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Hey everyone!

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Chapter 3: Inner power

The blonde manager had finished his meeting with Bonnie and, to be honest, he'd quite enjoyed it! When he'd started managing this hotel, he'd almost detested this kind of stuff… The last time he'd had a 'business meeting', it had somehow devolved into him nearly marrying one of the daughters of the man he'd come to meet with.

He'd desperately needed help, luckily Kim had been more than happy to defuse the situation. As it turned out, the man had been one of many people that Team Possible had saved in the past. Ron could still remember the man's daughter, how embarrassed she'd looked at the time… Hell, her face had been even redder than Kim's hair!

But now? Dare he say it, he would love to meet with Bonnie again.

Ron was heading to one of the upper floors, when he felt a light buzzing coming from his pocket. He pulled out his phone and answered, not even bothering check the identity of the caller.

"Yeah?"

"Boss, we got a small issue" one of his employees manning the front desk warned, Ron immediately started to worry.

"What is it? Did one of the new guys mess up?" It was the most logical thing that could go wrong.

"In a way?" the man admitted, clearly staring at the one responsible. "One of our guests ordered massages for a small group… I didn't think to check if we had enough masseuses to take the order…"

It sounded unlikely, as the man talking to him had never made a mistake like this before. He'd already had plenty years of experience, even before Ron had hired him, was he covering for one of the new guys? That was fine, great even. "Don't we have someone on standby? Did you try and call someone from the outside?" Ron asked.

"Yeah Boss, I did… We have two people off on personal issues, the closest people that can come are at least two hours away…" the man explained.

"Okay, so, two hours? You can give our guests a free spa treatment… That should give us some time, until the outside masseuses arrive, right?" Ron hoped that he'd hit on a way to resolve the issue.

"I… already did… I gave them the treatment, and that was more than an hour ago… They're waiting right now…"

The message was clear, there was no more stalling that they could do, he had to decide.

"Mmm… Fine, tell them I'll be right there" Ron answered, deciding to deal with this himself.

"Thank you Boss, they're in room number 14… And don't worry, I'll make sure to learn from MY mistake…" Once again, the man directed his words towards someone next to him.

"No big… Just don't be TOO hard on yourself… you're still learning, after all." Ron made sure to keep his voice neutral, hoping that the person who'd actually made the error didn't receive too much trouble for it. "By the way… where is room number 14?"

"Fifth floor, Boss…"

"Thanks, and I do expect you to call me by my name…" Ron reminded, starting to make his way the elevators.

"I'm afraid that I can't to that Boss… Your chefs made us all promise…" the man responded.

"Jeffery… You know I'm still your boss, right?" Ron asked.

"Of course you are!" he responded quickly, clearly smiling.

"And I can fire you whenever I want" Ron pointed out, not so much as a threat but more as a reminder.

"That you can…"

"So, it wouldn't be a good idea to annoy your boss… All I'm saying, is that you better start calling me by name."

"I will… when you fire me, Boss…" The smile in his tone made Ron huff in exhaustion.

"Whatever, are the guests at least ready?" he asked.

"I'll have someone inform them of your impending arrival" the man assured.

"Good" Ron replied, hanging up, nearly at the elevators.

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"Are you sure this can't wait?" asked Jean. She laid down on the massage bed, relaxing after the spa visit that the hotel had so generously gave them.

"Yeah, I kind of had stuff to do after this…" Hope warned. She was busy changing into her robes, afterwards sitting down on a comfy seat next to her bed.

"I already told you that I think I pulled something during my last mission, this is a convenient time to fix it… Anyways you enjoyed lunch, didn't you?" Natasha replied, staring at the two. "Besides… you had stuff to do Hope? Last time I checked you'd volunteered to join us, as long as you didn't have to stay all cooped up at headquarters."

"Well, yeah… But that was before I realized that we'd be here until evening. I just wanted to get some lunch, then do some shopping… I have to pick out a present for my dad" the brunette answered, crossing her arms and looking away.

"Maybe I can help you. How old is he again?" the younger redhead asked.

