to them. Neither of them was around, so she resolved that unless Jean knew someone else sitting at the bar, she was in fact waving to her. Anna hesitantly raises her hand and waves at Jean.

Jean saunters up to Anna. She is wearing a red silky low cut two piece dress, that barley covered her curvy figure. Anna's breath is literally taken away by the sight of her. Jean takes Anna's drink from her, and takes a sip through the little cocktail straw.

"Hi" Jean says seductively with her head tilted down slightly so that she is almost looking up at Anna.

"Errr.....Hi"

"You work for Jamie don't you?"

"James? Y-Yeah."

Anna can't deny how attractive Jean is, but she still feels uncomfortable by the way that Jean is looking at her as if she were a piece of meat, and Jean was a hungry lioness.

"Would you like to dance?"

Before Anna can answer, Jean takes her hand, and wisps her to the dance floor. Anna tries to keep her distance, but Jean grabs her by the hips, and pulls her in close. Jean grinds into Anna's leg causing her to flush. The rhythm of the music begins to penetrate into Anna's pelvis. She begins to lose her self in the music, and grinds into Jean, much to the disbelief and pleasure of on lookers throughout the club.

Anna wasn't too concerned about tabloids or paparazzi. She had enough pull with the various news agencies in town, that no one would dare print a story about her. The club that they were in was also frequented by many celebrities, so the club took a great deal of precautions to make sure that no cameras made it into the club.

Jean moves around behind Anna, and her hands begin to snake their way over Anna's body. Anna enjoys the feeling of Jean's light but sensual touch until her hand finds its way into Anna's skirt. Anna's eyes snap open. She turns around abruptly, and is met by a passionate kiss by Jean.

Anna's eyes open wide with surprise, then slowly shut as Anna returns the kiss. Jean wraps her arms around Anna's neck. Jean pulls away from Anna slightly. Anna leans into Jean not wanting to break the kiss, but loses Jean's lips as she pulls away. Anna opens her eyes to see Jean smiling at her.

"Come on." Jean takes Anna's hand and leads her through the crowd to the back of the club.

Anna doesn't say a word, and follows her obediently.

A short time later, Jean and Anna are making out again against a fire exit at the back of the club. Jean pulls away from Anna, and opens the door. Anna follows Jean into an alley behind the club to find a red convertible parked there. Jean climbs into the driver's seat, and motions Anna to join her in the car. Anna opens the door, and places one foot in the car when she remembers something.

"Oh, I sorta came with Scott and Paul. I shouldn't just leave with out telling them anything".

"You know as much as I do, that they are off doing their own thing right now, and have probably left the club hours ago."

"W-Well what about R-Robin?"

"Who Drake? Don't worry about him, he'll catch up later."

Anna hesitantly gets into the car. She closes the door as she takes her seat. Jean hands Anna a bottle of Tequila, then zooms off before Anna even has a chance to fasten her seatbelt. In what seams to be a matter of seconds, and ¾ of a bottle of tequila later, they arrive at a large house in West Beverly Hills.

"Where are we?" Anna slurs as she stumbles out of the car.

"This is my place."

Anna is amazed at the size of this place, she was sure that there was no way that Jean could afford all of this, even on her salary.

"How do you pay for all of this?????"

"Well, this really isn't my place, this is my parent's California home, but you don't have to worry, they spend most of their time in New York. They never come here."

Shortly after they arrive, Tim Drake (aka Robin) pulls up in a black Massarati.

Anna looks over at him as he climbs out of his car, and walks over to them.

Jean takes the bottle of tequila from Anna. She takes a drink from it, then grabs the back of Anna's head, and pulls her into a kiss. She then hands Drake the bottle, and leans over to kiss him. Jean leads Anna into the house with Tim guzzling the remainder of the tequila, following close behind. He finishes the bottle, and throws it into the yard before entering the house, and closing the door behind him.

Anna feels her head pounding and the sun is glaring in her face though a nearby window. She tries to sit up, but winces at the pain of her throbbing head. She finally sits up, and opens her eyes. She grabs her head thinking that it will steady the spinning room. She raises her hands in front of her face to block the sunlight filtering through the large double glass doors leading out to what she assumes is a balcony. Her head finally stops spinning enough for her eyes to pull focus so that she can look around the room.

The events of the previous night are a complete blur. She has no idea where she is or how the hell she got there. Then pieces of her memory begin to comeback to her. She can remember dancing with Jean, but the rest is still as foggy as a San Francisco night. She rests her elbows on her knees and supports her still throbbing head in her hands.

Anna is startled as something in the King sized bed moves next to her. She slowly reaches over, and pulls back the covers to reveal a naked Jean lying next to her. Then she is startled again when something moves on the opposite side of her. Terrified, she reaches over with her shaking hand. She pulls back the covers to reveal Tim Drake this time.

Anna can feel herself begin to panic when she makes a sobering discovery. She looks over at the foot of the bed to find a camera mounted on a tripod.

"Oh Hell!!!!!

A month had passed since the tequila induced events of that night, and Anna had begun to put it behind her. She had returned to what could be conceived as a normal life again. She avoided Jean and Robin like the plague, but there was still the issue of the tape that egged her in the back of her mind.

"How the hell do you bring up the topic of a sex tape that you made with someone?" She thinks to herself while pouring a cup of coffee for James. "It's not like going over and asking to borrow a cup of sugar!"

Meanwhile, James sits in his office watching E! News Daily on television. There is a report on the new hot Sex Scandal in the news. James is barely paying attention, when he hears the two words that have just ruined his year.

"Several adult entertainment web sites have just started broadcasting the sex tape of famed X-Men Evolution Star JEAN GREY."

