Story Chapter : Begin of the Party Part One

While I was still thinking about what the two women down there were talking about, Scott approached me.

"Hey, Dean. Ready to go shopping?" he asked me without hesitation while still pulling me along with him.

"Shopping?"

“Yes. Orders from Xavier. I'm supposed to make sure you look good at the party and don't embarrass the school." Scott laughed good-humoredly.

“Don't understand a word!" I admitted, but as he tossed me the keys to an SLK Mercedes, I didn't really care about the reason for our trip.

"Awesome car." I grinned as I drove out.

“So again, Dean. We've known about the opening for months and that we're invited. But now we got 2 tickets more and so we chose a way we thought was fair. But the problem is that we now hastily need the right outfits for you and Kitty. Luckily it's easier for you, but I don't have to worry about Kitty. Storm will take care of that, but the professor has asked me to take care of you. Got it?"

"Okay. So don't embarrass the mutants?" I asked as I concentrated on driving.

"No. Not the mutants, but the school. Only a few people know that our school is for mutants. And that means that there won’t be talks about how cool our Powers are to impress someone, ok? Most think we're some kind of school for rich kids. So we cultivate that reputation assiduously. The less people know about us, the safer we and the students are," he explained to me matter-of-factly. Of course, he used the time to teach me some more.

"May I ask why you are so... **** to be approached by Hellfire Club?" I asked cautiously.

"Let me guess. You've been talking to Emma? Mhm. Good. The club was run by some mutants. These were different from Magneto Brotherhood or us. They didn't care about the fate of our kind, but only about themselves. The so-called inner core was quite influential and as Jean has already taught you power is always corrupting.

So there were always encounters between us. Most of them were of an unpleasant nature. Eventually the core radicalized under a man now known as Mister Sinister. With Emma under his control, he was even more powerful."

"That means she wasn't there by choice at all?"

"It's hard to say where her motivation ended and where Sinister's did. You've already noticed that she's not too fond of the club," he says, careful to find the right words. "Anyway, they finally got too greedy and too power hungry. That led to the first serious fights between us. Emma finally managed to break away from the club, weakening it considerably. The nail in the coffin was then an attack on Eric's children. He took care of it and took away the club's leadership. That was two years ago now. Since that time the club has been more or less dead. But Susan Storm bought it 6 months ago and plans to bring it back to its former glory. She has asked the professor and we have gone to a lot of trouble to make sure that the influence of Sinister is gone," he explained.

"Aren't the Reeds actually researchers?" I asked and heard Scott laugh.

"Reed sure is. You could shoot fun at that one and he wouldn't get it. As for Susan, she's as capable a businesswoman as she is a scientist. She single-handedly manages the entire corporate group. Just imagine a super-powered Pepper Potts."

"Who?" I asked curiously until I hastily corrected myself,, Oh, yes. Tony Stark's wife right? Not very familiar with her.” I admitted.

"That's right. Woman of the Year the last three years, by the way. Between you and me. I think that really pisses Susan off."

“They don't like each other?"

"Nonsense, but they're both tough as nails. Success women and want to be at the top. So enough talking. We're here!"

For the next 4 hours, I felt more connected to a pincushion than to the human race. I was tailored into a nice suit that admittedly dressed me quite well. Proudly and confidently, I stepped in front of Scott and adjusted the jacket.

“Agent Wayne. Dean Wayne. At your service!" I grinned as he laughed.

"Well then agent 00Zero. Time for a haircut."

"Oh man. Really?" I groaned and my hope that the day would pass quickly had just been dashed.

At some point, the torturous ordeal was finally done and I hardly recognized myself. I looked really important and good. Scott just grinned broadly now that he was in his suit himself, looking more like a wolf in sheep's clothing. On the way to the car even some women whistled after us.

"So what now?" I asked as I looked at my watch.

"Now we don't get dirty and eat something. Jean would lynch me if we embarrassed her. And you too." he added.

Grateful for this warning, I went with him to eat a little something and was very careful not to get dirty.

