Psylocke

Stepping out of the professor’s chambers, Diana was surprised to find that there was no one waiting for her in the corridor. The young boy which had guided her here had disappeared, and no one had taken his place.

A quick glance in both directions proved that Diana was in fact completely alone there, with no other person in sight.

“Well, that’s fricking inconvenient,” Diana muttered, “how the hell is I supposed to find Psylocke?”

“Turn right.” A voice suddenly called out inside of her head. The voice was cool and collected, with the articulate phrasing that was the common trademark of the Queen’s English.

“Psylocke…” Diana grinned at the voice in her head. How the hell did the non-telepathic X-men handle it? It was probably easy to come under the impression that was one was mad, living amongst people that could insert voices into your head just as easily as talking to you.

“Well, some of them actually are quite mad,” Psylocke replied, as Diana walked down the corridor, “Henry’s gone in the other the direction to the point where his rationality and sanity borders on psychotic, though I do cherish the loveable chap. Logan’s Logan, and Kurt’s a mad German. Turn left.”

“Where am I going, exactly?” Diana thought, as she walked past a group of young mutants, which were currently busy with lying back in a sofa and playing X-box.

“To one of the gyms,” the suave voice of Betsy “Psylocke” Braddock responded, “I was busy working-out when the professor contacted me and told me about your proposal. I have to say that it left me quite intrigued.”

“Will you do it?”

“Diana, please,” the voice chuckled, “I like to meet a girl in person before deciding on whether or not I want to pose naked with her in front of a camera.”

“There won’t be any nude shots.” Diana couldn’t help but to grin again.

“Oh really? What a shame…” another chuckle from the voice, followed by a mocked sigh, “I’m guessing that you look your best when not wearing any clothes at all.”

“Care to find out if you’re right in that?” Diana’s grin grew wider still.

“Naughty!” Betsy’s telepathic voice cried out seemingly delighted with Diana’s response.

“Anyways, you’re here now.”

“Yes, I can see the sign.” Diana replied, having stopped in front of a small metal plaque that read “Gyms”. Beyond it laid another corridor, with four doors on each side of it.

“The door furthest down to the left is the one which you should opt for.” Betsy advised her. Doing so, Diana walked down the corridor and pushed open the door which Betsy had pointed out to her.

The room which Diana had entered was filled with various phys-ed contraptions; bikes, weights, etc. Save for Betsy, sitting on a padded bench with her legs parted wide, Diana was the only person there.

“Hello.” Diana said with a smile, while doing her best not to stare at Psylocke’s shapely presence. It was a hard thing not to do, since Psylocke was a very rare sort of beauty.

Having purple-coloured hair that reached down to between her shoulder-blades in thick, wavy lengths, her physique was a mouth-watering compromise between toned muscles and feline grace. At the same time, the suave telepath had wide hips, and a large, perfectly rounded bosom.

Having been training, Psylocke was dressed in sneakers and socks, a pair of miniscule white spandex shorts that left her succulent thighs bare, and a grey sports-bra with a ridiculously low neckline.

It struck Diana that to best describe Psylocke was to say that she was mixture of one third exotic beauty, one third British aristocrat and one third American porn star.

“That’s quite a way of describing me,” Betsy cooed, obviously having eavesdropped on Diana’s thoughts, “I particularly enjoyed hearing about the last third.”

Christ, this was unsettling! Was there any way of making Psylocke stop reading her mind?

“Not really, I’m afraid. I try my best not to, but some of your thoughts are just plain hard not catch up on.” Psylocke replied, in answer to Diana’s query.

“Yes.” The Englishwoman added, almost as an afterthought.

“What?” Diana was startled by Psylocke’s last word.

“I said “yes”, as in “Yes, I’d be delighted to pose with you.” I suppose that I should have been more expressive.”

“Ah, good!” Diana smiled again, having become somewhat awkward from Psylocke’s behaviour. “The photo-shoot will take place in a few days time, if that’s alright?”

“Certainly. My only source of discontent stems from the fact that there’s a non-nudity policy involved. Were Playboy not interested?” Psylocke’s lush lips curled into a smile, revealing two lines of perfectly aligned, spotless teeth.

“I think that would hurt both of our reputations in certain circles of society.”

“Which circles are you speaking off?” Psylocke was still smiling, eyeing Diana’s suit-clad body, “The Christian Right has already concluded that mutants are children of Satan. And as for angry feminists… Well, I spend my days running around in an under-sized latex swimsuit and knee-high boots.”

The rest of the introduction went past rather quickly, and as Diana left the small gym-room, she was feeling quite positive that this might develop into something extraordinary.