Anna walks into James's office to find him climbing out of his fifth story window. She runs over to the window, and pulls him back in.

"What are you doing?!?!?!"

"Haven't seen the reports?"

"What reports?"

James points to the T.V. Anna turns and looks at the television. Her jaw drops, and she nearly faints as the reporter on the television reveals the details of the story.

"And now we will cut to a press conference where Ms. Grey is about to make a statement."

"About a month ago, someone broke into my house, and stole several personal belongings of mine." Says Jean at a press conference outside of her West Beverly mansion. "I assume that that is how they got the tape. It was an intimate, and personal exchange between me and someone whom I cared about, and I am truly hurt that someone would exploit a very private moment. I am truly sorry that my family and friends were hurt by this, and right now, I would like to just put this behind me and move on with my life."

"D-Did they say who the other person was?????"

"And now we go to the set of the West Wing where the other star of this sex tape is prepared to make a statement." Says the reporter as if answering Anna's question directly.

"Hey, at least she was over 18 this time." Remarks West Wing star Sam Seaborn, "I even checked her I.D. to make sure."

Anna was relieved and terrified at the same time. She was glad that it wasn't the tape that she was in, but if this one came out, it would only be a matter of time before her tape surfaced. Then, Anna made a startling realization.....

"How many other people had Jean made tapes with?????"

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James walks into his office to find Jean is sitting on his desk looking out the window.

He messages his temples, then walks over this his seat.

"Jean, please don't sit on my desk."

"Would you prefer me to sit in your lap?" Jean says naughtily.

"The chair will be fine thank you."

"Oh Poo Jamie, you're no fun." She says as she gets up from his desk, and walks towards the chair across from him.

"And I've told you, please don't call me Ja....."

Jean sits in the chair across from him causing her skirt to ride up revealing that she isn't wearing any underwear. James is surprised to find out that Jean is in FACT a natural red head. James can't help but to stare until Jean crosses her legs. He slowly looks up to see a mischievous grin on her face.

"So Jamie, is there anything I can.....DO for you?" Jean says while seductively rubbing her legs together.

"Deahhh," Shakes out of his trance, "Yes, you can stop going to all night parties for one. We've had this talk before Jean, and it doesn't look good for one of our stars to be plastered on tabloids, and gossip shows."

"What? I just want to have fun, and it's not like I go looking for photographers."

"Jean, you don't have to go looking for cameras. In our line of business, you can't go 10 feet with out running into a photographer. And let me say that we at Kids WB are not happy about that tape."

"Hey, that wasn't my fault. My sleaze bag ex-boyfriend stole that tape from me and sold it."

"Why are you going around recording yourself having sex anyway?!?!?!?!"

"Oh don't act like you haven't done it. And if you haven't, then you should try it. It is a total turn on."

"Don't be ridiculous, I would never do a thing like that!" Which he knew was an out right lie.

"Hey, I apologized at the press conference."

"Jean that is not the point, your party girl life style reflects very negatively on the network. You act as if you are Pamela Anderson, or one of the Hilton sisters."

Jean getss very offended by what he just said. "Okay, first of all, these" Sticks her chest out, "are real, and secondly, unlike them, I can actually act!"

James massages his temples with his fingers. "Just try to tone it down a bit please. Okay? Now, if there is nothing else....."

"Actually, there is one thing."

James wonders if he would have had as many suicidal thoughts as a proctologist.

"What is it?" says James as he continues massaging his temples.

"Well.....Ummm.....You see, Penthouse has offered me a lot of money to appear in their magazine."

"ARE YOU CRAZY, OR JUST NUTS!!!!!

"Well, all these sites on the internet are making money off of my naked ass, why can't I? And besides, what about Rogue posing nude for Maxim?"

"Rogue wasn't fully naked, or having sex on the cover of Maxim!"

Jean stands up, and leans over James' desk. "Oh come on, Let me out of the modesty clause of my contract." She says as she leans down further to the point where James can see right down what can barely be considered the top of her outfit.

James shakes out of the trance cast upon him by Jean's two best negotiators. "Jean, you're lucky that we didn't use that modesty clause to fire you after that tape came out. Now if you are done, I have to get ready for my 2:00 meeting."

"Humph!" Jean stands up, and heads out of the office. Before exiting out the door, she glances over her shoulder. "You don't know what you're missing!" She says as she leaves, closing the door behind her.

"I've seen the tape, I know exactly what I'm missing out on, and that would have killed me!" James says to himself as he slouches in his chair.

Anna is pacing back and forth in front of the door to James' office. Just then, Jean opens the door.

"You don't know what you're missing!" She says before closing the door.

Jean turns, and is slightly startled by the sight of Anna standing there. Jean then gets a wry grin on her face.

"Hi Anna." Jean says whimsically.

"Errr....Uh.....Hi Jean." Anna replies as her face begins to turn as red as Jean's wavy locks. "Ummmm.....You look good."

"Thanks," Jean looks her over. "So do you."

"Jean, You know, we were both pretty drunk that night.....A-About that tape that we....."

Jean reaches up with her finger and presses it to Anna's lips, stopping her from speaking.

"Why don't you just come over sometime, and we can watch it together." Jean playfully winks at her, and walks out of the office.

Evan passes her as he enters the waiting room. He is too preoccupied with Jean's outfit, that he doesn't notice Anna's desk. He walks right into it slamming his knee into the corner of the desk, causing him to curse and hop around angrily.

I love my AU Jean. The little Skank! Hope that you all liked the chapter. Please don't forget to review. If you like this story, then please check out my C2 "Season 5" There are fics in the archive by heartsyhawk, MorriganFearn, Leafee LeBeau, Agent-G, Star-of-Chaos, and Raniatlw.