The day then also flew by and around 7 p.m. we both arrived at the Hellfire Club. I readily confess that I was quite disappointed when I saw the concrete block of a skyscraper in front of me. This wasn't a Baxter Building or a Stark Tower. It wasn't even a Trump Tower. Just ugly and dreary. However, the fact that there was a fortune in supercars in the underground parking garage was quite striking.

"Well. First impressions can be wrong, huh?" grinned Scott as he got out and headed for the elevator. On the floor directly below the penthouse, we had to transfer and there were beefy security forces waiting to check who we were and if we were invited. After this check we went to another elevator, which brought us to the top floor. There it was already much more luxurious and cool. Now I understood what Scott had meant. The club was huge and was separated into several sections. There were several outdoor areas, some dance floors and quieter corners.

Right at the entrance, Susan was waiting for us and startled briefly when she saw me, but she was a master of facial expressions and smiled at us. She shook my hand and Scott gave her a hug.

"Hey Scott. Where did you leave your wife? It's good to have you here. And who is that young man by your side. Dean, is it?" she asked politely.

"Hello Susan. Yes. His name is Dean. He won one of the two tickets you send us. Jean will be along with Emma and Kitty later. Another quick interlude with Cerebro." he smiled good-humoredly.

"Well then, welcome. Be good and don't get any ideas." she laughed, however, before me the warning to my person did not escape. She wanted to tell me through the flower, that if I would spoil her this evening, i would regret it very quickly. And not the enjoyable kind of. At the same time, she looked simply stunning. She wore a high-waisted dress in the classic FF 4 color with long sleeves. Her hairstyle and subtle jewelry matched perfectly with the striking makeup. I was just in shock infatuation when my eyes were distracted by something else that left the Elevator just seconds after Susan had left us alone.

I always knew that I liked red-haired women, long before Jean, but what I saw now was just too much of a good thing.

The first thing that came into my view was my goddess, Jean. She wore a gem-studded green dress that had a plunging, but not too daring, neckline. A golden bird was applied to her chest. To go with it, she wore rather flashy makeup that only accentuated her beauty. She looked divine.

However, she was not traveling alone. On her right side, Natasha walked in a tight leather outfit with a belly-baring top that ended in a high neck-covering top. The huge tits of the Avenger were thereby splendidly emphasized and gave her a decent bike Girl or bad girl ambience.

The third of the bunch, also a redhead, on the other hand, wore a stylish business look, but in a strange way it didn't look out of place. She was beautiful and yet seemed like a badass businesswoman. Like Jean and Natasha, she also had green eyes and an impressive body.... Smaller breasts than Jean or Natasha but still beautiful. It was this mix of business and brazzers porn that I really liked.

And so I stood there staring at the three women who had just noticed that Scott and I were there. Smiling, they approached us and I got completely lost in the sight until Natasha closed my munch with an index finger.

"Don't drool, Molodoy chelovek!" she laughed as I finally realized how stupid I must have seemed. The woman, unknown to me, smiled conciliatory.

"That was Russian for young man!" Jean said kindly, but Natasha just grinned.

But at the moment I had eyes only for Jean. So close, and yet so far away. She also looked at me and beamed as she probably realized that I only had eyes for her. But then Johnny Storm, of all people, elbowed me in the side.

"Careful kid. You're looking at three of the most dangerous and dismissive women in the world. Also they have no taste. Even turned me down." he said cheekily. But the reaction of the three women was delicious.

First Natasha took me in the arm and turned me so that she was from behind me. Jean sparkled angrily for a moment until Natasha lifted my arms and said something to the other two ladies. The next moment I had in each arm an adorable redhead wife and a sex bomb who put her head on my shoulder.

"Sorry Johnny boy. We're just being cool to you." smirks Natasha. “you are just not hot enough, flaming boy.”

"With a gentleman and man of character, we can be really sweet!" laughed the woman I didn't know.

"Just too passionate! You would burn your fingers. " smirked Jean and in the next moment I got from all three a kiss on the cheek, or on the head. To claim that I looked stupid, grinning over both ears, then that would have been the understatement of the year. There I was, facing the party king himself, the man who claimed to have had even more women than Tony -the womanizer- Stark ... and I had the three most beautiful women in the room in my arms.

