SeX-Men Evolution

Emma

She smirked...yes she had him exactly where she wanted him.

"There is one thing....tell me what do you think of Ms. Munroe?"

She gave another small smile recalling that eariler when he had entered the classroom he was entertaining thoughts of her and Ororo together so lying to her now would have been futile.
 
Bobby

Bobby blinked again, this time in confusion. He figured he had been caught, and he looked down, shifting his weight again. He was in big trouble, he realized. He thought carefully what to say, and what to do.

"Um, well...I think she's one of the best teachers here, and she's very attractive, but she needs to cut loose every so often."
 
Emma

Well it wasn't exactly the confession she was hoping for but it would do fine.

"How would you like to help her 'cut loose'"? she asked with a smile. She could already imagine Ororo taking both boys in the pussy and the ass. she could imagine her moans and how hungrily she would be since she had been starving herself sexually. Yes, she would thank Emma and be in her debt big time.
 
Bobby

Bobby blinked, confused. He had no idea how he could help Storm out, but he would love to be able to. He had seen the lines of stress starting to form around her lips, from overwork.

"I don't know what I can do to help, but sure."
 
Emma

"Good, why don't you bring Kurt too. Come to my office after dinner... oh and not a word to Ms. Munroe about this...it's a suprise" she added with a grin. she would be suprised indeed to have her fantasy there infront of her so close that all she had to do was take it. Teenage boys were so easy to work with they were always so eager and willing to please.
 
Bobby was still a little confused, but he managed to nod. He then went back into the classroom, and looked at the clock, and had just enough time to go to his seat and shrug his backpack back on, before the bell rang. He said good afternoon to Storm, and then headed for the bus to the mansion. He and Kurt would have to shower and change, since it was a hot day most of the day.
 
Emma

Emma strode back into the classroom looking quite pleased.

"I noticed something about your grades there Ororo something doesn't seem quite right. Perhaps we can go over it after dinner in my office?" She kept her tone professional and hid her delight that so far things were going according to plan. She just had to convince the African Goddess to make an appearance.
 
"Good Afternoon Bobby." She dragged her words but she was worried. He didn't seem to know anything. There was no difference in his tone or anything else. So she was safe. She hoped.

"I noticed something about your grades there Ororo something doesn't seem quite right. Perhaps we can go over it after dinner in my office?"

"Do you really think we should be mixing business with pleasure?" Ororo asked circling her desk. "Besides, you and me around cutlery? Bad idea."
 
Emma

Emma gave a laugh. She could picture Ororo sending the knives and forks hurling at her in some tornado of silverware.

"No no you misunderstand. After dinner in my office. I guess I was a bit vague. I think you may have gotten your grading percentages a bit mixed up. Not a major problem but it'll be faster to correct with two of us."
 
"What are you trying to pull? I find it hard to believe you simply want us t get together like we are friends and fix my mistakes?" For all she knew Emma was being sincere. It was hard to believe. The woman was a great liar. If she had messed up her grades she did have a point a pair of helping hands was needed.
 
Bobby sighed, deciding the bus would be too slow, and decided to do his favorite thing. He created an ice track and slid the way to the mansion on it. He arrived at about 3:30, and headed for his room. He quickly picked out an outfit to wear, and showered, shaved, and got dressed. He looked at his watch, and found he had about two hours to go, so he went to the rec room and started playing a game of pool against himself.
 
Emma

Emma glared at her as if offended. She could be quite the actress.

"I'm not trying to pull anything. I just want to ensure that none of my students fail your class because YOU messed up on the percentages. Besides what would I have to gain by fixing your mistake except the well being of my students?"
 
"Fine. Can't blame me for wondering." She had noticed the entire class had left the room and they were the only two left. Placing her hands on her hips, she decided to leave her work here. Her mind was elsewhere and working right now was just not going to result in anything good.

"I'll see you later than." With that, she left the room.

Away from Emma, Bobby and Kurt. All the distraction that had toyed with her mind earlier she hoped in the shower. Stripping away her clothes and letting the warm water kiss her skin. She scrubbed herself hard, hoping to wash away any memory of her temporary loss of control the night wasn't over she still had to deal with White Queen. It irked her that the woman was able to see right through her. She hated that.

Stepping away, she dried herself off and slipped into a comfortable pair of jeans and a black sleeveless blouse. She could have worn clothing that is more attractive but she was going there to meet Emma. For that, she could have worn a burlap sack.

Downstairs the day was taking it's toll. She was exhausted more from the trap she'd walked into than any hard labor. She had an urge to skip her meeting with Emma and get lost in her greenhouse. That always calmed her down when she was having a rough day.

Thinking about Bobby and Kurt witnessing the release of her sexual tension was rough enough. "Emma?" She called walking aimlessly down the hall. "Are you here yet?" She secretly hoped she wasn't so she really could be alone.
 
Bobby finished his game, then went and ate dinner quickly. He then looked at his watch, and headed for Emma's office. He had left a note for Kurt, telling him that they were supposed to meet in her office after dinner. He smoothed out the silk shirt he was wearing, and then knocked on the office door slowly.
 
Emma

Emma had gone to the kitchen to get the one thng she was missing for this little arrrangement. she mentally went through her check list.

