Flex and Rogue's night out

Rogue wasn't surprised when Flex told her that he wanted to take her to a restaurant

The issue, for her, was that it was a rather popular one that was frequented by a lot of mutants.

She felt a little hesitance at that, the higher profile she was, the harder her mission would be, after all the traitor could have someone at the restaurant that was willing to rat out that they saw Rogue and one of the Muties, then one thing would lead to another and her cover would be blown sky high.

In general gossip could easily get back to around that Rogue was involved with a known **** dealer.

Still, she went with it.

'Just go with the flow' was her philosophy right now and she didn't feel like she should change that, instead she would just try to stay more cautious about the people around her than usual.

She hoped that would serve her well.

Just as she figured, as soon as they arrived, all eyes were on her and Flex.

She looked around and felt a bit of relief at no one seemingly recognizing her and vice versa.

She'd talk to Flex tomorrow about keeping a lower profile, but tonight, thanks to the Edge she had done earlier and confidence in her anonymity, she was going to enjoy knowing that she was being the object of a lot of people's fantasies later in the evening.

He happily escorted her to a booth, keeping his hand firmly on her ass, after all he wanted everyone there to know that he owned her, the woman that he'd always thought was the hottest of all the X-Women.

The booth was somewhat secluded from the other patrons of the club, which Rogue appreciated.

They sat in the booth, ordered their food and Flex began to tell her about his day while they ate.

As with every conversation they'd had, it soon descended into bragging about how much money he'd made that day selling Edge.

Rogue wasn't surprised by that one bit, but she still had to feign interest, luckily for her, the Edge was helping quite a bit in that regard.

It helped her tune his words out, giving what could best be described as autopilot replies to his bragging and helping her mind wonder.

Her thoughts were soon filled with fantasies of getting her brains fucked out and fantasies of being **** to gag on a huge dick.

These fantasies were ones that she was determined to make a reality and Flex had already proved he was just the man for that job.

After a while, Flex's story finally ended and, instead of asking her anything, he simply decided to do something incredibly bold: he quickly poured some Edge out on the table, cut it into lines and snorted a small one, before offering the straw to Rogue.

"Ain't this a little public?" She asked, fighting the mindless urge to take the straw and snort the ****.

"If it was too public, do you really think I would have just done a line myself, I know the people that run this place and we won't have any problems, I promise you." He said, that was enough to convince Rogue that this was ok as she reached out and took the straw.

She snorted the line and everything went out of focus for a few moments.

Then she became laser focused on Flex.

She wanted to fuck him right then and there, even more than earlier.

Their conversation became Rogue awkwardly flirting with Flex and her hands roaming everywhere on his body she could get to.

Flex quickly figured out exactly what she wanted and decided to not wait any longer.

He grabbed her hand and took her to a private bathroom.

"Being friends with the owner of this place has it's perks." He boasted with a grin as he led her inside.

Rogue smiled, she was so aroused by the **** that she lost her earlier fear of getting caught, in fact, as cliche as it was, that possibility made things even hotter.

Then and there, all she cared about was that they were about to have a lot of fun.