He's pretty nervous

John was at his desk going through his usual hypothetical situations for therapy. He liked to think he was making good progress on his therapy studies, but you could never be sure, especially as he was self-taught. He hadn't gotten any new patients yet, as it had just been two days since Rina's last session and Phoenix and the rest of her team came back.

From what he heard about how the mission had gone down, it looked like he would get more patients who would need to talk. Hearing about how the whole lair had gone kaboom and Phoenix could only save her team made him wonder what type of bomb Mr. Sinister had put into his lair, exactly considering the type of psychic power she usually had at her finger tips.

To make matters worse apparently, besides the poor five dead souls that were the nasty boys, there were now five poor girls that had been toys of Mr. Sinister. Apparently they needed help adjusting to all that had been done to them while being held by Mr. Sinister, and so the Phoenix would be helping them with that. So he probably wouldn't be seeing her for a while.

Though to be honest, he was a bit terrified as he wasn't sure which was worse to deal with the four X-Men with new trauma to deal with besides all the other undealt with trauma or five women who have been through sexual **** for god knows how long. Christ sake, he just got one patient to like coming to his session; he wasn't ready for this.

"No, John, get it together; you can do this." Mr. Doe said to himself, trying to hype himself as he tried to think positively. It would be a while before he had to help, as Wolverine and Cyclops weren't coming to him any time soon as they weren't the type to ask for help, and as mentioned earlier, the five women were apparently getting help to adjust to their new surroundings.

So that left Rogue and Gambit, who just might ask him for help, as apparently, from what he'd been hearing, Magneto had found some way to touch Rogue, and apparently they had gotten rather handsy, leaving Gambit for him. Now eventually Rogue came to her senses, realizing that just because he could touch her, getting with a terrorist was a bad idea.

So she tried to get back with Gambit, not that he was happy about her coming back to him. As any man would be when a woman leaves you for someone else. So yeah, he was going to be in the middle of battle trauma and romantic drama when it came to Rogue and Gambit.

"Oh joy, don't I have so much to look forward to?" Mr. Doe said to himself with a sigh before he began to feel out the last of the practice sheets. Once he finally finished with all the paperwork, he figured he might as well night the bullet. He reached for his phone and called Charlie.

"Hello Charlia How are you today?" Mr. Doe said, staring off politely as before he was about to make his request and honestly wondering how she was handling being a substitute principle. Well, Phoenix was busy with the newcomers.

"Oh, I'm fine. Mr. Doe, thanks for asking. What do you need?" Charlia asked while she typed away at Phoenix's desk, trying to get straight to the point, wanting to get past niceties and straight to helping John with whatever he needed, as was her purpose.

"Oh, while with how the last mission went and the relationship drama I've been hearing about. I figure I needed to have a session with Gambit, seeing as he is under a lot more pressure than usual. What with recent events?" Mr. Doe said he was trying to see if he could have Charlia help him schedule an appointment with Gambit.

"Yes, I see what you're getting at, and I agree with your assessment. I'll have Gambit come in for a session in two days. Does that sound good?" Charlia asked, trying to give John what he wanted as quickly as possible but also make sure he was ready for it as well.

"That works for me, Charlia. I'll be ready and waiting. Thanks for your help." John said before he ended the phone call as Charlia said good-bye on her end. Seeing as he has two days, John began to focus on the couples therapy, how-to, and situational guides for the next two days, trying to be as ready as he could be for his session with Gambit.

Meanwhile, on Charlia's end, once she had filled out the necessary paperwork and sent Gambit a message to report to Mr. Doe for a mandatory session, she then turned off her computer and made her way down to the institute's basement.

Once she was down the stairs, she found herself in a dungeon where Phoenix was having her fun with the former nasty boys. At that current moment, she was having fun with Flea Bag. Once a vicious predator, a man of fear and teeth, Phoenix had reduced him to furry's wet dream. Now he was a she that was mostly tits and ass.

The now female flea bag was **** to wear a muzzle, her growls bearly coming through as Phoenix thrust into her again and again with her signature dildo made of psychic fire feeding of the pain she caused. "Mistress, sorry to bother you, but I have something to tell you." Charlie said she was trying to get Phoenix's attention.

Phoenix turned to her, her eyes burning with malice at the interruption of her fun and a promise that Charlia would join in the agony if the news was not important enough. "Speak you worthless blond whore!" Phoenix roared out, giving a few thrusts into the furry Fleabag to make her threat clear.

"Well, Mistress, our master seems to want to aid Gambit in his mental problems. Likely as a way to show his doing his job." Charlia stated simply not a hint of fear showing on her fear in the face of Phoenix's threat. Phoenix ignored Charlia's lack of reaction, focusing more on the news of her master trying to help the male X-Men.

Phoenix has only put him in as a therapist so he could train the female members of the institute to be his whores. She hadn't really expected him to actually try and help anyone deal with their problems. Phoenix bit her fingernails, thinking for a moment before she spoke to Charlia.

"Will go with it for now. Help him as best you can, but inform me of everything that happens with these sessions, and if anything goes wrong, well." Phoenix said a lewd smirk on her face as she looked over at the changed nasty boys."We can just add a gambling whore to the rest. I'm sure Master won't mind a whore that likes to play strip poker." Phoenix said, giving her final thoughts on the matter before waving at Charlia to go out of the dungeon.

Charlia bowed to her mistress and made her way up. Phoenix turned her attention back to the changed furry flea bag. "You didn't think I forgot about you, did you?" Phoenix said, whispering viscously in Fleabag's ear, who wined like a wounded animal as Phoenix began to torment her once again. Her whimpers and Phoenix's sadistic moans echoing in the dungeon.