New Blood

New Blood
Chapter 13: Business Plan

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Pierce Robotics Corporate Headquarters

Pierce Robotics had seen better days. Another quarterly report was released today and yet again, the numbers were grim. This was the fourth consecutive quarter of losses and their stock price was hitting new lows on a weekly basis. Nothing seemed to be going right. Nearly all their major facilities were on the brink of closing, their once sizable workforce had been cut by a third, and their competitors were bleeding them dry. It was almost hard to believe that this company was once an industry leader in the field of robotics and cybernetics. There was a time when they could do no wrong it seemed. Much of their success was thanks largely to the leadership of their founder and CEO, Donald Pierce. But he was also to blame for their misfortune.

A few years ago, Pierce started behaving erratically. He didn’t come to the office as often, he made irrational decisions, and his temper would explode at the drop of a hat. Nobody knew the reasons for this shift. There was sort of an unspoken rule among the board members not to talk about Donald Pierce’s off-the-books activities. They all knew he was involved in some shady group called the Hellfire Club. They also knew he was a bit unstable. At one point he underwent surgery to replace his arms and legs with advanced cybernetics. He did it because he had a special affinity for machines. That was part of what made him so good at running this company. But it all came to an abrupt end.

One day Pierce didn’t show up for an important meeting. Then he didn’t show up for a week. Then a month passed by without so much as a phone call. Eventually they got a cryptic message saying Pierce was dead. They didn’t give a cause of death. They just said he was dead. Some speculated Pierce’s paranoia caught up with him. His erratic decisions made him so many enemies there was a good chance that one of them succeeded in taking him out. Some thought he committed suicide because he was unable to cope with the inadequacy he felt compared to the machines he created. But whatever the cause, his death left the company in disarray.

At the moment, the remaining members of the board sat around a table discussing their predicament. There weren’t many of them left. Some of the members went bankrupt while others pulled out early and cut their losses. But for the few that remained it wasn’t getting any easier. The Chief Financial Officer, Jeph Lobdell, showed some ominous charts.

“And as you can see our latest attempt to revitalize our advanced propulsion division has had mixed results at best. The timetable for the advanced compact rocket program has been pushed back again while Trask Industries is rumored to be several years ahead with their program.”

“Did any good come out of the project at all?” groaned senior board member Brian Pak.

“We managed to keep some facilities open a little longer. The banks are still breathing down my neck for payments, but we still have time. And unless we produce something soon we’ll have to close up shop.”

“You mean bankruptcy?” dreaded investor relations director, Mark Kirkman.

“That’s a last resort, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t likely.”

Every member of the board shifted uncomfortably. The word ‘bankruptcy’ was a harsh concept to throw around. For each of them it meant total ruin. If they didn’t turn things around soon they would all be out of a job and possibly out of luck. But with they way things were going they would need a miracle at this point.

Suddenly the doors open and a new presence barged into the meeting room.

“Excuse me sir, but this is a closed meeting!” said Lobdell.

“Not for me it isn’t,” said the man, “And neither for my associates.”

The board members watched as more people followed the man inside. But they didn’t look like traditional associates. They were all young. Some were probably still in their teens. But they all shared the mysterious man’s demeanor. Each one was dressed in a strange brand of professional attire with the men wearing suits and the women wearing business dresses. They all had strange emblems and a touch of old Victorian style embroiders. It was similar to the attire Pierce would wear occasionally, but this man carried himself very differently.

The presence was Charles Xavier and the sight before him was nothing short of pathetic. These feeble minds had no idea who they were dealing with. He had been biding his time to make a move on this company. Pierce Industries was one of the few remaining assets from the old Inner Circle that he hadn’t taken over. But there was a reason for that. He needed to catch these people when they were desperate and if the chart on the screen was any indication they were in bad shape.

In addition, he brought a team of pawns with him. The group included Scott, Jean, Rogue, Pietro, Wanda, Piotr, Warren, and James. Kurt was also there, but his appearance was shrouded by an image inducer he received from Hank. The device was disguised as a watch and made it so he looked like a normal young man with black hair and a trim physique. He originally didn’t want to come along, but Xavier insisted that he be here for this important lesson in doing business the Hellfire way.

“I’m calling security,” said Brian Pak.

But before he could hit the button on the caller, James pulled out a small knife he had stashed in his sleeve and threw it right into the center of the device. It effectively shorted out the electronics as well as shocked the rest of the board.

“I don’t think so,” said James in a stern tone, “You people are going to sit here and listen to what this man has to say. Understood?”

Nobody said a word. After a stunt like that, how could they? And to make sure nobody walked out on them, Scott and Jean closed the doors and Piotr stood in front. If they wanted out they would have to go through him. If they knew what was good for them they wouldn’t bother to try.

“Thank you, James,” said Xavier, “Now then, let’s get down to business. I understand Pierce Industries has come under hard times this past year. Today’s Wall Street Journal even said you’re close to filing for bankruptcy.”

“We…haven’t gotten to that point yet,” said the CFO.

“But your close, aren’t you? Ever since the unfortunate loss of your founder you’ve lacked direction, leadership, and above all management of this once thriving organization. Well it’s your lucky day because I’m here to fix that.”

