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I’ll try to update ‘Forced’ something next month but no promise! The words used are rather vulgar and there is cursing so if that offends…you don’t want to read this. Happy reading
“She will be a perfect addition to the staff and the team”assuming Fury is right about her.”

Scott Summers nodded as he went over Hank’s personal notes of the interview. “Did her references check out? All of them?” He asked suspiciously, no way could they all check out.

“Yes,” Hank said still surprised over who the young woman knew. Who was she? “I spoke to them personally except for Tony Stark but I did get Pepper.”

The leader of the X-Men was quiet as he went over the additional papers, and sighed while leaning back in his chair. “She cleared the background check. And every place of employment and volunteer organizations has verified her.”

Scratching his chin, Scott couldn’t help but be wary. She just seemed too perfect. Like she was made for this job.

“I figured they would Scott. She came off as a very poised, eager, and truthful woman.” And attractive. Very attractive. If he hadn’t been blue all over, he knew he would be blushing with his former pale complexion. She was the type of woman he would love to ask for a date….but what would be the likelihood of her saying yes to a brute like him?

Sighing once more, Scott made a note to take a day off sometime within the century. He was overworked and he had more problems than he had solutions. Rotating his shoulders from the intangible burden, he sighed heavily.

"I appreciate you conducting the interview as well as running the school for me while I was with Charles in Genosha."

Hank shrugged a massive shoulder while adjusting his wireframe glass on his face. "Twas nothing, friend. Although your wife did not appreciate being slighted."

Scott groaned at the mention of his still pissed off wife.

“I know. She has refused to speak with me and banned me from our room but it was hardly a slight!” He sighed. At this rate he would need an inhaler. He chuckled at his thought before frowning. “I had to have the best interest of the school in mind.”

Hank laughed at the sour look on his friend’s face. Yep, this was even more reason to stay single as far as he was concerned. Women were beautiful creatures and could provide comfort for a man’s soul however their anger bars none. “It was not wise to upset one of the strongest telepath in the world.”

“Tough.” Scott said with a square jaw, his wife would need to learn he wasn’t swayed by her emotional outburst”at least when it came to the good of the school and the X-men. Standing up to his impressive height, "It almost seems pointless to go through the hiring process since she came highly recommended by people we know and trust."

"My thoughts exactly."

“But I must admit I am wary.”

“Oh?”

“When something is too good to be true it usually means trouble for us.”

“Well fearless leader,” Hank begun while getting up and putting on his lab coat over his tailored made dress shirt. “Hopefully Logan can put your mind at ease.”
~~

Legs, legs and legs was all Logan could see as he walked to the foyer where he was supposed to meet the latest hopeful. Her back was to him, she was looking through the wide French window that showed the back of the school. Looking up he saw the smoothness of her back that was exposed.

The closer he came, the more her unique scent drifted to his nose. She smelled better than he remembered, for the past week he hadn’t been able to think of little else but the woman with the never-ending legs and a scent that instantly conjured a boner.

For the past week, he’d been masturbating like crazy. His lotion covered hand was a pale comparison to the paradise he knew he could find betwixt her thighs. The hairs on his body stood up as his eyes zeroes in on her ass. What he could do with an ass like that. Touch it, rub it down and then spank it as he sink into her wet pussy…his eyes following the quivering of her ample flesh from his hit.

Immediately, his body was on edge being this close to her and he couldn’t remember the last time he reacted to anyone so strongly. Other than an enemy….Shoving aside his misgivings, he let his heavy boots make a sound as they landed on the tile floor with each footsteps.

Showtime.

Hearing a sound behind her, Ororo turned around. Agitated at having been kept waiting so long, she leveled a look on the rough looking man with a scowl benefiting the man before her. “You are late.”

Instead of being put of being repentant for his blatant tardiness, he smirked. Feeling flush from the cockiness he exuded, she pressed a hand to her hip. He was just as daddy told her. Rude and no respect for anyone…so why didn’t that turn her off?

