Dean, pepper and Natasha

I ended up wandering around the club a bit restlessly, trying to stay away from the women Emma thought would fit my mould. The **** hadn't kicked in yet, but the evening was still young and Emma had made it clear how capable she was at controlling women's minds. Eventually I found Scott standing by a staircase and went to him. At least he would be able to tell me where to find Jean or Emma. And even if not, at least I was safe from any erotic advances. Not that Emma would think I was bisexual. If she did, it would be time to show her the limits. This thought was funny on the one hand, but also highly erotic in a frightening way on the other.

Laughing at the image in my head, I walked over to Scott, who looked a little lost. "Are you OK?" I asked curiously.

"Oh, hey Dean. Yeah, all good, or maybe not. It could be that something bad is going to happen." he said, looking worriedly up the stairs. But before I could answer, or even start to worry, he laughed in my direction. "Don't worry about it. I'm just surprised. Upstairs, Jean and Emma are sitting together talking about things like they're best friends."

"Things?" I asked.

"Yes. I think we're going to Paris soon. The two of them talked about the Eiffel Tower and then laughed really funny."

"Eiffel Tower then?" I grinned, trusting the two women that they weren't talking about the city, but about me. "Listen Scott. Would it be possible for you that i visit Jean in the bedroom tonight?" I finally asked and then added. "It would also be really great if you wouldnt talk about it to someone else? Would that be okay for you? That would be really nice of you!"

"Sure, I'm happy to do it for you Dean."

"Could you please sleep on the sofa or something tonight? I would love to talk to your wife about the... Eiffel Tower and if it were possible... you would do me a personal favour... just ignore what you hear from your bedroom?" I grinned broadly. I was convinced that Jean would say something if it went too far, and since I had asked her not to read my mind, I was sure that she would realise if I changed his thoughts.

"I'm happy to do that, Dean. I'm glad you're so interested in learning," he replied cheerfully and gave me a pat on the shoulder. "And I promise not to disturb you while you're studying... So. What do you want to learn about Paris and the Eiffel Tower?"

I put on my widest grin and replied ambiguously. "Oh. I just want to go over with her how big it is, then things like thickness, hardness factor and what she likes better. Tasting something sweet at the top or just the feeling of going up and down. I've heard that the lifts in Paris are pretty wild and exciting. And maybe she can teach me something French, or I can teach her."

"I have to disappoint you with the latter, Dean. Foreign languages have never been Jean's strong point.

"Oh. Don't worry. I'm very tongue-tied and I'm sure she'll understand me!" I laughed as I wondered if Scott was really that slow on the uptake or if it was because of my pleas. Still, it was fun somewhere. Emma would be very proud of me now, I was sure of it.

"Oh. Jean wants me to tell you something," he said suddenly.

"Oh? What?"

"That she wouldn't mind me being there too. She thinks I could learn a lot about the dark side of the city of love. And that she would love to eat an ice cream on the Spite. She's craving a popsicle right now and thinks she might need more than one. But she's sure you'd be kind enough to drive up and down several times for it. She's very keen to teach you!" he smiled and my ears almost fell off. That was exactly the kind of Jean I was so crazy about. Not only had she listened, but her husband had countered.

"Well, Dean. See you tonight then. See you!" he laughed without even realising what it was about. I looked up the stairs for a moment and toyed with the idea of ending this game, but I didn't want to disturb the conversation between Emma and Jean, because I had a strong feeling that it was important for both of them and I still had the whole night with her.

With this in mind, I went back to celebrating, firmly convinced that Emma would leave me alone from now on. After all, she was busy with Jean and I couldn't imagine that she had the option of annoying me on the side. How little I knew about the abilities of a telepath.

As I wandered through the club, I suddenly heard her voice in my head telling me to turn left. Curious, I followed her instructions and was led into a labyrinth of small corridors. This was probably the backstage, or VIP area. Unsure of what was supposed to be here, I simply walked on until I stood in front of a small door. As if by magic, this door opened and although I was prepared for everything, nothing could have prepared me for the picture in front of me.

In the small and sparsely lit room there was a large sofa on which two women were lying. Both looked up startled when the door opened and then relieved when they recognised me. "Well, if it isn't Jean's little model pupil!" Natasha Romanov grinned at me and the woman at her side immediately straightened up happily.

"Oh. Hello Dean!" smiles Pepper happily. "I was afraid it was someone else, but you're always welcome here."

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything?"

"But not at all. Nat and I were just talking a bit!" Pepper laughed as Natasha made some space on the couch and invited me to join her.

As I sat down, they both straightened up and looked at me curiously. "We were just talking about you Dean." Pepper grinned and I realised that they were both looking at me like a piece of meat on the grill.

"Oh?" was all I could get out.

"Yes. Natasha and I were wondering if Jean and you are more than just student and teacher. I mean... Jean is a pretty hot looking woman and with her powers you could fuck anywhere without anyone noticing. Shit. She could even fuck you in your head right now, couldn't she?"

"Oh Pepper! Jean would never do something like that to her husband. On the other hand, you'd only have to ask her, wouldn't you?" Natasha grinned broadly and then laughed. "Who knows. Maybe you'll cheat on Tony today ttoo.With Jeans Boyscout here. Right where he wants you. All our boy mutant would have to do is ask you to suck his cock and you'd be all over his boner. You wouldn't care about your husband and you'd suck his cock with abandon."

"Oh yeah, and what about you? If he had the choice, he'd rather fuck the Ass of an Avenger, don't you think?" Pepper countered and I felt my confidence plummet. So much for the fact that Emma would have problems controlling other people on the side.

"Oh, don't worry about that. I'm the Black Widow. How many times do you think supervillains have tried to control me? I've broken the brainwashing of the Red Room. I choose who I fuck today, but... maybe I'll watch and film you both?"

"Er... Maybe I should go now!" I sighed and tried to get up, but Pepper pushed me back onto my back and licked her lips. "Why do you want to leave already? I thought you liked redheads."

Natasha also sat upright next to me and grinned broadly. "Come on, Dean. Who hasn't dared to have two red-haired women in bed! And if you are a good boy Pepper and me can switch later… or would you like to see a hot lesbian show?

„Why shouldn’t he have all of it? First I get my contact stuffed and then we see how long he lasts.“ Smiled Pepper

„sharing is caring my dear…“

"Help!" was all I could get out as both women grinned at me and with a click my handss were tied to the bed.