"Old… Don't worry about it, I've got something planned for him. I just need to find the time for it" Hope assured with a smile. She hadn't noticed it the first time she'd met Jean, but the younger redhead was a good kid with a good head on her shoulders.

There was a brief knock on the door, all three women looked up. The door opened up after a few moments, a blonde man walking inside with a small smile on his face.

"Good afternoon! My name is Ron, I'll be your masseuse for today." His voice was calm, his expression natural, despite the fact that he was looking at three very beautiful women.

"Oh, hello Ron! My name is Jean, is it just you working on all three of us?" The young redhead was all too eager to get the greetings out of the way. She didn't feel that they were strictly necessary, but the pleasantries still kept the mood light.

"Nice to meet meet you as well, and yeah… We're kinda shorthanded at the moment… no pun intended, so I'll be taking care of all three of you." He started moving closer.

Jean giggled at his silly joke, taking a seat on the free bed next to Natasha. She was pleased to see such a carefree person, she could feel his pleasant personality with her powers. She watched as Hope looked at him with a raised eyebrow, rolling her eyes for a moment. On the bed next to her Natasha stared at him with wide eyes for a second, before her expression changed to a much more natural one.

"I assume that you're first?" Ron asked, moving closer to the bed Natasha was laying on.

"You assume correctly, and it's Natasha…" the older women answered.

"Nice to meet you as well. Do you have some pain in your back, or your shoulders?" the blonde man inquired, looking her over.

"Yeah, actually… you could tell?" She took a moment to look at him.

"In a way… your back is a bit too straight… And the fact that you're already waiting to get started kinda means that you want to fix it, as soon as possible."

She looked impressed at his words. "Not bad… So, can you get started? You two don't mind if I go first, right?" She turned her gaze to her two companions.

"Yeah, sure… I didn't even want a massage to begin with…" Hope answered honestly, leaning back in her seat.

"Sure thing! I've never had a massage before, so I'm kinda nervous, that works for me" Jean admitted, a bit of red in her cheeks.

Ron nodded for confirmation. He started to wash his hands, warming them up, he moved in front of Natasha's head.

First, taking a few seconds to let her body get used to his touch, he starting working on her back.

Hope and Jean took it upon themselves to make sure the blonde man didn't get any funny ideas concerning their friend, even if she WAS able to take care of herself. To their relief, he seemed to know what he was doing. The soft, pleasant moans coming out the older woman seemed to confirm that he seemed to have done this before.

"Y-You're very g-good at this… Been d-doing it long?" Natasha asked, a strange stutter in her voice.

"Not that long actually… Just picked it up recently, to be honest… I'd much rather work in the kitchen" Ron answered, keeping his voice calm. He continued on with his task, never once straying from her back and shoulders.

'The kitchen?' Jean thought, it suddenly clicked why he'd looked so familiar to her. "Wait, aren't you the one who was working in the restaurant earlier?"

"Yeah, that was me… I'm just filling in for a few of our masseuses." He turned to look at Natasha's face. "I hope I'm doing a decent job, at the very least?" he queried.

Natasha simply hummed her agreement, but didn't talk, busy trying to hold her voice in check.

"I think you're doing fine…" Hope muttered, noticing her friend's little issue.

"Wow, it really is you, I thought you looked familiar!" Jean was excited to meet the man. She still remembered the extremely theatrical way he'd cooked, he made it all look like so much fun! Smiling and moving so naturally, like it was a part of him. Not to mention that the food had been amazing to boot! It'd been some time since she'd enjoyed a meal like that! "Have you worked here long?"

"Me? Well… you could say I was here from the very start" Ron admitted.

"Really? You must be very good at what you do!" There was a certain quality to her tone.

'Oh, what's this?' Hope thought, noticing something different about the way her young redheaded friend was acting. 'Don't tell me that-' The sudden thought seemed too crazy to be real.

But she had to try.

"Say, Ron?" Hope suddenly spoke out, drawing his eyes to her.

"Yes?" he answered, still working with his hands.

"Why don't you work a bit on Jean here? I heard her say that her lower back is pretty sore." There was a tiny hint of a smirk on the brunette's face at the look Jean was giving her. She kept alternating between shock and anger.