Was she really that beautiful? Logan wondered as he silently took in her ethereal splendor. His eyes greedily roved over her lithe body wearing a white, form fitting above the knee white halter dress. Her lips were as red as the strappy heels she wore with gold buckles.

Once more, he couldn’t help but picture fucking her with those shoes on. He groaned as he felt his blood burn and rush down to his groin. Fuck, Scott would have his ass if he knew he had an erection around a potential teacher.

Lust had his words sounding rough, “I don’ abide by no damn time.”

She rolled her eyes and looked at the slim gold watch that adorned her wrist, “I have been waiting for twenty minutes.”

He shrugged, “Not my problem doll.”

Pursing her lips together to keep from saying anything that could cost her the job. “I have a name and doll is not it.” Mentally, she counted to ten. She couldn’t let him get to her before she even got the job! “Hank told me you would be showing me the grounds?”

Ororo held on her to red clutch tightly as she followed him, her eyes strayed to his backside outlined by his tight jeans. She wanted to swoon at the sight of his buns encased into black denim. She wet her upper lip with the tip of her tongue as she caught sight of his bulging biceps. This time instead of a white beater, he wore a plan black muscle tee shirt that left no doubt to the shape of his body.

Logan grinned as he purposely slowed his gait so she could take it in. Male pride had his chest sticking out more than it ought to. There was something primal about a sexy woman checking him out as well perfuming the air with her interest.

“Dis tha common room,” he said after ushering her into a wide room with a pool table, a huge flat screen TV with several game consoles hooked up to it. “This is 1 of 4. Each grade has their own game room.”

“Nice.” She said walking further and touching the felt on the pool table and taking note of the foosball table. “Is there a way reason why each grade of their own common room?”

Logan shrugged, never giving it much thought. He’s been here for five years and all the amenities the mansion had had became the norm. “Shit, if I know. Never ask.”

He motioned to the way she took interest in billiard. “Do ya play?”

Turning, she leaned against the table, “I have been known to knock back a couple of balls.” She smiled, cheekily.

His dick throbbed and he internally berated his stupid tool for not wanting to come out and play when he had found an adequate woman to slack his desire in. Instead, it couldn’t have been more disinterested if it was an old woman before him with saggy tits or a dude. “I bet ya can do more than dat, darlin’”

She flashed him her pearly whites which promised sin. “Do you play?” She purposely let her hands wander over the dark wood of the table, her eyes on his as he followed her movement. His deep eyes kept her enthralled in its mixture of brown and gold and her stomach clenched.

“I ain’t bad.”

An underestimate. He was known for cleaning out men’s pocket at Harry’s in a game of billiard. “I would not be adverse to beating you in a game.”

Wolfishly, he grinned. His enlarged canines gleaming in the light, “I only play when I get somethin’ outta of it.”

Smiling back, “I am sure I can make playing worthwhile for you….” She felt mindless with feminine power as his eyes seemed to swallow her whole. Her heart thundered in her ears as she saw his expression change from flirty to something that was all consuming. She gulped as she realized she wasn’t just toying with the man but the animal itself.

Her enslaving scent was now tinged with her excitement and it all but brought him to his knees. An animalistic desire to pounce on her and take her against that very table had him seeing red. Sucking in a breath, he turned from her and forced his mind to remember this was an interview for a job not his dick. Clearing his throat, “Let me show ya tha cafeteria.”

She nodded and felt wobbly on her heels after the sexually charge moment. After seeing the library, the ballroom --where all the school’s dances as well as official parties took place-- he walked her through the student’s dorm as well as the teachers.

“Dere are other rooms but those are the important ones,” he explained after showing her the day room where the more artistic freaks hung out. “There are cameras everywhere. And someone is always manning the camera terminal.”

“Make sense. The teenagers to adult ratio must be staggering.”

“Chuck tries to have an adult supervises every room but sometime dat aint possible.”