"Ha... Ha..." grumbled Johnny who had clearly understood the message. The three women let go of me, but I clearly felt Jean gently stroking my hand before she let go of me.

"Do you think he understood?" asked Jean finally.

"We're talking about Johnny Storm. Of course he did NOT get it." Answered Natasha good-humoredly and finally the third woman said.

"By the way. Scott. Who is your young friend?" she smiled to Scott who nodded watching everything.

"Meet... Dean Wayne. One of our newest members at the school. Dean. I'd like you to meet... This is Pepper Potts. CEO of Stark Enterprises." He replied as he pointed to the woman.

"Stark Enterprises... like... THAT Stark Enterprises?! The largest technology company in the world? SHE is the Woman you told me about.... woah" I asked in amazement as the scales fell from my eyes. Tony Stark's wife. I had never been much interested in this side of Tony, because I was really only interested in his deeds as Iron Man. I had never had any real interest in his corporation. So I wasn't familiar with Pepper Potts either. As it seemed, I had missed something.

"I hope you'll forgive us for that just now, Mr. Wayne. And what did Scott tell you about me?" Smiled Pepper amiably and Natasha grinned in amusement as Susan joined in and grinned.

"Three redheads get together to tease my little brother? And Mr. Wayne is in the middle of it? Why do I get the feeling Johnny was beaten by a new Stallion?" she laughed good-humoredly, raising a brow as she wiped my cheek with a small cloth. "You look like Casanova himself, Mr. Wayne. That much lipstick is a bit daring then, don't you think?"

Everyone around me was laughing now, even I couldn't help grinning. But then the 5 withdrew and I enjoyed the celebration a little alone. Luckily the club was really cool. It was a colorful mix of the Who is Who and some normal people. The music was also not so bad, even if I was more the metal fan.

Eventually I moved a bit to the quieter areas and enjoyed the party with a drink in my hand. There were some people in my age present and so I was not bored, even if I would have liked to celebrate with Jean. However, I had lost sight of her at some point. The last time she had gone with Scott and Natasha to a separate area. However, when one of my new friends wanted to hand me a sex-on-the-beach I suddenly saw a female hand grabbing the drink. The people I was sitting with widened their eyes. Looking up I saw Emma standing there and understood why the others were staring wide-eyed at the beautiful blonde. Even I, who had seen Emma several times in much less clothing or completely without clothes, dropped my jaw.

Emma wore a snow-white latex corsage with matching latex pants. In addition, she wore a white, transparent cape, which were attached to two also white wrist guards. Her makeup was a gauzy blue and we could all just stare as she took the drink and sampled it. The real Frost Queen. Her jewellery was very present and would have put some queen’s in a state of envy.

"Dean, my dear. Don't overdo it." She smiled and tipped the glass away at Ex. "Shall we go dancing?" she finally asked and I nodded, grinning broadly.

"Sorry guys. But my teacher wants to dance." I said grinning broadly and immediately one stammered.

"Really?! That's your teacher right there. Shit. What school do you go to? And do they take another really rad guy? I think i could teacg her sometibg too."

Emma measured the young guy, who was about my age and surely on his school's sports team, from top to bottom, then said in a cold voice.

"I'm sorry, young man. You don't meet the requirements I have for one of my students, nor do you meet my requirements for a man. But perhaps Dean can give them a lesson in manners sometime. Decency and culture would not be to be despised either. And please spare me the bragging about your best piece." She said snidely and took the wind out of the guy's sails. “I personally think that guys that talk big are always lacking in this area.”

I had to grin. This was the cold Emma I heard of. I admit that I liked it.

As we walked towards the dance floor, however, she began to grin broadly and as soon as we were there she even laughed amusedly.

"I have to admit, I liked that. That man was as hollow inside as he is unarmed in his pants." Laughing in amusement, she grinned broadly. "I hope I didn't get you in trouble with that Dean?"

"If so, he would probably have to cope with this trouble." I suddenly heard Jean say who joined us from the side. "And by the way. You're right. Quite a pitiful young man." She smirked.