“Oh? And just who are you to say you can make such bold claims?” said Pak skeptically.

“I’m Charles Xavier, the new majority shareholder of Pierce Industries. If you don’t believe me, just have a look at the latest memo. It’ll inform you that I have acquired a majority holding of shares for this company. In other words, I’m your new boss.”

“What?! But how…” began Kirkman.

“Sit down, Mr. Kirkman,” said Xavier sternly, “My associates will hand you the details.”

Kirkman wisely did as he asked and sat as the pawns passed out a collection of folders. When they opened them they were shocked to see that this man was right. He was the new majority shareholder of Pierce Industries. It didn’t say he purchased the shares though. It just said he now owned them and because it was all on legitimate papers with all the necessary signatures, they had no room to deny it.

“This is impossible! How come none of us were told about this transaction?” said the director of investor relations as he read over the documents.

“Because I didn’t need your approval,” answered Xavier ominously, “These shares once belonged to Donald Pierce. But they’re mine now. Before his death he left them to me.”

“That can’t be true. Donald would never do such a thing,” scoffed Brian Pak, “He trusted nobody, not even us.”

“And just how did you convince him to hand over his shares anyways?” asked Kirkman suspiciously.

“That’s something you don’t need to know. And if you are wise in any sense you won’t ask.”

His tone was dark and threatening and he had a look in his eye that could freeze the oceans and a grin that mocked them all. The board members of Pierce Industries had dealt with plenty of unsavory characters. Pierce had a habit of collecting them. But this man was truly something else.

To the pawns, it was pretty impressive. Charles Xavier knew how to conduct business. In less than five minutes every member of the board was scared of him. He didn’t even have to use his telepathy to induce it. His charisma was all he needed.

“He’s good,” commented Jean.

“Just getting warmed up,” grinned Warren, who had seen this kind of thing before.

Xavier stepped in from the projected the CFO had been using and turned it off. Now all eyes were on him.

“Donald Pierce was a determined, albeit sloppy man. He knew how to make great advancements in technology and research, but had poor people skills. I’m sure you would all agree that any man who voluntarily cuts off his own limbs and replaces them with cybernetics has some serious inferiority issues.”

Nobody was about to argue that. It was almost humorous when Xavier put it in that way. But nobody dared laugh and they listened on.

“He ran his own affairs well, but did a poor job of building redundancy into his company. Now I’m sure he didn’t plan to die when he did, but doing so left quite a void that you people have done a bad job filling. Then again who can blame you? You all delegated everything to Pierce, didn’t you? You expected him to fix everything. What do you think that says about you?”

The board members exchanged glances. This didn’t sound like a business proposal or anything. It was more like an affront on them and their recent failures. It was downright offensive and Brian Pak wasn’t going to take it.

“What’s your point, Mr. Xavier? Are you going to tell us or are you just going to stand there and insult us?”

“Oh there is a point to all this, Mr. Pak,” said Xavier, maintaining a calm, collected tone, “The point is to prepare you for when you see the documents in the sealed envelope in that folder you just received. Look it over and you’ll see what I mean.”

The board members anxiously took out the unmarked enveloped and opened it. When they saw what was inside they all paled. A few even felt ill as if they came down with food poisoning. This meeting just kept going from bad to worse. On the papers were statements of intent to sell their respective holdings to Xavier’s company. The language was written in business jargon, but it all boiled down to a simple option. They would sell their shares to Xavier at a specific price (which wasn’t anywhere near what they paid for it up front) and resign from the company. This would free them of any and all liabilities, but the cost in terms of money and power was quite high. It was crafted in a ways that required only a signature to make it official.

“You want us to just give you our shares?!” exclaimed CFO.

“Oh you won’t be giving me anything. You’ll be selling them to me. It’s only fair business practice,” said Xavier, remaining confident and poised.

“But this price is a fraction of what we paid when we entered this company!” shouted Brian Pak, “We’ll be leaving here at a loss!”

“But you’ll be free from further liability and the scar of bankruptcy. You should be thankful. I’m giving you a way out of the mess Donald Pierce left behind.”

“But it still gives you complete control over all of Pierce Industries!” said Mark Kirkman, rising up to confront Xavier, “You think we’re just going to sit by and let you take over everything we’ve worked for?!”

His words were wrought with outrage. He was only expressing what the other members were feeling as well. Then suddenly, his body was consumed by a purplish hue. His eyes widened and his expression froze as he felt a sharp tightness around his throat. It was like a nightmare. The board fell back in terror at such a scene. They noticed Wanda stepping forward, her eyes glowing and holding her hand out in a ways that mimicked a choking grip. Whatever was happening to Mark was coming from her. His face was turning red and he was gasping for air.

“Yes, that’s exactly what you’re going to do,” said Xavier, remaining calm and forceful as he stared down the choking man, “And if I were you, I’d calm down. I wish to keep these proceedings civil for my young associates.”

