Flag on the Play

Part II

AN: Another quick chapter. Uhm...this story is a bit raunchier than what I usually write but I figured I'd really go from a guys point of view. I have in depth knowledge of how men think and the things they say. I worked with a group of guys (musicians) and somehow became one of the guys and I tell ya...I heard some things that would make your eyebrows shoot to the top of your head. lol I got so tired of hearing about hot "chicks" and the things they'd love to do to them but I loved those guys anyway. So yeah, the story's a bit shallow at this point but depth will follow...

Like I said, no real time line. No beta. Rating very likely to change. OH! And thank you for the reviews. Averaged one review out of ten views. That's really good! Thank you!

A conspiracy is what it was. She'd fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. Now the joke was on her. The two she thought were her best friends had knowingly deceived her.

"You still mad, suga?" Anna-Marie asked in her thick Mississippi drawl. She continued when she didn't receive a response from her teed off friend. "Girl, ya might as well get ova it. We gone have us some fun tonight!"

Emma and Anna-Marie whooped in solidarity as they clinked their beer bottles together and danced to the drumming beat of the blaring song as they waited for the men to return.

Ororo huffed and pulled at the too short dress and contemplated filing charges against the women. Kidnapping perhaps…they did take her out of state under false pretenses.

Emma, also her business partner, and Anna-Marie, also their assistant, had tricked her. Bamboozled her. Led her astray. Ororo thought she was going to New Orleans for a business meeting with clients interested in doing business with "Frost Munroe Consult." Much to Ororo's surprise and annoyance there was no meeting, no clients, and if Emma didn't watch out there would be no Ororo. How her luggage had not made it to their suite was beyond her but she was sure the blond had something to do with it.

Instead of her normal conservative attire she had to settle on the skimpy scraps her friends had brought for the weekend. Ororo knew she'd be waiting outside the nearest department store before it opened tomorrow. She was taller than the other two women by at least six inches and everything she tried on barely covered her butt.

Not to her surprise, Emma and Anna-Marie didn't see anything wrong with that. Their advice was for her to "live a little…have fun." She didn't want to have fun. She wanted to stew in her anger and wallow in her contempt. Apparently three months of doing so was too long for her friends. They'd tried to get her out and about…meeting new people, men in particular.

But Ororo was over men for the moment. Luke Charles, also known as the Black Panther for his stealth like moves on the basketball court, had made sure of that. That bastard was the epitome of why women called men dogs. When he wasn't cheating he was lying and vice versa.

And here her two "best" friends were…trying to hook up with football players. They should learn from her mistake and not become another notch on a pro athlete's bedpost. She'd learned her lesson the hard way…multiple times.

Ororo felt a nudge to her arm. She looked over her shoulder towards a smiling Emma. "Here they come, girls," the blond chirped.

Great. Ororo didn't bother to turn to face the men. She'd seen them. They were both good looking, built, sporting smiles with too perfect teeth, and raking incredibly shiny flowing hair away from their boyishly charming faces. She'd seen it all before in Right Guard commercials.

The bartender asked her if she wanted another drink. She shrugged and gave a curt nod. Why not?

Another nudge from Emma. She didn't look her way this time. She was busy fishing her cherry from the glass. "Ororo, sweetheart, the boys are waiting."

Ororo rolled her eyes and turned around, plastering something between a smile and a scowl onto her face. There's another one. Her eyes immediately furrowed. He was short. Very short. He had too many muscles. He needed to shave. He drooled. Ugh. She turned back around.

Getting to your destination was usually the hardest part of any trip. But once you got there you were always glad you came. That's how Logan felt. Damn, this chick is hot.

Logan let his eyes roam over her. The barely there white dress clung to every curve of her body. Not too much was left to his imagination. Smooth honey toned legs went for miles before meeting the curve of the most delectable ass he'd ever had the privilege to rest his eyes on. She turned around long enough for him to get a glimpse of her cans. Kinda small. But more than a handful was a waste he'd always said.

Damn. She turned back around. He missed the face. Her body was a ten. That could only mean her face was a two…a drunk five. But with that body…he was willing to use two bags if he needed to.

He was too busy checking out his "date" to listen to the conversation going on between the others. Remy pushing him towards the exit was the only thing that could tear his eyes off of that ass.

The cool breeze of the night air lifted Logan's spirit even higher. That club was stifling with so many bodies cramped together. "What's the plan, fellas?" he asked optimistically.

"Look who's come to life suddenly," Scott said sarcastically with a Cheshire grin on his face. "She's hot, isn't she?"

"Damn…she's hot," Logan nodded.

Remy laughed. "Woulda gave her a go myself if I'd saw her first."

"Back off, Cajun," Logan warned. "Too late."

"The girls are going to meet us out here then we'll grab some food. Then…who knows…"

"Sounds good," Logan said as he looked expectantly at the entrance of the club when it swung open.

Remy and Scott both laughed at the anticipation in the voice of their usually grouchy teammate.

Logan's smile broadened when he saw the blond, then the red head, then the…white…hair. He hadn't made it to the head. He even found it difficult now to look at her face when there was such a gorgeous body to take in. Why fight it? She stood in front of him and he was almost eye level with those beautiful tits of hers.

"Are you seriously staring at my breast?" A sultry voice that Logan would only have believed belonged to an overweight housewife on the other end of a sex hotline would have the ability to possess. That's the way the universe worked.

Logan finally looked up and into startling blue eyes tinged with something that he'd seen before in the eyes of opponents…scorn. Nah…couldn't be.

"Howdy, darlin'," Logan drawled.

Ororo scoffed and turned toward Emma. "I'm going back to the room. You guys have fun."

"Nah wait a minute, suga," Anna-Marie said. "We all came here togetha. We gotta leave togetha. An Ro…" she pulled her a few steps away, "I ain't ready to go jus' yet," she said as she glanced over at a grinning Remy. "We ain't askin' ya to marry the guy. Jus' to be nice." Ororo shook her head. "Please, Ro. I swea' I won't ask ya for anything else eva again."

"Not likely," she retorted. "Look, you and Emma have an hour. But I swear to god if this creep says one wrong thing, I'm gone."

Anna-Marie did the best she could to jump up and down in her five inch heels. "Thank ya, suga. I owe ya," she said as she turned and went to Remy.

Emma and Scott had already walked ahead. Apparently heading towards an all night diner. Anna-Marie and Remy followed suit.

"Guess it's me and you, darlin'," Logan said.

"First things first, my name is Ororo. Not darlin' or any other pet name you come up with. Secondly, my eyes are up here," she said pointing to her face. "If I catch you looking anywhere else, I swear to god people will be referring to you as "darlin'" for the rest of your life. Let's go." With that she turned and walked behind the other couples leaving a stunned Logan watching after her.