Jean... The modern day pimp.

The meal had gone on without any further interruption. With Jean delighting in the two reacting in her presence as she ate away on the chicken wings. The couple knowing full well what was on them the entire time as they picked at their corn bread and keeping up appearances.

"Hmmm, these wings are delicious Rogue, you MUST tell me the recipe!"

"Uhm..." Blushing somewhat, Rogue looked away, pretending to be embarrassed with the compliment. "Sure thing Sugah..."

"Scott honey, don't YOU want any? All you've eaten is the salad and cornbread."

Picking at his cornbread with his hand while swirling his fork into the pecan salad, Scott looked like he was going to **** a bit when he caught the sight of Jean eating another chicken wing. "I-I'm just trying to keep my figure." He chuckled, getting the same enthusiasm from Rogue sitting across from him.

Narrowing her eyes in a sly grin, Jean decided to start the next move in her plans. Turning her attention to Anne Marie, Jean licked her lips clean and reached for another wing. "Did you hear that Rogue? He's trying to watch his boyish figure. Men... Am I right?"

Reading their minds, Jean found Scott was nonplus about the remark, but Rogue was slightly taken back. Realising she was open, she went for another verbal jab.

"But I get it, he probably wants to keep up the illusion he's still available for the ladies. I mean he IS the leader of the X-Men, there's an image to uphold, right?"

"Well... That and I want to keep in shape." Answered Scott, taking a bite of his salad. He didn't much mind the comment, but Rogue hid her venom behind a warm smile, even though her mind was calling Jean... What was it? Ginger haired, two-faced, pole cat? It took some effort not to react when she noticed Anne Marie reach out and pat Scott on the leg, as if to give the man emotional support. PERFECT! Thought Jean, knowing full well she had given Rogue enough incentive to want to do this again, all she had to do was wait until the Southern beauty decided that itch could no longer be ignored, and call for a scratch.

After dinner, the couple made their farewells and thanks for dinner, with Jean giving the woman a hug, but when she pulled away, she grinned to see Rogue linger hugging Scott just as they both left and waved goodbye.

Making their way back home, Jean looped her arm around Scott's and leaned her head against his shoulder. "Well... That was fun, wasn't it?"

"Yeah... Fun." Scratching the back of his head, Scott remained silent, but Jean knew what was going on in his mind. He was still feeling the rush from him and Anne Marie getting tangled together in the kitchen, even now he was making a tent in his pants. One she was going to take advantage of tonight when they got home.

*

2 Days later...

Humming to herself as she watered the plants in her home, Jean smiled when she heard the front door chim, letting her know she had a visitor. Putting away the watering can, she pulled off her gloves and opened the door, her smile going wider until her teeth shone at the sight of Ororo standing there with her own pleasant smile on her lips.

"ORORO! Welcome, what brings you here?"

"Hello Jean..." Storm greeted, shifting her eyes at either end of the home's interior as she poked her head in to look around. "Is... Scott around?"

Turning to look over her shoulder to the rest of her home, Jean feigned confusion and then playfully slapped her forehead with her fingers. "Oh my, no. Scott is out on a business meeting back in New York, he's expected back by the end of the day. Why? Plumbing acting up again?"

Giving the woman a closer look, Jean realised the woman had made an extra effort to make herself look more attractive. Wearing a very stylish dress and jewelry and wearing lipstick and make up. The weather goddess looked everybit her name sake as she sashayed into the house just as Jean closed the door behind her. She had actually hoped to see Scott here with her, if only so he could see her look like this.

"Well... No. My plumbing is doing fine. It's just that I've got some extra work that needs to be done with my greenhouse and I thought I could ask Scott to offer an extra pair of hands."

A pair of hands to grope and fondle those tits and that ass I'm sure. Jean thought to herself, reading the woman's mind and all the spicy fantasies she was coming up with if she got the man in her proximity.

"Is that so? Well then, I'll let him know when he comes home tonight. Maybe it'll give him something to do other than sit around and look handsome while I do all the work around here."

Reading her mind again, Storm kept up a pleasant smile as she shrugged, but deep down she was cursing Jean's name and her fantasies with Scott went from simple desires to full blown pornographic fantasies of her stealing Scott away from his cruel wife, rewarding him with pleasures and joys she thought Scott was denied.

"Thanks! Can he come around noon tomorrow?"

"Sure, do you want to stay for a while? I was about to brew some tea."

Giving the red haired woman a chaste hug, Storm made her way to the door. "No, that's okay, I just wanted to stop by... There's nothing here to make me feel thirsty anyway."

"Alright, bye Storm." The moment the door closed, Jean spun around and leaned against the door frame, fanning herself as she gasped for air. Oh yes, this was going to be perfect!