"Yeah, sure, no problem. I'm just about done with your friend…" Ron answered, moving away from a slightly quivering Natasha. The older redheaded woman looked to be panting, her mouth bent in an odd way.

"Umm… I'm actually feeling a lot better, s-so I-" Jean tried to move back, only to hit the bed behind her and stop completely.

"Is something wrong?" Ron asked, all too innocently. His head tilted a bit to the side, he genuinely didn't understand.

"W-What? No, of course not!" the redhead answered, hoping her voice didn't sound too strained.

"If you don't feel comfortable with me, that's fine" the only blonde in the room assured. "I could try to get a female masseuse to give you your session." There wasn't any anger or disappointment in his face, or tone.

It wouldn't be the first time that a guest wasn't comfortable with a member of the opposite sex touching them, and that was perfectly acceptable.

"You hear that Jean? He's willing to mm!-" Hope started speaking, but suddenly cut off.

"Are you okay?" Ron asked in worry, about to walk over to see what the problem was.

He was stopped by Jean, who grabbed his hand. "She's fine… This happens to her all the time, right?" the redhead asked, a bit of an edge in her voice. Her friend nodded for yes, frantically trying to grab something that was on her neck.

"Okay? If you're sure… then, shall we start?" the blonde man asked, gesturing to the bed behind Jean.

The young woman looked conflicted for a moment, before glancing at him again. "O-Okay, just let me…" She got up on the bed and started to pull down her white robe, Ron immediately moved to wash his hands again.

"Ahh!" Hope was suddenly breathing loudly, the sudden pressure she'd felt on her neck completely gone. "W-What the hell" Hope hissed in anger, coming face to face with her redheaded friend.

"I don't know what you're talking about… Did you get that thing that was stuck in your throat out?" Jean asked, all too innocently.

"What thing-"

"Your foot…" The redhead was all too serious, staring up at her friend. "Or would you like me to see if it's still in there?"

The threat in her voice was all too clear. She had not appreciated the jokes that her friend had made at her expense, nor would she hesitate to teach her a lesson.

"What, are you mad at me?" Her previous mood disappeared when she saw the sour face on her friend. "Oh, come on, you know I was kidding… Not to mention, I'm pretty sure he didn't understand anything… Pretty dense, right?"

Jean didn't respond, simply staring at the now-returning blonde.

"Okay, are you ready?" he asked, smiling.

"She is, but I think I'm going to need some fresh air" Hope said. She moved out of the room, but not before giving her friend a wink.

The door slammed in her face. Those still in the room could hear her yell in pain, before cursing and moving away.

"Um… No offense, but… your friend is weird" Ron stated, starting to work on her neck.

"Yep, she definitely is…" Jean hid her smile. She felt his palm touch her naked neck, her body suddenly jumped in surprise. It even made him move his hands back.

"Is everything okay? My hand aren't cold, are they?" Ron questioned, his worry clear.

'YES!' her mind screamed. "No, it's fine… I was just-I didn't expect it" she insisted.

Ron nodded for conformation. "Alright, I'll just warm my hands up…" He moved back, giving her a few moments to relax herself.

'What the hell was that!?' she wondered. This was nearly the first time she'd ever responded in such a way, to anyone! The only person to ever get a response out of her was the Professor! And even that was only because he'd gone poking around inside of her mind. So this? It was impossible! It felt like her powers were about to go crazy, at a moment's notice.

But… it wasn't bad… Or at least, it didn't feel bad. She could sense if someone had any negative intent towards her. It was one of the benefit of being a telepath. In the past, she'd definitely felt when people liked or hated her. Jealousy, or disdain, wasn't anything new to her. She made sure to steer clear of anyone who didn't like her.

But Ron? All she'd felt, at that single moment of contact, had been heat… A familiar one that she knew all too well, one that had scared her so thoroughly in the past… Why was she afraid this time?

Her thoughts stopped as soon as he came back.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, can I start?" the blonde man asked, now standing right next to her.

'NO!' something in her mind yelled.

"Sure!" she answered, still refusing to look at him.