"What, no rebuke that I shouldn't pry into other people's thoughts?" smirked Emma, a little surprised.

"No. Not today. Because I think you taught Dean a valuable lesson with that. You should always act like a man of honor."

"Unless your partner wants a little less nobleman and more wild stallion in bed." Laughed Emma and to my astonishment Jean laughed merrily along. Accordingly, I looked irritated, but then shrugged my shoulders and asked them both if they wanted something to drink. Shortly after, I was standing in front of them again with 3 glasses in my hand in front of the two ladies, who smiled at me.

"Here you go. By the way, it's very pleasant when you two don't fight for once." I carefully stated as the two women looked at each other.

"You could say we're just about to bury the hatchet." Said Emma.

"At least we're working on it. We want to set a good example for our students." Jean answered a little more reservedly, but still honestly, as it seemed to me. “ And maybe we can learn from each other a bit.”

"But enough of that!" said Emma while clapping her hands. "Time to see if my lessons have stuck." When we both looked at her questioningly, she grinned even wider. "Dancing, young man! And since even I can't check if my dance lessons have stuck when I'm dancing, I'm sure Jean will make herself available as a dance partner, won't you my dear? Would you be so good as to dance with Dean?"

"Uh... yes... uh... of course..." replied Jean a little taken aback, but not averse. I wonder if she had been looking for a way to dance with me? If so, Emma had just given her the perfect excuse. Only minutes later we were both on the dance floor, moving to the beat of the disco music. It wasn't long, however, before the music changed and she grinned. "Emma is just using her power to make the DJ play different music. Why didn't you tell me you were learning to dance with her?"

"To be perfectly honest...I don't know what she was talking about. At least I don't know anything about a dance training." I said as I put my arms around her and hugged her to me. There was a kind of waltz playing and fortunately for me, my mother had always made a point of teaching me such things. She loved music and dancing and I often danced with her in the living room to similar music.

"And why would she change the music?"

"Oh... so she's playing her manipulative games again so we can both dance?" she smiled as she pressed herself against me. The perfume she wore rose up my nose benevolently and feeling her body so close to mine melted my mind. She seemed to feel the same way as I did, because she stopped talking and snuggled against my body. When the dance was over she whispered softly in my ear if we would spend the together.

No sooner had I answered that than she gave me a fleeting kiss and scurried off. I, on the other hand, was standing on the dance floor, pretty dumbfounded, dreaming about what she might have meant. And so, grinning like a honey-cake horse, I walked over to the bar and enjoyed a glass of Coke. The last thing I wanted to do was get drunk now and then miss the evening with Jean. As I sat there looking around, I noticed that there was a frighteningly large number of heroes gathered here. But some of the most important ones seemed to be missing. I looked around with a frown.

"Mr. Wayne. You seem confused?" I heard a voice and as I turned in that direction I saw Natasha standing there.

"Uh...yeah...kind of.... I thought there would be significantly more superheroes at a celebration of such a famous woman?" I said quietly.

"Yeah. You would have thought, but we drew lots about who got to come here. After all, we couldn't risk all of us getting together in one place. We didn't want to paint a target on the building, after all." She smiled as she looked out over the dance floor with a glass of red wine.

"Target?"

"Yes. Picture this, young man. We gather the Avengers, the X-Men, the heads of SHIELD, the Fantastic Four and other heroes in a building... and then a nuclear weapon explodes right underneath the building. Even though we're all pretty tough, very few of us survive an explosion like that." She said and calmly drank a sip, while I was just getting slightly anxious. She was right, of course.

"Don't worry. That's exactly why my boss made sure that this wouldn't happen!"

"Tony Stark?"

"Hahaha." She laughed in amusement and shook her pretty head. "Tony's a lot of things, but he's not my boss. I'm talking about Director Fury. That's who pays for my bacon. He AND my OnlyFans channel." She winked.

"OnlyFans? Woah... I'll have to check that out!" I said, as always quicker than I thought, earning the second amused laugh from her.

"Yeah yeah... That's what everyone wants!" she laughed, toasting me.

Without us noticing, Emma stood grinning in a corner of the room where she could see everything and put her fingers to her forehead.