“Do you ever supervises?” she asked, interested in his response. She couldn’t see Logan looked after kids but who would have thought he would have stayed at the mansion for as long as he did either.

“Nah. Dat shit aint fer me. I’m too old ta be babysittin’ freaks.”

He opened the door for her and she walked outside and was awed by the vast garden and trees. “I highly doubt those kids like being called freak.”

“Let dem come kick my ass. I’d like da laugh.”

She rolled her eyes and grinned when she spotted a Greenhouse not too far off. “Does anyone use that?” She asked pointing to it.

Logan followed her pointing finger and shook his head no. “Not as far as I know.”

“Well I would love to use it. My father had a Greenhouse built for me when I was young and plants grow so well in there.”

Hank had told him she was some tree hugging groupie and looking at her clearly overjoyed face at seeing a Greenhouse, he wasn’t lying. Logan turned questing eyes on her, searching her face for an answer to the puzzle.

“Why do ya wanna work here of all places?”

“Why not?”

He scoffed, not liking her answering his question with one of her own. “With a resume like yours, ya could have your pick of schools. Why here?”

She had expected this question, just not from Logan. Pausing purposefully to make it look like she was thinking about it. “I want to help people like me. Teach and show them despite being different they can make it.”

Sounded like bullshit to Logan but her scent stayed the same…could she be for real? “Ya a role model or somethin’?”

Smiling, “Or something.” She walked a bit further out, bending to smell the rose bush. Outside was stunning with its lush grass, flowers adorning the patio. “What?” She asked perplex at the sudden searing way he was looking at her when she turned back to him.

The distrustful X-Men didn’t smell anything off about her but something in his gut was telling him something wasn’t right about the picture she was presenting. "Ya weren’ surprise ta see me, why?”

“Was I suppose to be surprise?”Ororo breathed easy, this she could answer. The way he was looking at her had her fearing he knew the truth. “Hank told me that I would be interviewed by Logan next.”

“But how did ya know I was Logan?” Logan took note of every reaction and waited to smell a lie off of her.

Eyes don’t fail me now, she said to herself before squarely into his despite wanting to squirm and turn away.
"It was not very hard to figure out, Logan.”

"Why weren't ya surprise?"He asked again, his tone hard and demanding an answer.

“I did my research. You are a public figure.” Closing the short distance that was between them, she reached out and touched the points of his hair. "Your hair is pretty distinguishing Wolverine, I would be a fool not to know who you are.”

Logan usually didn't like people touching his hair. Didn’t like people touching him unless he initiated contact. Usually. However she was becoming the expectation as she gently combed her fingers through his untamed hair.

Ororo took a step closer; there was only an inch of space between them now. She became emboldened as he didn't say anything. In fact, it seemed like he leaned closer. "You have lovely hair; it is not as coarse as I would have thought."

He snorted and moved his head away from her hand. Disappointment crossed her face and he mirrored her sentiments. He couldn’t remember the last time a lovely woman with the scent of a vixen touched his hair tenderly. "Lovely hair's fer pussies"

She smirked, "I guess that makes you a....." She could still feel his hair in her hands, and it wasn’t hard to imagine her locked in a heady embrace with him, their lips fused together while her hands found purchase in his hair.

He laughed and gripped her elbow lightly leading her down a different path. “Dat’s da pool. There’s two. That one,” he said pointing to the one enclosed “is heated and the other one is just regular.”

She nodded, her elbow tingling from his touch. She wanted to ask him to touch her again but other place. Like the hard tipped of her breasts or the wetness that gathered in her silk thong. “I would hate to see the bank statement for how much it cost to run this place.”

“Ya an’ me both darlin’. “ They walked in silence before they stood in front of a small forest.

"Should you not be asking me questions? Trying to gauge my response?" She finally asked after all they did was walk and he would point out random points of interest.

"Blue already did dat." He shrugged his shoulders. His smoldering bourbon eyes holding her captivate. "I’m da lowly tour guide."

