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Chapter 5: Scott

Jean was walking towards the rooms behind the dancing area. She was so focused on the client she would be having next, that she didn't almost notice Scott Summers, who was one of the security guys, passing her by.
"Hey - hey, baby", he stopped Jean by wrenching her by the arm gently. Jean turned her head, her flaming red hair swaying a little. She was now standing still next to him. For a moment, seemed like Jean didn't realize who he was, but then a familiar spark ignited in her eyes when she saw Scott's sunglasses, which he always kept on because of his deadly glance. "What's the hurry?" Scott asked and smiled to her. Jean's body language changed from tense to relaxed immediately.
"Well, I'm busy, you know that", she said with seductive voice. Scott and her were having an affair or you could even call it a relationship. They lived together. Jean felt save with him somehow. He was just a nice guy. It was nice to have someone around who understood the pressure of being a mutant – and who accepted her also as a prostitute, that was actually how they had met. In this club, looking for some sort of shelter, so Scott had been very supportive from the beginning.
"I thought you would've come home with me", Scott said, sounding a little upset from the fact that her shift was a late one. Jean brought her arms around him and she looked into his eyes – not that she could see them behind the sunglasses, but still. He would see her eyes.
"I'll come after this one, I promise", she tried, with a persuasive sound.
"And I'll be already asleep", he wined.
"Well, I promise to wake you up, okay?" Jean said, smiling a little. He nodded eventually. "I can't wait to get next to you after this is done..." she almost whispered, giving some ideas what might be expected. Scott's mouth stretched to grin. Jean gave him a kiss and then kept going. Scott gave her arm the freedom and looked after her. This woman knew how to make him crazy with anticipation.

Later, Jean was coming home to their flat. Just as he had said, Scott was sleeping. Jean crept to the bedroom, seeing the man he loved lying on the bed. His sunglasses were on the night table, waiting to be worn again in the morning. Jean put her handbag down and undressed herself quietly. The darkness in the room made it almost impossible for her to see Scott on the bed. But she knew he was there. She could read his dreams with her powers.
Jean was tiptoeing next to the bed and then climbed on it, still feeling a hot damp and friction between her legs. She had fucked the client good and was not really in the mood to get fucked anymore after a long day, but her mind was going crazy with all the sex she had experienced. She felt like giving Scott a surprise.

Luckily for her, Scott was a heavy sleeper. A gun could've been fired next to his ear and he still wouldn't wake up. Jean removed to cover over him and saw him in his boxers. Jean felt like she was a cougar, circling her prey. She lowered his boxers just enough to get his dick out and then she licked the top of it. He started moving, woken from the dream. He answered to pleasure instantly, unlike shoving or hitting which Jean had to do sometimes to stop him from snoring. Jean slid his cock inside her wet mouth, while she let her tongue cover her teeth from hurting him. Scott was starting to wake up when she kissed the tender skin over his balls.
"Don't", she demanded when he was reaching for his sunglasses. Scott stopped and waited. "Just keep your eyes closed."
"But I can't see you", he said with sleepy voice.
"That's the idea", Jean grinned. Scott was confused. "Just enjoy it."
Scott hesitated, his arm still on the night table, ready.

"Scott..." she pressured him, tickling his knob with her tongue. Scott sighed with frustation of being teased. Jean kept her eyes on him until he finally brought his hand back to the bed. Jean was pleased. She tried not to touch the cock with her hands and only supported it once in a while. Jean was sure Scott liked that, it was just so much tender somehow. She had learned that a hint of something was sometimes better than going all the way, with rough moves. She kept licking up and down the shaft slowly but surely.

"Jean, I want to see you..." Scott moaned.
"No", she denied, while taking a breath before going in again. Scott surrendered. Nothing could change Jean's mind when she wanted something. "I know you like this, I can read your mind, so why would you like to see me...?" Jean asked.
"I-Ih... just wanth toh seeh yoh..." Scott answered without giving an explanation, raising his hips a little bit. Jean didn't say anything anymore. In this case not knowing what was going to happen was better than seeing and guessing. It kept the tension up.
After licking some time, Jean started to suck the dick when it was wet enough and therefore easy to adjust against the lips. Her mouth was like a powerful tool and her suction was unbelievable to some men. And so was the fact that she could deepthroath really good. Jean had become an expert on this while working on the club. Scott was his test subject and he was willing to be it.

Scott could hear Jean gag a little, but it didn't sound like she was not enjoying the deepthroathing. It just made Scott imagine how deep his cock was when he could feel her lips barely touching his balls. Jean was right. Picturing it all was better than actually knowing. She kept her pace steady and it was easy to follow. Dating a prostitute had its perks.

After licking and sucking, and making Scott squirm under her, she gave herself a little time to catch her breath. Meantime her hand was keeping him busy. Jean watched his face. She could see how hard time he had when he had to force himself to keep his eyes closed. This made Jean enjoy all of this even more. He had to suffer a bit to make his senses grow stronger. When one sense was lost, the other ones were more sensitive to everything. Now Scott could feel the touch stronger.
"I'll finish what I started", Jean announced and Scott nodded impatiently. She went down on him again and kept going. Slowly but surely she reached the point where his body started to tense up in a way that could only mean one thing. He was coming soon. She pressed her lips tightly on the knob and sucked. The liquid started to come out slowly. Jean forced it to slide on her tongue as she swallowed it down with her cheeks all sucked in.
"O-hohh..." Scott complained with pleasure. Eventually Jean had smothered him dry and he laid down on the bed, without any intention to move because he was so worn out. Jean slid next to him, to lay on her stomach, while licking her lips.
"How's that for waking up...?" she asked grinning.