Meeting Jean & Emma

Natasha tried to calm herself as she walked across the Grey-Frost University campus. You can do this Nat, she thought to herself. You've been through so much worse and haven't broken before. This? This is nothing.

Her thoughts were betrayed by her wet pussy, spurred on by the tiny outfits the students at the school were wearing -- the short skirt and tiny shirts, tied in a knot at the front may have been cliche, but incredibly effective in serving their purpose, which was to titillate both professor and student alike. It didn't help that the women on campus were all drop dead gorgeous, or that they all were gazing lustfully at Natasha. Some of them even tried to get her attention, but Natasha pretended not to see or hear them as she desperately tried to focus on simply making it to the headmistress' office.

She entered Jean & Emma's office, and approached the pretty receptionist. "Um, excuse me...? Hi there. I'm here to speak with Headmistresses Grey and Frost?"

"Oh! You must be Miss Romanov," the receptionist said in a friendly tone, looking over Natasha with interest. "I can see why they were so eager to talk to you. I'll let them know you're here."

The young woman disappeared to the back for a minute before reemerging and telling Natasha, "Miss Frost and Miss Grey will see you now. And, um, if you're interested, maybe I could see you later? Forgive me if I'm being too forward, it's just that, well, you're really pretty..."

She handed Natasha a note with her number on it before sitting down and continuing her work. Natasha pocketed the note, subconsciously hoping she'd have the chance to get to know this attractive woman better at a later date. She took a deep breath and walked into the headmistress' office, where she was greeted by the sight of Jean and Emma, wearing the familiar corsets and thigh high boots that made up the Hellfire Queens' outfits.

"Natasha. We're delighted to see you again," Emma greeted, smiling. "We've been looking forward to another face to face meeting -- we wanted to personally reward you for a job well done."

Natasha's mind raced, trying to think of something -- anything -- to distract her from the sexy sight in front of her. "No need -- I was just doing my job. I need to speak with one of your X-Women, Anna Marie..."

"In time, Nat," Jean interrupted. "I know Rogue and the other X-Women will be all too happy to speak with you. Before they do, though, we'd like to discuss business of our own..."

The two X-Women moved closer to Natasha, Emma in front of her and Jean behind her, seductive smiles on their faces. Emma placed a hand on Natasha's arm, and the mere touch sent electric shocks throughout Natasha's body.

"I--if it's all the same, I'm really busy at the moment, and would like to speak with Anna as soon as I can..."

"Shhhhh... relax," Jean whispered in her ear, slowly moving the zipper on the front of Natasha's suit down. As she did, she stuck another hand inside the suit, fondling Natasha's left breast. "We'll call her in to talk very soon."

"And I'm sure she'll be very accommodating," Emma whispered in Natasha's ear as her hands snaked around and rested on Natasha's lower back. "Before that, though, couldn't you spare some time for us?"

Natasha felt her resistance fading, accelerated by Emma kissing her earlobe as Jean planted kisses of her own on Natasha's neck. All she could think about was how good all this felt... and how she was ready to give in as the memories of her previous life began to fade...

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Wade Wilson shouted melodramatically in a deep voice as he teleported into the room.

"Deadpool?! What the hell..." Emma snarled, confused by the mercenary's sudden appearance.

"That was my dramatic slow motion yell. Did you two not get that? I guess it technically wasn't in slow motion, but that was the vibe I was going for... anyway, sorry to bust in -- I know you ladies don't like dudes on your campus, but I'm here for the Widow -- it's my job. I know, I know, twatswatting totally isn't cool, but you have no idea how much I'm being paid for this! Ready to go, Nat?"

"Wade..." Natasha grunted, still in a fog as he grabbed her arm.

"To everyone reading this -- I'm really sorry. I know you're pissed. I'd be pissed at me, too! Sadly, this shit was in my contract -- if you've got a problem with it, take it up with Fury. Btdubs, X-Ladies -- lookin' good as always!" Wade yelled, giving a thumbs up before teleporting Natasha away.