His hands came to touch her body again, the same feeling returned. But this time, she was ready for it… Or so she believed. As soon as he made skin-contact with her, she responded again. But this time, a bit more violently than before. The small nightstand standing behind Ron started to hover in the air, before it began to collapse, crushed by an invisible force.

'NO! Stop it! Don't let him see!' Jean was frightened. It had just dawned on her that if he saw what was happening behind his back, then everything would start all over again. The fear, the open terror that people looked at her with… she hated it. It was the primary reason that she, and all her fellow mutants, had had such a hard time making friends all these years.

And it was about to happen again… He was going to see her power and demand she leave, or call her a freak.

At that moment, the thing inside her seemed to freeze and start to relax. What? How? Nothing could calm that thing, unless it was satisfied or if her body was too weak to continue!

It was the first time that the thing inside her had simply given up, retreating back into her subconscious.

"Is everything okay Jean?" her blonde masseuse asked. "You're suddenly much more tense than before."

"I'm-I'm a bit scared" she spoke. 'Why did I just admit that?!' The redhead cursed herself for being so nervous, for some unknown reason.

"I see…" he said weakly, before he adjusted his footing. "Then let me help you relax…" Ron started moving his hands, working his magic on her body.

"Oh my… G-God…" the redhead muttered, her head plopping down onto the bed. All her past resistance vanished, as he started touching her back. She wasn't even in pain before, but now she welcomed the pleasant and relaxing feeling washing over her.

This was simply heaven! How had she never tried this before? Was it because he was touching her in all the right places, or because of how hot his hands were? She didn't know, didn't care, but she loved it.

"And… we're done" he suddenly whispered in her ear.

'What? I-It's over? But he just started!' Jean started to get up, before he stopped her.

"Take it slowly Jean, you nodded off about twenty minuets ago. It's best you take your time, before standing up again" Ron cautioned her, making sure she didn't become dizzy.

"I fell a-asleep?"

"Out like a light…" He smiled as he spoke, backing away.

"Yeah, she was…" interjected a familiar voice.

Jean glanced over to see Natasha laying on her side, her towel barely hiding her ample cleavage. The older redhead looked amused at the scene before her, a small smile gracing her lips.

"He IS very good, isn't he?" the woman spoke, a slight lilt in her voice that seemed very unlike her.

"Um, yes, he is…" Jean wasn't sure if she liked the way her friend was staring at him. "Say Ron, could I get a do-over? I think you missed a spot…" she teased, all while smiling.

"Oh, did I? I'm sorry… just let me finish up here." Ron never panicked, simply moving to get what he needed.

Most people would have jumped over the roof of the building for the chance to feel up the redheaded beauty, but he seemed professional to a fault… That, or extremely dense.

"Mmm? What's wrong Jean?" Natasha asked, noticing the way her friend was staring at her.

"Nothing… It's nothing…" she muttered, loudly enough for her friend to hear.

"Okay, so where does it still hurt?" the blonde man asked, standing close to the women.

"My legs, if you please…" She laid her head to the side and closed her eyes.

"Sure thing…" the man responded. He pulled up her towel just enough to work on her, starting the treatment.

Jean stared from the side, the pleasant feeling she'd had morphing into something else. Her friend was busy moaning, trying to hold herself back from moving, but was doing a downright terrible job.

Suddenly Natasha pulled her towel away, leaving her laying on her stomach completely naked.

'Did she just…?' The shocked Jean couldn't look away, her gaze hardened. The towel suddenly started to rise up, landing perfectly upon Natasha's back and rear.

The older redhead looked confused for a moment, before shooting a glare at her younger friend. "Say Ron, do you do private sessions?"

"Mmm? Um… not really. I usually stick to the restaurant, or managing…" He never even looked up, completely focused on his job.

"Well… could you please make an exception? I really do think that I need a very… personal massage." She shifted her legs slightly, opening them a bit, but not enough to actually give him a good look.

Ron immediately looked to the side. "I-I can always get one of the staff to-to give you a private session…"

'Ahh… so he did notice' the older redhead surmised. "Are you sure you can't make it? I would be most grateful…" her voice implied what she wanted, as she stared back at him.