Her smile was strained with disbelief." I am sure you are more than just a tour guide"

“Wat makes ya think dat, darlin’?” Logan couldn’t remember her name. To be truthful he hadn’t really listened when Hank told him, he thought of her as ‘Legs’ and saw her name to be irreverent. However, now he regretted not knowing. He was sure her name was as magnificent as the package she made up.

She tilted her head to the side, this time eyeing him. She knew everything about him”on paper but one thing she could never grasp was what made him tick. Her father said he was a ruthless animal, a killer. That everything in him was ruled by his animalistic desire, but she didn’t believe that. Not after meeting him.

“Instinct,” she replied simply. “What is in there?”

It’s funny she said ‘instinct’ because he had one that he knew she would find favorable. That is if the pheromones she was giving off was anything to go by. He smirked. “Do ya always listen ta yer instinct?”

Tilting her head in contemplation, Ororo nodded slowly after a bit. “It has not led me astray yet.” If it wasn’t for her instinct she would have never snuck away from home to go to a party that Tony Stark threw. And met Thor. Her girlhood crush. “You?”

Turning away so he could face the small forest instead of her, he shoved his hands in his pockets. Yep, he’s listened to his instinct and got burned a couple of times because of it. “Once or twice.”

“Care to elaborate?” She could hear a story behind his short response. His whole demeanor had changed and not for the better.

“No.” He barked. The scowl on his face returned harder than it had been before. “Ain’t none ‘o yer business.”

Verbally slapped, she pursed her lips together and squared her shoulder. Hurt at his response. Ass, she thought while looking at him from the side of her eyes.

Pissed off and he blamed her for his sour mood. “This pony show is done. Charles will get back to ya.”

“Bbut-!” He was already walking away his footsteps erringly quiet on the grass. What the hell?

~~~~

She wore a purple corset with strings in the middle connect the two half’s. Teasingly the side of her bosom and the rich dark skin between her cleavages was on the display by her top. Her midriff was bare showing the toned, taut stomach. The matching purple skirt stopped a couple of inches above mid thigh. And to top off her look, she wore black boots with heels high enough, it should be illegal.

Looking into her full-length mirror, Ororo turned around wanting to make sure she looked perfect at every angle. Tonight, she had a wolverine to snag. She smiled while applying lip-gloss to her lips and a fresh coat of mascara to her lashes.

A short knock came at her door before it was opened to reveal her adoptive father.

“What do you think? Shall I do?” She turned in front of him, her eyes dancing with merry.

Critical red eyes looked over her sexy curves with disinterest. “Just do not be over the top tonight daughter. You must let him lead or ““

“Father,” she said cutting him off while rolling her eyes. “Fear not. I have been preparing to do this since I was 9. I know what I am doing.” She for one disagreed with the way her father wanted to engage Logan. Yes, he was a primal man and no doubt lived by the law of jungle but she was certain he didn’t want an outright subservient woman either.

He nodded his head and had she been raised by anyone else, Mister Sinister would have doubted her competence however that was not the case. “Tomorrow you met with Xavier?”

“Next week,” she corrected and for a minute the confidence she portrayed faltered. “He will want to read my mind.”

“I know. Do not worry about that. I shall take care of that small problem. Just make sure you succeed tonight.”

“What if…what if he doesn’t fall for me?” She asked him as he turned to leave her room.

His red eyes blazed with a passion, “that is simply not possible, daughter.” Mr. Sinister walked further into the child’s room he raised from the age of nine. Looking into her beautiful face, he could not deny that he did have affection for her however nothing would get in the way of evolution. Nothing.

He tipped her chin up to met his gaze, “You are his perfect mate. And what your DNA did not give you, I perfected. That animal will not be able to do anything but want to be with you.”

~~~

Ororo push open the run down looking door leading to the infamous ‘ Harrys’ . The first thing that greeted her was smoke, it was so thick It covered the entire seedy bar in a fog. Stepping further into the room, she spotted the bar and made a beeline for it. She would definitely need some liquid courage if she had to wait around hoping for Logan to show.

