Chapter 16: Hank

Mystique was walking along Logan. He was in a serious mood, the kind that almost made Mystiqe to fear play games with him – which was unusual. If there was anything to know about Mystique, it was that she was big on playing games. Teasing, tricking and fooling was her specialty.
"Okay, so", Logan started to explain what was going on, "there's someone who needs to be... entertained and he's a big deal for us. He was one of the people that helped this club to get on its feet. He gave part of the funding and that's why I need you to be on your best behavior."
"I'm always on my best behavior", Mystique smirked and Logan stopped her. He didn't seem amused at all. He landed his hands on her arms and gave them a little squeeze.

"I mean it", Logan said. Mystique sighed and shrugged. "You owe it to me", the man reminded her, because he had swore to fire her next time she did something stupid.
"Okay then", she thought. "So... what does she prefer? Blond? Brunette? Red hair? Young, old? Sexy, innocent?" Mystique gave him a list of what she could perform for him.
"Actually..." Logan murmured. "Maybe you should go in like that..."
Mystique looked at herself. She was in her blue meat suit and usually she didn't want to be seen like this. Only the staff knew her like that. For others she was whatever they wanted her to be. No one really knew what she looked like.
"And scare him away? Didn't you say he was a big client?" Mystique knew not many people were unafraid to look at her like this. Something about it scared them.
"He is but..." Logan nodded. "You'll understand when you get in."
Logan almost pushed her inside the room where the man was waiting. Mystique had hard time standing on her feet but she didn't trip. She glanced around and noticed a hairy man sitting on a couch. And by hairy man I mean that he was hairier than usual. He looked like an animal and his hair was navy blue – just like her skin. The man looked surprised but then smiled like he liked what he was seeing.

"Why", the man started and Mystique didn't know how to react, "you don't often see someone so beautiful just walk in. Is that... how you really look like?" he seemed polite. Mystique wasn't used to that. She gave him a gentle nod, feeling very insecure at the moment. The man smiled and stood up. He reached out his hand.
"My name is Hank", he told her, seeing Mystique staring at his hand like she didn't know what to do with it. Hank soon realized this was not the way to do this. "I'm sorry", he laughed it off. "I'm just... not used to this, you could say. I mean, I meet people every day, yes, it's because of my work", he told her. "Anyway", he shook his head. "That's probably not what you want to hear. I'm talking too much. That's what I do sometimes."
There was an awkward silence in the room. Mystique couldn't see a way to turn this thing around and get to the point, but fortunately he helped her. Hank started to take off his tie.
"Seeing you're already naked, I should do something about my clothes", he said. Mystique seemed confused but soon she realized she probably looked like she was naked. Her skin was different from other's. Actually the most private parts were covered with different texture than the rest of the skin. No one ever got to see her that close. Her skin was in an "eternally changing" state. On top of her breasts, there were scales and she also had strings on. They were exactly the color of her skin, so you could barely see the difference.

Mystique watched as he took his suit off and stood there in his boxers. He was fully blue too, but where Mystique had her scales, he had his hair. They stared at each other and Mystique slowly took off her strings. Hank looked astounded.
"Oh..." he voiced and looked down on his boxers. He took them off too and they stood there, naked, staring each other's bodies. It was like they had never seen a mutant before. Mystique walked towards him, making him retreat to the couch. As he sat down, she kneeled in front of him, watching him with her yellow eyes. She noticed he didn't have yellow eyes like she did. They were normal, calm and caring. Mystique felt out of his comfort zone, so she did the only thing she could do. Make him enjoy his stay.

His dick was covered in hair too but Mystique didn't let it bother her. She had seen and fucked worse. Her eyes measured the cock for a while and then she leaned forward, licking its top. The wet muscle against his member jolted something in Hank and he sighed. He hadn't had sex for a while, because women were scared of him. Hank spread his legs silently so Mystique could get a closer position. She licked it for a while, trying to make it wet enough. The member reacted every time and then Mystique slowly let her spit fall between her lips on top of it. It dripped down on it and Mystique rubbed it onto it, so it would be smoother to suck. Hank enjoyed it, closed his eyes and soon Mystique was able to forget her insecurities. This was what she knew best, no matter what she looked like. But still, this felt much more intimate than before. Maybe it was because she wasn't in any role, she was just herself. And he accepted it.

The clients weren't usually mutants, but every now and then someone popped in and they were to be treated as equally as anyone. But no one like Hank had ever came by. Not for her anyway.
She kept the dick up (though it barely needed any holding...) as she tucked her lips over her teeth, letting the tongue slide down lovingly, before she started to pump the dick up and down to her mouth. The walls of her mouth kept pressing against it as she sucked it with pleasure. Her talent impressed Hank.

When it was easy to tell he was ready enough, she gazed at him with a fixed look and he glanced at her.
"Come. Come sit on my lap", he said and Mystique stood up, letting him tell her what to do. She knew very well how to please a man, but this was different. Logan's words were ringing in her head. She had to make him enjoy every moment and the best way to do it was to let him tell what he wanted, what he came for. And to Mystique it seemed like he had a very clear vision.
She climbed to the couch, to sit on his lap. He wrapped his hands around her back, bringing her slowly closer. He kept his eyes on her, treating her carefully. Mystique's legs opened up, revealing her bare pussy. Hank lowered his eyes, noticing the pink flesh between her legs. It stood out from the blue skin. It was inviting and he gave it a gentle caress. Mystique quailed. Hank looked at her eyes but saw no emotion in them. They just stared back at him.

Hank leaned closer and kissed her same time he sank his two big fingers in her. Mystique brought her hips closer, even thought every fiber in her body wanted to resist this exciting feeling. Hank started to explore her within. Her arms rose to his shoulders, locking his hand between them. Soon she started to jerk her hips slowly against his fingers, letting them sink in. Her pussy was getting more wet by every movement. Finally Hank pulled his fingers out and Mystique stopped kissing him. She knew it was time to move to the next step. Hank wrapped his arms around her waist as she leaned back, her other hand on his shoulder, keeping her in place. Hank looked down and saw her pussy opening up. His dick was still erected as Mystique adjusted it to the vaginal entrance. Mystique lifted her ass a little, bringing herself closer. Hank groaned with excitement, impatiently waiting for her. Mystique was in her place but Hank surprised her by lifting her to his lap as he stood up. Hank walked towards the wall, letting Mystique's back lean against it, as he started to thrust in her. Mystique wrapped her legs around him, feeling his hands on her thighs as she kept her hands behind his neck. Hank turned out to be more than a polite politician. He was a beast and kept thrusting in her until he felt close to the climax. The moans filled the room, they both were enjoying this. Finally, he moved away, letting her down on the floor. Her legs were shaking even though she was in good shape to perform sex like that.
"Suck me", he pleaded and Mystique got on her knees. He took his dick in her mouth, feeling the warm pulse against the roof of the mouth. Her tongue was softer this time and jaw relaxed, when he jerked his dick in and out, feeling the ejaculation coming. And when it did, she took it in her mouth, thinking what he wanted her to do with it. Mystique decided to swallow it and it seemed to please him. Even though he had come, Mystique still kept licking the head of the penis. Hank pet her temple, looking at her.
"You're so beautiful", he said.