"Ron!" Jean called out, making the man jump. "If you're done working on her, I would like to continue as well" Jean explained, staring at her friend. "I don't think she'd mind…"

"I'm kinda in the middle of-" Natasha started, before Ron cut them off.

"Okay, just give me a moment…" The blonde man seemed to be thinking, before he got an idea. "So, you both want me to work on your legs, right?" He received a nod from each of them. "So, how about I work on both of you at the same time? I know it's not how it's usually done, but if you're okay with it…" he offered, hoping to keep the situation from escalating any further.

"Fine, I can agree to that…"

"That is acceptable…"

After answering, they settled upon their respective beds.

'Okay, now to deal with this…' he mused, standing in between their beds. He started massaging them slowly, starting with their calves for a few minutes, before gradually making his way up to their thighs. His touch seemed to have an almost immediate effect on them.

Soon the two were moaning loudly, the mere touch of the blonde nearly overwhelming. At first it had felt tingly and pleasant… even warm, when he'd started. But now, so near their private areas? It was much stronger. Natasha was biting her lips, Jean was nibbling on her finger. They just couldn't hold still. Both their towels slipped and fell off, leaving them completely exposed to his eyes.

'Don't look up… Don't look up… Don't look- DAMN…' The blonde boy couldn't resist, the heavenly sight of two soft butts connected to slightly open legs greeted his eyes. He quickly averted his gaze before continuing his work, not even noticing where he was now massaging.

The two redheads had gone quiet at that moment… and they were extremely slippery, had he used too much oil? The blonde man opened his eyes and looked up, if only to confirm that he hadn't strayed too close to somewhere inappropriate.

'SHIT…' the blonde manager thought in horror, now understanding all too well where his hands had wandered. His eyes opened wide, as both of his hands were buried deep within their cores, the heat was almost enough to burn him. Completely wet, slippery, to the point that it didn't even seem real.

'Well, there goes my hotel… I suppose that I had a good run…' He attempted to accept his fate with dignity, starting to withdraw his hands. No reason to make this situation any worse than it already was, right?

"Ohh…" Jean moaned loudly, arcing her back as he began pulling out. Natasha was a bit more reserved, moaning weakly and trembling for a bit, but otherwise didn't move.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-" he began to backpedal, before both his hands became pinned in place. In an impressive display of flexibility, Natasha's legs were holding his arm down, refusing to let him go. Jean's legs were still open, though some invisible force was keeping him from moving away from her as well.

"This i-is one of those d-deep massages I-I've heard about…" Natasha glanced back and winked at him. "Right?" Her message came across loud and clear. (JRC1700: I'd just like to assure our viewers that this is in fact NOT what it mean to give a "deep-tissue" massage. If it was, I guarantee you I wouldn't have bothered getting a degree in engineering XD)

"I-I would like to add it to my massage a-as well…" the younger redhead admitted, in a faraway tone.

There was a brief moment of silence, as Ron checked with his brain to see if he was dreaming or having a stroke… Nope… nothing.

He started moving his hands deeper, even going so far as to wiggle his fingers inside of them. Their moaning returned with a vengeance, he simply kept going. 'I hope they won't kill me for this' he prayed, deciding to finish up with the two. (JRC1700: Ron, seriously, I wouldn't worry. I'm pretty sure that if they haven't figured out where your "magic hands" are buried by now, they probably never will XD)

'This is amazing!' Jean shrieked. She tightly gripped the headboard of her bed, it was all she could do to stop herself from going out of control. At this point she would usually be battling the power inside of her, as it would always boil over from these feelings. But now? The only thing filling her body and mind, was a deep sense of fulfillment that fueled her thirst for more. It wasn't every day that her inner self could be pleased by anything other then destruction.

Ron continued for a few minutes more, before feeling the two ladies tense up for a moment and then relax completely. They appeared to be finished, breathing heavily.

He took a moment to pick up their towels, making sure they were both covered, before leaving the room. 'Well, at least they seemed okay with the results…' he rationalized, exiting the room. He still had a restaurant to run, after all. He never even realized that at some point their ravenette friend had returned, choosing to watch the other three from the corner of the room.

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