Mark Kirkman’s face was turning blue. He was on the brink of passing out, but Wanda wouldn’t let him go. If anything, she was tightening her grip. The horrified board watched on, fearful that this strange woman would just let him expire. Thankfully, Xavier waved her down. He believed he had made his point.

“Let him go, Wanda,” he said.

“Whatever,” said Wanda flatly.

She let the man go and he immediately gasped for air. Some of the other members came to his aid. He looked pretty bad, but the anger on his face was replaced with shock. They thought Pierce was ruthless enough, but this man was something else entirely. He didn’t just barge in on them and start making demands. He calmly entered with an iron will, ready to do whatever needed to be done. And if they were all to walk out of this room alive, they had to go along with him.

It made their point, but some of the pawns were a little surprised by how hard Wanda was on the man. They knew she had to put some force behind it, but she probably would have killed the man if Xavier hadn’t stopped her. And that didn’t bother her in the slightest. While the Hellfire Club conditioned them all to be ready to kill, it was a bit disturbing that she could be so dark about it.

“Went a tad overboard, don’t you think?” commented Pietro with a hint of brotherly scold.

“So what? It worked didn’t it?” shrugged Wanda.

That sounded like something Selene would say. Pietro didn’t like it, but his scold sent the message. He would have to have a little talk with her later. The last thing he wanted was to walk the same path their father walked.

Once the shock wore off the board members were faced with a decision. Charles Xavier made his offer and it was up to them to sign it. They had a lot of incentive not to in a business sense. But in a survival sense, the choice was clear.

“Now then, are we going to do this or aren’t we?” said Xavier, “The sooner we work this out the sooner you can all walk out of here.”

“Okay, we’ll talk. No need for further theatrics,” said Jeph Lobdell, the CFO, “Please just do what you have to. I have a family to go home to.”

“I’ll do my best to make this quick. I have big plans for this company and I’d like to get started.”

The members of the board swallowed their pride and their hope as they each took a seat and awaited further instructions. It was a remarkable shift that impressed the pawns. Xavier brought them along to give them a taste of the business world and it turned out to be more eventful than they thought. The Black Kings style of business was harsh and life-threatening to those on the other end, but it worked. The Hellfire Club had control of another company.

“Talk about intense negotiations,” commented Rogue.

“I wouldn’t necessarily call it that, Rogue,” said Scott.

“Oh? And what would you call it?”

“Aggressive expansion,” he answered with a grin, “It’s not the easiest thing to do in a business suit. But it sure helps when you have an arsenal of mutant powers at your disposal.”

Lower Manhattan – Outside Fisk Tower

It was early in the afternoon as Remy and Ororo walked around the imposing structure of Fisk Tower. It was a nice day and the streets were busy with traffic and pedestrians. There were people on their way to work, walking their dogs, and shopping around at the many nice stores along the street. They were all oblivious to the fact that they were walking in the shadow of the Kingpin’s base of operations. In this seemingly normal skyscraper, a vast criminal empire was run with an iron fist by an oversized man who paraded around as a wealthy businessman. Remy and Ororo clearly had their work cut out for them.

This initial walkthrough was a simple observation mission. All good thieves had to know the layout of the target area before they made a plan. They chose to do it in broad daylight because it allowed them to hide in the crowds. Even acute observers would have had a hard time distinguishing them from casual tourists. But they still had to be careful. The Kingpin had a knack for spotting threats and their planning had to be perfect if they were to pull this off.

Ororo was still somewhat bitter that she got dragged into this. The whole point of this task was for Remy to prove himself. She didn’t see why she had to put her neck on the line as well. But it was an important mission. Charles Xavier stressed the need for this job to be done in order for the deal with Norman Osborn to go through. She also suspected there was more at stake. But whatever reasons there were, Charles kept them to himself and she was content to leave it there. She was probably better off not knowing anyways.

At least Remy was being professional so far. She was pleasantly surprised to see that he did take this job seriously and he had a pretty good eye in the thieving sense. She wasn’t used to being around other thieves because she usually worked alone. It was kind of nice being around someone who talked the talk. He was still a little annoying though. She caught him checking her out a few times, but she was getting used to that.

“Fisk sure knows how to do the biz with style,” said Remy as he looked up at the tower from the nearby street corner, “Hard to believe so much of the criminal world is linked to that man’s office.”

“Yes, it is somewhat humbling to us lowly contract workers. But as the old saying goes the bigger they are the harder they fall.”

“In more ways then one,” snickered Remy, “At least a guy like Fisk is easy to pick out of a crowd. So we shouldn’t have any problem with him sneakin’ up on us.”

“Let’s hope not. I’ve heard a lot of that girth of his is actually muscle.”

“Makes no difference to Remy,” he shrugged, “I don’t plan on fighting him anyways.”

“Let me guess, you’re a lover not a fighter?” quipped Ororo.

“Oh Remy’s a fighter and a damn good one too. He just prefers lovin’ first.”

Ororo laughed and rolled her eyes. This man had an ego on him. It was hard to tell when he was being serious or playful. How he gained such a reputation in the New Orleans underground was beyond her, but he had to be doing something right for the Inner Circle to pursue him. She just hadn’t seen him in action yet.

