The Bar

"I can't believe you talked me into this," uttered Mark to himself as he gripped Samantha's photo to allow him to channel communication with his alter-ego that seem hell bent on having an equal share of playtime. Slowly approaching the bar from a distance.

"Hey man, you picked a bar, I just selected a more fun type of bar", laughed Dark-mark a little manically as Mark could sense the glee at the music and lights outside the building in tune to the low throbbing rock or maybe electronic music.

"This isn't going to work..." muttered Mark as he felt a hand on his chest. Before him stood a tall, muscular bouncer that would look at place at any strip club. If it wasn't for his purple skin and the ominous feeling he could snap Mark in half like a twig.

"Kid no enter. 21 or more old, to enter" motioning towards the bar entrance with his other hand. The dumb expression never leaving his face.

"I know...it's just, it's my birthday an...

"No birthday for kid! Go now! 21 or more old to enter dumb dumb!"

"We OWN this place," interrupted Dark-mark explaining his presence away through the connection pressing against his chest.

The bouncer immediately recoiled removing his hand before straightening Mark's shirt, "Me so sorry, sir. I umm you cloth look wrong. No suit? Okay okay. Sorry. You go now inside," Stepping aside, the bouncer opened the door and the music and light flooded Mark's eyes. Mark briefly pondered the suit remark but figured maybe he was so dumb, he interrupted the command and he sees the guy who owns the place when he looks at him?

This was it, this was the moment his little perverted self head been dreaming about and he always thought would be another 3 years away. Music, strippers and beer! Not the bootlegged cheap stuff but real ****!

"Right, well then. I'll just be...going on in," replied Mark a little stunned it had been that easy. Stepping through the door held open. Mark couldn't help but wondering if this was the way life was going to be from now on. Stepping into the club, he could see three stages with some very attractive dancers and even a real VIP section! Nobody here seemed to have any mutations but that didn't stop the variety of patrons from spreading their cash, swigging **** and hollering as one of the bouncers went upside down and seemed to be holding on by the tiniest portion of her knee.

"A VAGINA!" thought Mark which caused Dmark to groan hard. Stepping forward to get a better view, Mark was almost annoyed when he felt another hand on his shoulder AGAIN. This time felt a bit reassured knowing Dark-mark had shown him the way. He had this covered. His power swelling backwards towards that hand. "We own this place".

Turning around, Mark started to realize the hand on his shoulder was kind of petite actually up top but muscular south of the waist and a little...HOLY TITS! This woman was taller than him in her high heels and Double-Ds were practically filling his entire eye-span. This African chick with white hair was dressed in a sexy leather get-up too. "Yellow and blue leather? Who the hell made that awful color choice?" thought Dmark, as he quickly pondered, if she was mutant and if commanding her so early was a mistake.

Instinctively, Mark was a bit shocked he heard himself coming up with a thought, in the back of his mind, this time -- his own thought. As if his baser instincts took over, making him no better than his alter-ego.

"Mark Williams, my name is Ororo and

"Show..."

"we need to..."

"...me your tits!"

"What? Why, the audacity! Young man, we need to have a talk RIGHT NOW!" emphasized the beauty as her eyes flashed lightning white; immediately making Mark regret his decision. Just the way the air seemed to electrify sent chills down Mark's spin as every hair on his arm stood up as if he'd turned into a mini lightning rod.

Ororo couldn't help but think Mark had a point though. Young men's attention in a strip club tend to wander to whatever the largest or perkiest pair of breasts exist in the room. This was her first time attempting to convince a strip club owner to become a student at the X-men mansion so perhaps another route was needed to gain his attention.

"Way to go fucking, Moron" chastised Dark-mark, "Dying for what can be found on cable at night..."

Even as her hands started to adjust the straps on her leather tight fitting top allowing her to slide one arm down at a time, Ororo somehow managed to look intimidating. Her stern face gave way as she noticed the change in air temperature on her shoulder as hands worked against her wishes. It was inconceivable. She was about to show, a mere boy, her beauty reserved only for the most dedicated and intimate of lovers. She'd never done this before on any missions. Was she being manipulated? She'd been trained by Jean herself to detect oddities in her thoughts.

Quickly, she took stock of what she knew five minutes ago versus now. Five minutes ago she was coming here to try to recruit a powerful alpha level mutant who was a high school student. The plan was a usual conversation about what the school offers, how it teaches mutants to use their powers responsibly and after he wasn't at school or at home, she had Cerebro track his cellphone to a strip club which the mutant owns and the best way to capture that attention of the student was showing her breasts. But how does a 16 year old own a strip club and why would she need to show her breasts? To outdo strippers?

Realizing the danger she was in, she channeled a huge gust of wind to push the boy back several meters onto the stage sliding coming to rest against one of the stripper bars, denting it in the process. Figuring the best-tactic would be to temporarily render him **** so she could place on the power-limiting cuffs she carried for alpha and omega mutants in case things went wrong. Realizing he had his attention, breasts were clearly no longer necessary despite having just finishing freeing her tits. Ororo proceeded to quickly start packing them away; while the boy recovered from the blast. The sudden display of mutant power had left some of the dancers screaming and the patrons starting to head for the door; even as their heads were cranked to the side to get a fill of the African beauty's pair.

"Play it cool, Mark. Don't panic!" strongly suggested Dark-mark but ultimately knowing Mark was in charge of their body.