“Vodak. On the rocks. Make it a double. And I want the good stuff.” She told the bartending who at the moment was wiping down the seen better wood of the bar. The burly man nodded his head and went about making her order.

Removing her leather jacket, she placed it on the space next to her. Looking outward, she took in the jukebox in the far right playing bluegrass music, the billiard table in the middle where a small crowd gathered. Other than that the patron where littered around the small round tables that decorated the place with matching chairs. There was even a several couples square dancing on the small dance floor.

“There you go lil’ lady.”

Turning back around, she smiled her thanks and took out a twenty she had in her chest. “Open a tab, will you? And keep the change.”

Surprise crossed the other’s man face but it didn’t stop him from quickly snatching up the twenty before she changed her mind. “No problem,” he tipped his hat off to her and went to tend other people.

Taking a healthy swallow of the alcoholic beverage, she shuddered as the burn ignited her insides. Already feeling at ease, she turned once more to survey the crowd. Where are you, Logan? She knew he came here often, easily five to six times a week. Then again if he was on a mission, he wouldn’t be here….she sighed. Was this a wasted trip?

“Ain’t that a bit much for you, darlin’?”

Bingo.

She hid a smile behind her glass and she purposely took a long drink from her glass. Emptying it. The burn was quick as it rushed through her throat and chest. She shivered slightly and exhaled loudly. “What do you think?”

Logan who had been towards the end of the bar had spotted her the minute she entered wearing a sexy purple get up that had his dick on high alert. Hell, just smelling her had his cock weeping. He took a seat, two stools down from hers.

“I think it means the lady needs another drink.” He tapped his fingers twice and titled his head to Ororo.
Quickly, the bartender handed her another vodka and got him a beer.

“Forgot my name so soon?” she teased as she turned towards him. He wore a black Stetson on his head and flannel shirt buttoned all the way save for the first two buttons. She was sorry to see him covered up. She rather him in as a little to nothing as possible.

He grinned, not at all ashamed as he rubbed the perspiring bottle's neck. "Ya didn't have tha decency ta give it."

Sipping at her drink, she moved to the stool directly next to him. "You did not have the decency to ask and not mention that my name was on resume and all the papers associated with me."

Looking through the side of his eyes he saw how her blue eyes seem to glitter in the darken bar. They stood out like twin glow in the dark gems. "Well im askin'."

Not all offended with him not knowing her name, she flipped her hair to the side. Teasingly, she took his beer from him and took a swig. Licking the remnants off her lips, Ick, she hated beer. She much preferred wine. White. “Will you remember it this time?"

Logan’s balls felt heavy after watching her display. Was it as erotic as he thought it was or was he just seriously horny and in need of pussy yesterday? Shifting in his seat, "After dat show darlin’? I’ll remember. Boy Scout’s honor."

She laughed. “You were never a Boy Scout.” She took even more of his beer, shivering slightly. She could taste him and that sent her palette ablaze. Logan’s taste infused itself within and tightened her loins. She bit her lips as her nipples got incredibly hard beneath her top.

He shrugged, grinning. Was he actually having a good time? What the fuck? Would it start snowing now in the stifling heat outside? He wished she didn’t smell as good as she did and that he didn’t react as strongly to it. What was it about her? “Semantics.”

Giggling, she shook her head at his word. Tilting her head to the side, she replied. "A girl could get offended you did not remember it from the interview. Not very professional. "

“I ain't professional."

She laughed, could one expect anything more from this man? "As you have shown.” Ororo felt alive as he looked at her, his eyes sparking with desire. She could feel her body answering to his sexual energy. Her panties were becoming damp. Licking her lips, she shivered. She wanted him.

Inhaling even deeper, her lust fueled his although he would be hard pressed to say who started what. Logan’s skin felt tight as her scent permeated ever cell in his body even more so than usual. It made him edgy. All he could think about was going feral”not that he had much of an option when that happened”and just taking her. Preferably hard and fast. And from the back.