At least he got her smiling. Remy could tell she didn’t trust him anymore than the rest of the Hellfire Club. That was fine, but she sure was overt about it. He got the sense it involved more than just his playful flirting. From the moment he met her he saw a complicated woman. But he always found complicated women much more interesting.

“You know with comments like that, I get the feelin’ you’re a wee bit bitter, Storm,” he told her.

“Bitter? Why would I be bitter?” she scoffed.

“Don’t know. You tell me. You’re the one who’s been so out there since we crossed paths in the bayou. And the more Remy’s around you, the more I get the feelin’ it ain’t me.”

“And how can you be sure of that?”

“Because even when you think I ain’t watching, you still have that look on your face. And Remy knows that looks. It’s the look of someone carrying a heavy burden.”

Ororo was surprised at his astute observations. Was she really that obvious or was he just that perceptive. Yet still, she denied it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, looking away from his tough gaze.

“Sure you don’t,” said Remy skeptically, “You just try and hide it beneath that pretty smile and tough-girl exterior. But you sure don’t do a very good job of it.”

“And I suppose you’re an expert on surmising someone else’s problems?”

“There’s a lot of things Remy’s an expert at, but that ain’t one of them. I can see it in you because I have first hand experience. And I can understand if ya want to talk about it.”

“Are you trying to be sensitive?” she asked suspiciously.

“Naw, Remy’s just curious that’s all. But if you don’t want to, fine. We’ll just go back to scopin’ out Fisk Tower.”

Ororo fell silent. Remy sounded sincere. He could have been faking it just to get to her, but her instinct told her that may not be the case. Mystique taught her a lot about detecting deception. She considered herself an expert at it and Remy showed none of the signs. But she wasn’t about to reveal her life story to some guy she didn’t trust yet. One of her mottos was to never get too personal with anybody on the job. There was no telling how it could affect the mission. But it didn’t make it fester any less.

A heavy silence fell over them as they walked around the block a few times, scoping out possible vantage points. Fisk Tower was surrounded by numerous tall buildings. There were any number of places they could get a good view of the area. Finding the best possible spot was a matter of meticulous planning. It meant they could be out here for a while and the silence was starting to get to her. She had to say something. Even if she didn’t trust Remy, she had to at least touch on it.

“It’s not bitterness just so you know…not entirely,” she said.

“Then what is it?” asked Remy, not missing a beat.

“It’s complicated. A lot of it has to do with my life before I started working for the Hellfire Club. There are a number of painful memories I have going back to my pick pocketing days in Cairo. And if you don’t mind I’d rather not talk about it.”

Remy cast her an understanding look.

“Hey, that’s okay. You don’t know me that well and I don’t know you. But as long as Remy’s earnin’ the Hellfire Club’s trust why not work on earnin’ yours as well?”

“But why me? There are plenty of other pretty female thieves out there.”

“None that Remy finds as interesting as you.”

Ororo blushed. Remy smiled, happy to see that cute look on her face. She clearly had a lot of baggage. He couldn’t probe too deep though. They were still getting to know each other.

“But if you ever wanna talk, Remy’s right here. And just to show you what a good sport I can be, I’ll let you in on my world as well.”

“Oh? And why do you think I would find that an incentive?”

“Because you’re curious about Remy too,” he said confidently, “Otherwise you wouldn’t have said anything and we would still be talkin’ about the layout of every building around Fisk Tower.”

She shot him a bemused grin, but didn’t argue with his reasoning.

“You are sensitive,” she joked.

“Don’t get too carried away. Remy has his share of secrets. A lot of them are back in New Orleans, but the ones I keep close are the ones that led me here. There are lots of reasons Remy left everything behind and one of them has to do with making sacrifices you’re not willing to make.”

There was a subtle shift in his tone. He sounded distant when he mentioned sacrifices. It was the first time Ororo saw him get a little emotional about something. It made her even more curious. Maybe there was more to this man than pool halls, women, and playing cards. He might be worth getting to know. With Mystique gone on assignment, she wouldn’t have a lot of fellow thieves to hang around with. It might be nice for a change.

“I see,” she said in an empathic tone.

“Don’t get too curious. That’s all Remy’s giving you for now,” he said, returning to his usual demeanor.

“That’s okay. I don’t expect you to be an open book on your first assignment.”

“Maybe once this job’s complete you and me can sit down and talk a bit more in depth,” said Remy with a flirtatious leer.

“One step at a time, Remy,” smiled Ororo, “You still have to prove yourself, remember?”

“Eh, Remy ain’t worried about that. I’ll get this job done or die trying. That’s the motto of all great thieves.”

His confidence was admirable, especially for someone going up against the Kingpin. But Ororo was curious to see him back it up. If he could turn that sharp wit into results, then he’ll go a long way towards earning her trust and that of the Hellfire Club. Remy Lebeau was an intriguing man. Hopefully he wouldn’t get himself killed on the job otherwise she wouldn’t get a chance to uncover some of his secrets.

