Busty buddy cops

Psyloke felt the polite presence of her friend waiting for her to let her in. The half naked woman ignored her friend and used her own psionic gifts to keep her at bay. If Jean really wanted in badly enough she doubted she could stop her, but they all respected privacy. Any resistance was sign to stop trying. Betsy figured if the woman wanted to say something she could say it out loud.

After several long minutes of searching the woman grew impatient, angry. It didn’t help knowing the purpose of this building made it abundantly clear what several set ups in the rooms were for. Small details like fingernail marks on the walls near a bed frame. Small red blotches underneath the beds. Occasional ash. It disgusted her. “So why can’t you just tell us where they are? They’re kids, not like they can keep you out of their heads.”

Jean sighed, “I tried. But whenever I tried it just blurred the source. I could only narrow it down to this location.” She paused and drew a finger on her temple, “We seem to be close enough.”

“Oh? Why?”

“Because whatever is dampening my ability to sense them is working on us as well. I can feel the others fine but it’s hard to sense you anymore.” Seeing Betsy open her mouth she shook her head, “I don’t mean you being firm. I can’t even sense that anymore.” She looked distant before groaning, “We must be very close. I can’t reach out to the others. The book is too strong here.”

Betsy felt the fight or flight adrenaline pump into her body hearing this. Jean may believe these kids were harmless but getting your hands on something as dangerous as this was proof they were not to be underestimated.

Sound. Focus. Yes…down the hall second door to the left. Some sort of movement…a struggle of some kind. A woman’s whimper. Psyloke wondered if this was how Logan felt but so much stronger. Motioning to the red head with crazy proportions, they silently moved forward.

The purple haired fighter signalled a countdown. 3…2…1…the door swung open almost magically while Betsy pounced forward inches from grabbing the assailant when she realized the two were naked and they weren’t in a struggle they were-

“Oh yes baby!” The petite teen moaned, “Fuck I’m cumming!” Suddenly they noticed the figures and screamed, scrambling for their clothes. Betsy figured their outfits probably were intimidating in a dark deserted building.

“What the fuck are you two doing here?” The man roared looking for his underwear. Eyes hungrily wandering the very feminine and fertile bodies of the two mutants.

“Trying to keep people out of trouble and figure out the truth.” The athletic ninja grinned at the man, seeing his less than average dick, “She lied by the way. You haven’t made her cum since you started hooking up and it’s starting to piss her off.”

Jean looked at her friend sternly. Unfortunately her psionic link wasn’t working to scold her. “Do you know anyone else that might be in here? They may be in danger!”

The man gave up and just stood naked trying to hold the other teen but she pushed him away, “What sort of danger?”

The young girl glared at him, “I think they are superheroes. They weren’t lying about either of the things she said.” Ignoring the partner’s angry reply she approached Betsy, “A few of us were trying to get a contest together. Come and drink and do some hunt. One of the guys found some lame spell book and was going to make a show of it to start the treasure hunt.”

Jean held her tongue. It seemed her friend somehow won the girl over already by being her blunt self. Betsy nodded, “Where is the stupid book?”

“Probably in the Uh cafeteria. It’s like down two floors and I think to the right? You can see it from the stairs.” The girl answered before pulling her clothes back on. “Hey if you see my sister, Nessa could you tell her that her sister is heading out and is waiting for her?”

The purple haired British Asian nodded before the two mutants left the naked teens to get their modesty back. Pretending not to hear the harsh argument of a shattered ego.

“I’m impressed.” Jean cooed.

“I’m not.”

“Hmm?”

“Why the fuck could I read her surface thoughts but you can’t?” She walked briskly forcing Jean to pick up the pace, “I don’t like that.” There was no world where she had a chance psionically versus one of the most powerful telepaths on the planet.

The further they made it the more Psyloke pulled ahead eventually leaping down the last bit of stairs and jogging into the nearby cafeteria. There was a number to tables dragged to make a lane attempt at a stage where one young man stood holding a bright pink book reading out loud.

The ninja broke into a low form to keep from catching peripheral vision and dashed towards the stage. She noticed the book begin to glow and she slid to a stop in horror when a pink glow crossed his eyes and the book flashed brightly for a moment.

A spell had just been cast.