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Title: The Jailbait Is Not A Job Benefit
Author: Karen
Email: kittenrescue@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters aren�t mine � only the ideas
for the naughty things I make them do.

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The Jailbait Is Not A Job Benefit ~

The collection
of ramshackle buildings looked like a tornado had blown through and the
residents were too lazy to rebuild. The place that had the audacity to call
itself Laughlin City would never be
in any danger of being the object of a campaign by the Department of
Tourism.

The
classy-looking blonde cursed under her breath as she stepped in something she
didn�t want to identify. Her
information better be correct about the Wolverine, and he was actually here, or
she�d just trashed her favorite pair of Manolo Blahniks for nothing. Walking into the smoky dive called the
Lion�s Den, she made her way to the bar and perched herself on one of the tacky
vinyl barstools.

�I don�t suppose
you serve champagne?� she asked the grizzled bartender.

�I can piss in a
glass and add some seltzer � it�d be about the same thing,� he offered.

�Charming. Just give me a shot of your least watered
down stuff.�

The bartender
slammed the shot glass down in front of her and she placed a ten-dollar bill on
the bar. He didn�t give her any change. The jerk must�ve figured her for a big
tipper.

She turned her
attention to the steel cage that dominated the place. A tall, devastatingly handsome man with the physique of a Greek
god stood bare-chested in the center of the cage, rolling his broad shoulders,
as the man lying unconscious on the floor was dragged out by his ankles.

The man known on
the fight circuit as Wolverine was in top form this evening, effortlessly
dispatching one drunken challenger after another. He wasn�t even breaking a
sweat it was so ridiculously easy. The
leggy blonde, in the indecently short skirt and clingy top, at the bar eyed him
appreciatively, as did every other woman in the place under a hundred. The
cage-fighting groupies were the most vocal in their appreciation of their
�hero�. Between matches, Wolverine
accepted the shots of whiskey offered by his �fans�, as they jockeyed for his
attention. He was well known for taking
a lucky girl or two back to his motel for a night of unforgettable copulation. The man�s sexual prowess in the sack was as
legendary as his fighting skills, and every woman past puberty wanted to be
next. Wolverine watched the blonde
intently, as he jerked his head sharply to the right and effortlessly knocked
out the latest moron stupid enough to think he had a shot at taking him down.
The blonde parted her legs enough for Logan to discover that she hadn�t
bothered putting on any panties. How convenient.

�Tonight�s
winner and still King of the Cage � the Wolverine.� The announcer said, as
Wolverine stepped out of the metal cage, and pushing past the fawning groupies,
sauntered over to the bar. Pulling a
black T-shirt over his head as he sat down on a stool just three away from the
blonde, Wolverine ordered a beer.

Glancing her way
as he lit his cigar, he noticed her looking back. In fact, she was very
obviously giving him the once over.

�Like what you
see?� he asked her, as the beer was put in front of him and he downed it
quickly.

�Do you?� she
replied, wondering if he was as good in bed as his reputation suggested. A girl
could have an orgasm just looking at him, so she could only imagine what
actually rubbing up against him naked could do.

Looking at her
up close, she reminded him of one of those models that graced the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition.
Yeah, she was a looker all right. He
dragged on the cigar and blew out lazy smoke rings.

�Not bad,� he
informed her nonchalantly, skimming his eyes over her, before settling on one
particular area of interest. He wondered if they were real or courtesy of a
skilled surgeon, and if he would have the opportunity to find out.

�Why don�t you
take a picture, it�ll last longer,� she said, noticing exactly where his stare
was focused.

�Yes, and
they�re magnificent,� she replied, without a trace of embarrassment.

�Prove he he
challenged.

�Even if this
dump was a strip club and tonight was amateur night, I�m not in the habit of
showing my tits in public,� she replied, calmly.

�I gotta room.�
He offered, piercing her with challenging eyes that even in the dim light of
the bar, she could see were a mixture of green and brown with flecks of gold,
and totally hypnotizing. The man was
simply stunning and the blonde caught her breath.

�Well then, what
are we waiting for? Let�s go,� she finally answered, standing up and sliding
off the stool. Time to see if his reputation was well earned, she thought, as
the anticipation made her quiver.

Oh, yeah, he
thought, he was gonna get laid � as if there was ever any doubt.

Wolverine
followed her out of the bar, much to the disappointment of the other women he�d
passed over. Once outside, he walked over to his camper and got in on the
driver�s side. The blonde stood for a minute before realizing he wasn�t going
to open the passenger door for Oh, Oh, well, was she expecting him to be a
gentleman?

Sliding into the
passenger seat, the blonde wrinkled her nose distastefully at the rolling wreck
that constituted the Wolverine�s transportation.

�What was this
thing in its former life, a garbage truck?� she sniffed.

�Hey, if you�d
prefer the road,� he said, insulted.

�No. It looks
fine. It looks�. Cozy,� she replied, trying to appease him and hoping to stop
him from dumping her on the side of the road.
Wolverine glared
at her, his hazel eyes blazing. She�d better be a good fuck after all this
aggravation, he thought.

�You don�t have
anything to eat do you? That cheap ass bar didn�t even have any peanuts.� She hadn�t eaten anything since that pitiful
excuse for a salad at lunchtime � stupid diet.

Logan reached
over to the glove compartment, pulled out a bag of beef jerky and handed it to
her.

�Ugh. The caviar
of rednecks everywhere,� she complained, as she returned the package to the
glove box, preferring to starve to death if necessary, rather than struggle to
gnaw through dried-up chewy cow parts.

�So don�t
fuckin� eat it, your highness,� Wolverine snapped, contemplating if she was
gonn wor worth the effort after all.
Hell, she was probably just gonna lay there and let him do all the work,
anyway.

Luckily for,
t,
they�d already reached the motel and Wolverine was too lazy to go back to the
bar and pick up someone else.

Sensing his
hostility and wanting very much to experience this magnificent male specimen,
the blonde promised him, �It�ll be worth it � you�ll see.�

�Yeah, I hope
so, or no Egg McMuffin for you in the mornin�.� <
<

Once inside the
room, the cool frosty society princess act quickly melted and she turned into a
consummate slut with lots of energy. Wolverine screwed her seven ways to
Sunday, finally collapsing hours later � exhausted, even for him.

�You�re a
hellava fuck, darlin�,� he informed.
�I know,� she
said confidently, �I told you it would be worth it, and by the way, the name�s
Mystique.�
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