Hellfire Manor – Emma’s Room

Emma just returned from a nice soak in a hot tub. Her hair was still damp and she wore only a towel as she lounged about in her room. Compared to the others, her room was much more personalized. Everything was tailored to her tastes, conforming to her ridged standards for color, comfort, and style. A lot of the accessories she had were pretty expensive. The white makeup she often wore was a special brand that cost twice what any of the other girls wore. She also spent an exorbitant amount of money on hair care and skin care products. Some joked how her vanity was excessive even by the standards of the Hellfire Club, but she could care less. She placed great importance on her body and that was her choice.

It was nice to have some alone time. Ever since Charles and Selene recruited these new pawns it had been a little crowded at times. Even though the mansion was plenty big to accommodate all of them, Emma wasn’t used to having so many other people in her domain. At times it felt intrusive, but there was nothing she could do about it. She wasn’t the one making these decisions. She was just doing her job as she had done for years now, hoping to work her way higher up. She already had a head start on the other pawns. She had more experience and more of Xavier’s trust, but because of her youth she wasn’t quite ready. She also felt Selene was purposely holding her back, but then again she could never tell with that woman.

For the most part, she didn’t bother getting to know the rest of the pawns. She slept with the guys and occasionally traded stripping tips with the girls, but other than that she kept to herself. She also had her own set of duties. While the others trained, she did work with the Hellfire Club’s vast financial assets. Having grown up in a business savvy family and gone to private school, she was a veritable master of money. She knew how to make it and spend it. In her mind she didn’t need any other training. That’s why she chose not to attend the field trip to Pierce Industries and why she kept to herself.

Sitting at her dresser, Emma dried and styled her hair until it matched the picture perfect blonde luster she so treasured. About halfway through she heard a knock on her door.

“Emma gal? It’s Rogue, ya decent?”

“I’m fine,” she groaned, “What is it?”

The door opened and Rogue entered, still in her business dress. She was surprised to see Emma in just a towel. Her pampering herself while they all took part in an important lesson from Xavier hardly seemed fair.

“Dang, looks like you had fun while we were all gone. Where were you anyways?”

“Oh please, like I need a lesson in business,” scoffed Emma, “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m already well-versed in the art of money. You don’t think I just take all the money I make stripping and throw it under my bed, do you?”

“Ah never would have guessed,” muttered Rogue, “But it wasn’t just the lesson. It was supposed to be a group thing. The Black King said he wants us all working together.”

“Maybe for you guys, but I’m sure he didn’t mean me,” said Emma.

“Why not? You are still a pawn last Ah checked.”

“I am, but I’m a pawn with more experience. You see, I was masterfully performing my duties for the Hellfire Club before Charles was even Black King. I already know how things work around here. He also trusts me more so I have more leeway in doing my own thing.”

“Well ain’t you sure of yourself,” chided Rogue.

“Why shouldn’t I be? It’s not like the Black King made a big deal of it.”

Her snide tone really irritated Rogue. She wasn’t just being selfish, she was being an outright bitch.

“It ain’t about that! It’s about you stickin’ with the rest of us. We’re all supposed to be in this together and Ah think everybody knew you weren’t there.”

“Oh boo hoo. It’s not like we’re all best friends or something. You all can do fine without me.”

“Ah could care less if we were friends! But a little respect from your end wouldn’t kill ya, you know?”

Emma rolled her eyes and went back to styling her hair. Rogue continued to scorn her, but it didn’t affect her in the slightest.

“You’re being childish, Rogue. I respect the lot of you, but only to an extent,” said the young blonde.

“An extent?” scoffed Rogue, still very much insulted.

“Yes, you know what extend means don’t you? It means there’s a limit to which I give my respect. You, Scott, Jean, Kurt, and the rest of the pawns are still new. You don’t know what it’s like to do this day after day. And how could you? Xavier practically handed everything to you because of who your mother is. For me, I had to earn it.”

“Oh so just because you’ve done this longer you think we’re all beneath you?”

“No, but I’m sure you understand why I might find it a little insulting to my efforts. All the comforts and pleasures you enjoy? You think I had that when I first arrived?”

There was a mix of bitterness and smug narcissism in her tone. She sounded like a woman who felt more entitled to everything they enjoyed here. Rogue didn’t know what to make of it, but it didn’t make her sound like any less a bitch.

“Now you’re the one who’s bein’ childish,” said Rogue, “You think just because we got into this differently we ain’t worthy? You think you’re the only one who had to struggle?”

“If you’re going to try and compare your life to mine you’ll end up talking to yourself,” said Emma, still brushing her hair.

“Thanks, but I’ll save that for someone decent enough to listen.”

Rogue folded her arms and shook her head at this woman. Emma still wasn’t fazed. She had this iron shell around her that shut out anything and everything she didn’t want to deal with. She was a closed book locked in an unbreakable safe buried in the center of the Earth. Rogue didn’t consider herself the smartest girl in the world, but being able to absorb people gave her an appreciation for what made someone who they were. It was always a combination of experience plus ingrained personality traits. And looking at Emma, she could only imagine the kind of experience she must have had and how it clashed with that charming personality of hers.

“You’re one bitter blonde bitch, ya know that?”

“Very elegantly put,” muttered Emma snidely.