Swallowing though his primal thoughts, “plan on givin’ my drink back, darlin’?” In truth, he wanted her to have it. To put her lips around the rim again and suck. Hard. He groaned.

His voice sounded as rough sandpaper but she preened hearing it. She was affecting him. “Oh this?” She asked innocently while holding it up and then while lowering her gaze, she stuck her tongue out and licked the rim. “Now it should taste better,” she said while handing it to him.

“Fuck me,” he said loudly as his cock pulsed in his pants. It pushed against the zipper of his pants aching to find the sweetest spot of hers. He felt a touch of vertigo as he experience sensory overload because of her. Growling softly, he took it from her and downed it.

He could taste her. And lost it.

Before she could so much as let out a girlish scream, she was tackled into the nearest wall by the bar and his mouth covering hers. His mouth was hot and possessive as he stole her breath and her very thought.

Ororo brought her hands up and tossed his hat to the floor so she could delve her hands into his hair. The heat between her thighs intensified when he sucked her tongue in his mouth.

She tasted fucking amazing! Like nothing he ever had, she tasted of rain as it started to fall, dusk, and moonlight. His erection throbbed in his jean and he rubbed himself against her. Groaning as a spike of pleasure washed over him. He feasted on her mouth, wanting more of her as his tongue swirled in her.

Ororo moaned as pleasure peak and throbbed and went straight to her clit. Her nipples ached to be touch and she wanted him to. Desperately. Wanted to compare and contrast his hands touching them versus her own. Pulling away so she could breath from the all consuming kiss, she opened her daze eyes to find his staring at her.

“Yer a witch or somethin’?” Nothing else could explain the way he felt with being around her. How did he go from thinking he might have erectile dysfunction to with mere seconds around her wanting to sink into her warm and wet depth.

“No.” She answered truthfully before meshing their mouth together. This time it was she that plundered with aplomb that had his knees buckling. She explored his mouth, her tongue expertly stroking the roof of his mouth and his elongated teeth.

“So sweet,” he murmured as he fisted his hand in her long white hair. Lust and desire raged in him and wanting her became as essential as air. Her hips moved against him and he placed a hand on her hip, to still their movement.

“Touch me,” she begged. Not caring that she was humping him in public for the world to see if they wanted to. She just needed.

Releasing her hair, his hand trailed softly across her shoulder and arm leaving goosebumps in its wake. Softly his fingers caressed the top of her breast causing a shiver to pass through her slender frame. “Do ya know how fuckin’ sexy ya look?”

She mewled and wiggled against him more. Her lids fluttered over her eyes as he squeezed her breast.

“Do ya?” he asked, demanding to know as he kissed her hard. His sharp teeth nipped at her bottom lip and the sound she released had him doing it again.

“Tell me then fuck me.” Her sky blue eyes stared into his as she made her demands. Daring him to do anything but what she asked for. Squirming in her clothes, they felt way to constricting on her heated skin.

Her bold words were like cold water over him and he tore himself away from her.

“What?” she tried to pull him back to her but he evaded her touch. His chest heaved up and down and he cursed while roughly shoving his hands through his hair.

“I ain’t doin’ dis wit ya.”

She repeated her earlier question, confused.

Turning away from her, Logan was antsy to get out of here even as his body desperately wanted to do as she so sweetly demanded. Even now he could hear those hot words in his ear. He groaned. He was such a pussy.

“I don’t sleep wit coworkers.”

She quickly responded as his words sunk into her brain. “I am not your coworker.”

“Yet.” He replied.

“You do not know that.”

“Yer perfect fer this job, and Charles is gonna give ya an offer. He would be stupid not to.” He had spoken with Charles a couple of hours after he left her. He had told the man nothing was amiss with her scent. However, he advised him of his gut feeling about something not being quite right but not enough that he wouldn’t hire her.

“But-“

“I don’t sleep wit coworkers. More trouble than its worth.”


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