"My name is Jean..."

“No, thank you. And my name is Jean,” Jean replies curtly. There’s no way she is going to let this kid call her by Logan’s nickname. I don’t even like Logan using it. She thinks, lying to herself. “Or Miss Grey, if you prefer.”

Realizing that she is sounding rude, Jean sighs, trying to ignore the thoughts still lingering in the back of my mind. Why the hell couldn’t Kitty wait just one more day for the stupid record? "So, what do you think of the place?”

"It's great, uhh... Jean. Hope you don’t mind. Scott told me I could help myself." I say, but all Jean hears is:

'God, her tits are ready to burst from that dress.'

As my surface thoughts invade her mind loudly along with images of my cock thrusting up between them.

"Ughh..." Jean flinches as if she's slapped. Instantly, she turns away in an attempt to hide her breasts from view. Although it’s very embarrassing, Jean’s still confident that my empathic powers could never penetrate her mental defenses or own psychic abilities. He's just a horny teenager with an overactive imagination.

"Of course. Just be mindful of the others when they get here." She says, trying to just ignore the stray thoughts that keep rushing through her head.

"No worries.” I reply, shrugging indifferently. As I drink, my eyes wander over Jean's body - her long, smooth legs, her shapely curves, and her long red hair cascading down her back. Setting the glass down, I give a slight grin. "So, are you and Scott, you know... a thing?"

"W-what?" Jean asks, shaking her head. Still distracted by all the thoughts and images, she focuses to clear the haze. "I mean... yes, we are a couple. Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering," I reply, frowning slightly. "You look like you're dressed up for a night on the town." I smirk suggestively. "Sorry if I interrupted anything."

"No, it's fine. We just got back." Jean answers, turning away from me as she heads for the cabinet. "We’re always eager to welcome a new face."

"A new face isn't usually the first thing I notice." I say, frowning as she turns away. An image suddenly flashes in Jean’s mind of herself naked, her wrists bound as she dangles from the ceiling. Blindfolded, she's unable to see as she is used and **** by numerous men encouraging each other. It's very intense and reminds her of the time when the X-Men were captured by the Hellfire Club.