Boys... one Kurt Wagner and one Bobby Drake...check

Ororo Munroe...check

something to help the mood......

And that was what had brought Ms. Frost into the kitchen. She grabbed a package of fresh strawberry's from the fridge the irony of it was that they had probably been the result of Ororo's garden. She dug around until she found the last missing part....choclate. She heated it up in the microwave and rode the elevator back upstairs to her office. Tonight would be interesting indeed.
 
"Bobby?" Ororo slowly walked over to him. Dear Lord if Emma had set them up she was going to kill her. Literally she would fry the bitch. He looked good she'd give him that. He even smelled good. Taking a step back, she hugged herself close with her hands. Maybe he was here for something. It wouldn't be out of the ordinary.

"What are you doing here?"
 
Bobby blinked, seeing Storm. He hadn't expected her to be there. Then again, he couldn't even begin to understand Emma Frost. So he told her the truth, or rather, the truth as Emma told it to him.

"Emma said Kurt and I were failing from her class."
 
Emma

Emma stepped out of the elevator and walked towards her door seeing Ororo and Bobby already there. My they were eager weren't they. She gave a smile and unlocked her office door.

"Come on in both of you and have a seat", she said sliding into her own chair behind her desk. "Strawberry anyone?" She asked dipping it into the choclate and licking a bit off th top with her tounge then sucking the rest of and finally eating the strawberry.
 
"Emma huh?" Ororo looked around her. Making sure no one would here her. She could explain herself. Admit Emma was overreacting to...certain things she saw. He would understand? There was no way he was attracted to her. Right?

Right.

“Um Bobby listen-“

"Come on in both of you and have a seat", she said sliding into her own chair behind her desk. "Strawberry anyone?" She asked dipping it into the choclate and licking a bit off th top with her tounge then sucking the rest of and finally eating the strawberry.

Ororo rolled her eyes. The woman knew how to make an entrance and a scene. Sticking by the door, she wasn’t going to sit. She knew this wasn’t just about grades. If they were, even at all. Why else would Bobby be here? Dammit how could she be so stupid? she sucked in a deep breath and had to lean back against the door for support.

“You wanted to talk grades. So let’s talk grades. I’ve already spoken to Bobby about it. He needs to pull them up. But he’s fine – He’s doing fine….fine.”

Ororo bite her tongue, hoping that with enough pressure she’d bite it off and it would choke her to death.
 
Bobby winced slightly, then moved into a seat, shifting uncomfortably in it. He knew that Emma knew what he had been thinking, and that was bad enough. But he had no idea what she had planned, and as she made her show of her suction, he licked his lips, which had suddenly gone extremely dry. He looked up at Storm, wondering what she was going to tell him, then back at Emma, feeling like a bug under a microscope.
 
Emma

Emma glanced up at Ororo who acted life if by sitting down she would be going straigh to hell. "He might be fine..." she paused for added affected adding the emphasis on fine, "...in your class but not in mine. And since your percentages are messed up I figured he could help and it would earn him enough extra credit to pass my class. You do want him to pass don't you?" she asked thoughtfully looking up at her trying to calculate Ororo's next move.
 
Ororo’s footsteps were light as she walked over to a chair a nice distance away from the two. Baring her teeth slightly flicked her tongue across her lips shaking her head.

“Then let us get this over with as quickly as possible. Besides if, Bobby is failing your class as well and you are upset over that. I see no need for me to be here. As I said before. I spoke with him and we came to an understanding.” Cruel eyes were crystalline blue, but held no ounce of fear in their reflection.

“And to answer your question. Yes do want him to pass.” Ororo pause, brushing a few strands of hair from her face. “He won’t have to worry about that as long as he keeps his mind on his work.”

Ororo turned and looked over at Bobby. “Isn’t that right?”
 
Bobby could only nod dumbly, his voice having left him. He was nervous, somehow this felt like a trap to one of them, and oddly enough, he was rock hard, which only made matters worse.
 
Emma

God Ororo could not except a gift when it was sitting right infront of her. Emma gave a sigh she had really left her no choice. With her powers she shut the door and locked it knowing Ororo would protest and probably cuase a hell of a storm outside.

"Oh Bobby keeping up isn't an issue here.." she said looking over at Bobby and smirking, "I'm more then confident he can keep up".

"You need to relax Ororo or is that something completely foreign to you?"
 
CLICK

Ororo snapped her head in Emma's direction. She should have seen that coming. There was still the window. Her muscles were tense beyond natural ability. Jeans which hugged her frame flexed to her movement felt tighter than usual. Everything she wore made her feel naked when she was forced into a situation she couldn’t control.

“Relax?” Ororo chuckled. “You want me to relax? Sweetheart. I’m sitting in a room with a woman I can hardly stomach being around, you’ve just locked the door and worst of all your smiling. “

Emma had noticed the change in Bobby’s pants. The thought made a shiver dance along her spine. She convinced herself it was because of Emma not her. It had been a long time since she had seen a reaction like that. She was curious now, it felt so naturally to go over to him, get on her knees and –

Emma was tossing around signals herself. She wanted Bobby. They could have each other. His reaction was because of Emma…that’s how she saw it.

Did anyone else notice they all possessed blue eyes and the ability to freeze. Emma’s ability was solely because of her nasty personality.
 
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