“Thanks,” grinned Rogue smugly, “And since you don’t seem to care, Ah’ll leave it there. But one word of advice, Emma…don’t push people away too much. It ain’t good to have enemies in a place like this. If you’re too stubborn that’s one thing, but if you’re just bitter then you got more problems than Ah thought.”

Emma shot her a look through the mirror, but Rogue was already gone. She slammed the door behind her, sealing her to her solitude.

As tough an emotional shell she had, Rogue’s words did get through. They were similar to what Jean told her once when she first arrived. She did put up a lot of barriers around herself. She barely talked to the girls even when they were working and the most she ever did with the men was sleep with them. Besides that, she didn’t know much about them and they didn’t know anything about her. So in a sense, Rogue was right, but there was a reason for that and it was a reason neither she nor anybody else could possibly understand. So with a bitter gaze Emma went back to brushing her hair.

Sinister’s Lab – Operating Room

Hank McCoy was going on twenty-fifth hours without sleep. With so much work to be done and only so many hours of the day, rest of any kind was few and far between. His mutation gave him some advantage, but even he had his limits and he was starting to feel it. Ever since Sinister removed that part of Remy’s brain that held so much promise, they had been doing nonstop testing. He had never seen Sinister so intent. It sounded like he was really onto something with this tiny chunk of brain tissue. But what exactly he planned to do with it was still unknown.

Even when one of the pawns came in with a request for some plastic surgery, Sinister told Hank to take care of it. He was a bit overwhelmed at first, but thankfully the procedure wasn’t too complicated. Most of it was done through special chemical injections strategically placed into certain areas of the body. The injections were done largely by robotic arms, but there still needed to be someone to guide those arms. And that’s was Hank’s job now while Sinister continued doing tests. He felt a bit left out because he wanted to see what was possible with this new research. But he wasn’t about to argue with his mentor.

The patient was Wanda Maximoff. This was her fourth time getting cosmetic surgery. Ever since she started getting personal attention from Selene, she developed a new appreciation for physical beauty. She wasn’t satisfied with her body anymore. She wanted bigger breasts, fuller lips, and blemish-free skin. It was typical of Hellfire women, but the way Wanda took to it was a little strange. But who was he to argue what these wild youths wanted? At least the women were naked during much of the procedure. Even as a serious man of science, he was still a man.

“Okay Wanda, we’re done,” said Hank through a microphone, “I’m administering some extra sedative so your body will have time to adjust.”

“Thank you, Dr. McCoy,” said Wanda in a drowsy tone, “Not too much though. The sooner I wake up the sooner I can start putting my new body to good use.”

Hank administered the sedative and the young woman was soon out cold. It ended another successful procedure. The mutant ape-man stretched his large gorilla-like limbs and yawned as he turned off the machines and entered the room to put away the equipment. Maybe after this he could squeeze in a cat nap and rejoin Sinister in the main lab. He admired his mentors dedication, but sometimes he forgot that he didn’t have the unique ability to function without sleep.

But as he put away the assorted gear he couldn’t help but glance over at the sleeping Wanda. She was naked from the waist up, wearing only a pair of black panties. And even though the chemicals were still working to fill her breasts out, they looked very enticing. Hank McCoy had gotten pretty good at suppressing his beast-like instincts when it came to anger and impulses, but one thing he hadn’t worked on quite as much was his sex drive. Most of the time he kept himself busy so he didn’t have time to think about sex. But when he was around these beautiful Hellfire women, it was much harder to resist.

“Be calm, Hank. Just finish up and leave,” he told himself.

But his baser instinct wouldn’t let up. The animal within saw the beautiful woman lying before him and hungered for her flesh. Soon he didn’t feel all that tired anymore. And with no Sinister or other pawns around for once, that darker side of his animal personality had a chance to come out. He tried resisting. He recited a little Shakespeare, went over the entire periodic table, and explained Einstein’s theory of relativity to himself. But it was no good. The monster in him was coming out again, only this time in a different way.

‘Touch her…feel her…take her.’

That primitive voice was strong and even with Hank’s intellect, it was hard to resist. Nobody ever trained him to handle this side of himself. Nothing ever prepared him for it. Buried in his work, he never had time to explore the opposite sex. In the Hellfire Club there was ample opportunity and his animal side knew it. This was the first time he was alone with one of them. Nobody was looking over his shoulder and nobody was there to stop him. Wanda would be out for a while. He could do whatever he wanted to her and she would never know.

He couldn’t stand it anymore. The animal within was too strong. Hank stopped what he was doing and narrowed in on Wanda. He let out a low growl and started making his way over to her. The closer he got the more intent his desire grew. When he reached the foot of her bed, he stood still for a moment. His conscious was yelling at him, saying this was wrong but being mentored under Sinister gave him a talent for shutting that part of his mind out. He still wasn’t sure though. What would happen to him if he got caught? But before he could even consider such possibilities that wanting voice in his mind won out.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered to the unconscious girl, “But I must.”