"But she's putting her tits away! Our powers didn't work!" cried Mark.

Walking closer to the boy but being sure to keep her distance, even as bodies blurred past her, she made one deep, commanding, uttering threat, "Mark Williams. You may own this den of sin and this establishment may be your place of business, but if you ever so much as even try to use your powers on me again, you shall not live long enough to regret. Now, let's talk. One mutant to another."

"Relax, she thinks we own the place. That command worked. Be more confident man," chastised Dmark, "We just need to get our hands on her and you can smooth this out."

Even as Mark starred up in disbelief and fear, mostly ignoring Dmark's comments and focusing on Ororo's words. Feeling glad Ororo just wanted to talk. He counted his blessings and stars he wasn't about to be fried like bacon. He'd always envisioned the electric chair would be the worst way to go. But he was saved. He'd just simply explain to Ororo about his Dark-alter, his powers and then...ask for help? She's a mutant. Maybe she's seen others whose powers went awry.

"Now, as I was saying, my name is Ororo Monroe and I'm here to ..." Mark watched as she staggered forward one step, "to..." and then back a step, "to... " and then all the way forward face first.

"Oh god," thought Mark as he heard the stutters. He could hardly believe when Ororo's curvy body slumped down towards him and a muscular purple mutant frame filled his vision with a dumb look on his face. "I save you, Boss! Raise now?!" the muscular purple mutant proudly stated as if he'd done real good as the metal pipe in his hand seemed to have a red bloody tint to it.

"FUCK!" The purple baffoon had just knocked this supremely powerful mutant out. Mark scrambled forward to check the back of her head. "Oh, thank god. No blood," which filled him with a dreadful thought of where the blood came from on that pipe. Mark was suddenly glad the Purple guy wasn't immune to his power and was on his side. "Please don't let it be serious..." though Mark as he continued to shake her upper body trying to arouse her back to wakefulness.

"Dmark, what do we do? When she wakes up she's going to totally, suck our cock. What the fuck, Dmark?! I was going to say she will **** us" stopping his shaking motion, no longer wanting her to wake up.

"You're the one who wanted to risk our live to see a pair of tits. I promised us experience with an older experienced woman. Specifically, the hottest woman in the club. I'm just fulfilling my promise. Oh right and do it naked, mark wants to see titties as you blow us" manically laughed Dmark.

"You asshole," cried Mark feeling like he was up shit-creek, "that's...that's not what I wanted!" lied mark as his cock grew hard. If showing her tits had gotten him tossed across the room into a metal stripper pole and just about tried. The thought what the punishment she'd inflict for being **** to suck his cock, butt ass naked, was absolutely terrifying. Touching himself, he tried to command Dmark to "Fix this!" only to realize too late he was in charge so he was commanding himself.

"Oh gee. I'd love to but you said quote, no permanent changes, unquote. It's not like I can just make her our **** or absolutely adore sucking cock so much she feels we just gave her what she truly wanted, now can I? I just bought you time till you figure out what you want to do," replied Dmark knowing he was bound but his earlier, agreed upon, self imposed rule of no permanent changes. "I figure she can't wind gust us into another pole while she's servicing our pole" chuckled Dmark.

"Why does my most confident self have the worst puns ever?" pondered Mark briefly. Before Dark-mark could even begin to come up with a witty response or gloat further, Ororo started to moan as try to push herself up from the floor. Her consciousness slowly began to come back. "Oh geez. Oh geez. Oh geez," panicked Mark realizing, she was going to wake up, and immediately start going down on him, topless. Then moments later? during? he'd be ....god knows what. Krispy Fried Chicken? Charcoal?

"What happened?" asked Ororo rubbing the back of her head.

"You err I err umm, " stuttered Mark as he watched this African American supermodel-esque beauty half-conscious, eyes go wide as she proceeded to undress her top layers again, causing her eyes to light up with thunderous energy, "I warned you, Mark."

"My body guard thought you were a threat! He knocked you out! It wasn't me! Please believe me! Don't hurt me!" begged Mark like a scared boy while cowering and covering the sensitive parts of his face with his hands. Only his hips and his hardened cock touching her.

As she recognize her actions, had instilled such fear, she momentary paused her plans to channel a few thousand volts into his system and continued battling her desires. On one hand, she wanted to cook this mutant for violating her privacy and humiliating herself, twice. Yet, she also couldn't channel her power against him to hurt him. Somehow, despite so much power being ready to fire, she felt some block like she couldn't release it. Ororo was not used to feeling powerless and not in control; but she knew how to bluff. Gambit had taught her that well.

Worse yet, the other competing desire was to do something unthinkable to anyone but perhaps Forge or T'Challa; and only in the heat of lust. Her body could feel the girth and length pressing against her hip and it was ... arousing how large it was. At least, as large as wolverine and almost equal to Jean's rumors about Scott's endowment they once gossiped over while heavily intoxicated on celebratory wine.

"I ...believe you but the thoughts and actions you tried to put into my brain are not acceptable, " explained Storm with her best intimidating voice and face, "I will not release enough energy into your body to incinerate every last molecule. If you do four things. First, get off of me immediately. Second, apologize and third do not put another single command or thought in my mind; and fourth, finally allow me to explain why I am here before you fuck things up further. Trust me, I have very powerful friends, you do not want to make enemies of."