Throwing aside his cares and worries, Hank McCoy leaned over and grabbed the young woman’s ample breasts. Even though they were still fresh from surgery, they felt amazingly good. The soft fleshy orbs felt full and natural, a true testament to the technology Sinister employed for these procedures. It satisfied some of the lustful cravings of his animal side, but only fueled many others.

As he hungrily kneaded her breasts, his growls intensified. Even his human side liked this and craved more. With lust burning inside him, he leaned over and licked over her cleavage. She tasted so good. Her womanly aroma was overwhelming and prompted the half-man/half-beast to go further. He licked over her nipples, causing them to become hard and erect. He buried his face between them while giving them both a firm squeeze. It was intoxicating and Wanda remained unconscious and unaware the whole time.

With his lustful side fully in control, Hank followed the orders of the sinister voice in his head. It kept telling him to take it a step further. Nobody was looking and she wasn’t waking up for a few hours anyways. Why not have a little fun with her? None of the pawns really appreciated him or Sinister anyways. They just came in for treatment and surgery and that was it. And if they lived in such comfort and opulence, wasn’t he entitled to a little as well?

Grinning to himself, his hand drifted down Wanda’s body over her abdomen and onto her private areas. At first he just felt over her panties, getting a feel for the tender flesh underneath. In his limited life experience he had no intimate contact with women. He was unfamiliar with certain intimate parts of their bodies, but now seemed as good a time as any to explore. With one hands still on her breast, Hank carefully slipped his large digits into her panties. He was soft at first, just touching over the outside areas of her folds. Then he slipped a couple of fingers inside her and even though she wasn’t aroused, she was still nice and hot.

It was amazing. Hank couldn’t believe he was doing this. But he couldn’t stop. He was almost fully aroused. The tight briefs he wore beneath his lab coat felt extremely confining. The lustful voice beckoned him to take her right then and there. To hell with right and wrong. He was an animal and animals needed to mate. His human side still fought with him, but was quickly losing out. Hank actually found himself short of breath as he grappled with the situation before him.

‘Do it…you need it. It’ll feel so good.’

“No I…”

Suddenly, the sound of Sinister’s voice shocked him out of his dazed state.

“Hank? What are you doing?” he asked as he entered the infirmary.

Hank’s heart jumped. He abruptly pulled his hand out of Wanda’s panties and rose up to face his mentor with a beleaguered expression.

“Mr. Sinister, I uh…was just making sure treatments had the proper effects,” he said nervously, “You can never be too scrupulous, right?”

Sinister looked at the young man strangely. He caught a brief glimpse of what he was doing. He even sensed some of his primal thoughts with his telepathy. But he would rather not get into such matters.

“Whatever,” he said, “But when you’re done, come with me to the genetics lab. I’ve uncovered some intriguing findings from the brain tissue.”

“Yes sir,” said Hank obediently, “I’ll be there. Just give me a minute.”

Sinister rolled his eyes and left Hank to collect himself. He was glad he was wearing a lab coat. He did not need to see his bulging arousal. He saw enough of that with the pawns. But this was the first time Hank let his primal side get the better of him. Since he arrived, Sinister helped stabilize his condition so that he wouldn’t transform anymore than he already had. While he salvaged his brilliant mind, he couldn’t turn off certain base instincts. There was always a chance it could be problematic in the future, but so long as Hank didn’t let it get too out of control he didn’t have a problem with it. It might even come in handy down the line.

For Hank McCoy, a few deep breaths and some mental chiding helped collect himself. He took one last look at the unconscious Wanda Maximoff and hoped she wasn’t at all aware of what he did. Then he left her to rest and followed his mentor to the genetics lab. He felt guilty. He was lucky Sinister came along when he did otherwise he might have taken it a step further. But at the same time, part of him liked it. It felt good to feel a woman that close. It was also kind of thrilling that she was unconscious. In such a state they couldn’t judge his appearance or be turned off. It definitely struck the isolated young man at his core. As wrong as it felt, it also felt kind of right. His animal mating instinct wasn’t going away so he would have to deal with it. Hopefully in the future he would better be able to control himself. If he couldn’t then there may be other forces at work within him that he didn’t understand.

Sage’s Office

Sage was busy as usual, typing away on her many computer consoles. Her hands and fingers moved with superhuman quickness and efficiency, her computerized mind able to process everything at a pace few could hope to match. There was never any shortage of tasks. The Hellfire Club dealt with a lot of data and was linked to many networks including major commercial and economic hubs as well as governmental and international security hubs like SHIELD. The system was also linked to monitor areas throughout the manor. That way she could keep an eye on the pawns and the rest of the Hellfire Club.

Several monitors showed brief clips of real-time feed from cameras. At the moment everything seemed normal in the manor and X-industrial tower. In the training area Scott was learning a few combat techniques from James Poundstar. He seemed to be picking them up pretty quickly. Scott proved to be a fast learner since his arrival. Of all the pawns the Black King brought in with this expansion plan of his, Sage respected Scott the most. He had a genuine drive in him. He wasn’t all about fooling around and indulging in self-excess, he knew how to work. He had strong leadership skills and might make a good organizer for the Hellfire Club’s many enforcers. He also bulked up quite a bit since he joined and was well-conditioned physically. He even mastered the use of his powers. If he continued on his current path, he could very well become a high ranking member of the Inner Circle.

On the screen, she watched James Poundstar show Scott a takedown move. He performed it fluidly yet forcefully. It reflected how he carried himself and was proving to be a good fit for the Hellfire Club. Even though he was new, Sage was growing to respect him almost as much as she respected Scott Summers. His tough warrior mentality gave him the right qualities for the Hellfire Club. And having come from such dire poverty, he really enjoyed the Hellfire lifestyle. Sage knew personally because she slept with him recently. The man was powerful in more ways than one. So long as he continued to take his role seriously there was no reason he couldn’t ascend into the Inner Circle.

Shifting her attention to another screen, she zeroed in on Club Hellfire where Jean and Emma were working a shift. Jean was currently on stage doing her thing, smiling and swaying her body as she slipped out of her G-string. Having worked with Jean before she joined, Sage was amazed at her transformation. Before she arrived she never fit in anywhere and was always distant because of her powers. Now she could not only control her psychic abilities, she could use them at a high level. She saw this in the way she used her telekinesis to collect a tip from a bewildered gentleman. This newfound confidence brought out a strong, passionate woman who wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty and go the distance. She took well to her role as a Hellfire woman, yet retained a much of her good-natured persona. She was no angel, but she wasn’t pure evil by any stretch. Her desire to succeed in the Hellfire Club was just as strong as Scott and James. Sage liked her and remained close to her, but she wasn’t sure if she could stay balanced enough to establish herself as true Hellfire royalty. Only time would tell.

While Jean was dancing, not far from the stage Sage saw Emma seducing an old man in an expensive business suit. It looked like she was being a little rough with him. He winced when she nibbled on his earlobe, but he didn’t dear tell her to stop. He was pretty much putty in her hands. It was a familiar sight to Sage and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes at it. Emma Frost had always been a complicated woman with dubious tastes. Ever since Charles brought her into his operations, she paraded around the manor as if she were part of the Inner Circle. While it was true she did play a part in taking down the old order, she remained a greedy, self-absorbed bitch to pretty much anybody she came across. The only one she was remotely polite to was Charles and even he called her out on it. Emma didn’t care about anybody nor did she care about the other pawns. She never got along with her and doubted she would ever get along with anybody.

Turning her attention away from Club Hellfire, Sage focused on Sinister’s lab. As usual, Hank and Mr. Sinister were hard at work doing tests and research. There were probably more cameras in that lab than anywhere else in X-industrial tower and for good reason. Sinister was a wild card and wouldn’t hesitate to betray them the first chance he got. She also occasionally hacked his files, but she had a feeling Sinister had a secret stash somewhere. He was too smart to keep it all in one place. It was a constant cat and mouse game and she was determined to stay a step ahead of him.

But while Sinister always made her suspicious, Hank McCoy was an unknown. As far as she could tell, he was an intelligent young man trapped in the body of an ape-man. And he admired Sinister of all people. Ever since he arrived, he looked up to him as if he were a father figure of sort. That always bothered Sage and Xavier for that matter. Hank was a sincere man of science by all accounts, but the more time he spent around Sinister the greater the chance he’ll become more like him. And one Sinister was bad enough. She may have to keep a special eye on him. If nothing else he may be more careless than Sinister and give her a trump card should Sinister try anything.

She brought up some more camera feeds, turning instead to certain rooms of the manor. In one of the major offices Warren and Xavier were conducting a meeting over a video phone line with a figure from the recently acquired Pierce Robotics. The figure didn’t look too happy and Warren was doing most of the talking. He looked confident in that tailor made business suit he had fitted with openings for his wings. He was carrying himself like a veteran man of business. It was amazing to see him like this after how bitter he was when he arrived. Back then the last thing he wanted to do was get into the business world, but now it seemed he changed his mind. That fancy private education he grew up with finally came in handy and with Xavier’s guidance he was becoming quite a force. Even his parents were amazed and she heard they were letting him play a more active role in Worthington Industries. Sage was glad to see he catching on so fast, but there were times she noticed a distinct darkness in his eyes. It was like something took hold of him the first day he was here and Selene ravaged him. She worried if that might lead to problems down the road because Selene had a way of leaving her mark on people.

On another monitor she saw pawns doing more menial tasks. Kurt was sequestered in the archives again reading up on those books Selene gave him. Sage didn’t know what to make of the boy since she hadn’t had the chance to get know him that well. He was always pouring over books, taking strongly to the Hellfire Club’s mystic arts legacy. While it was nice he found a niche for himself, it didn’t sit well that he was getting extra lessons from Selene. She heard Mystique and Xavier talking about it once. Mystique didn’t want her son taking after that woman in any possible sense. Sage could hardly blame her, but Kurt’s curiosity trumped that ominous feeling the Black Queen gave everybody she was around. Xavier told her to keep an eye on him and report to him any dramatic changes. So far she just saw a curious young man, but in this organization that could change very quickly.

And Kurt wasn’t the only one taking extra lessons in mysticism. Wanda was in one of the training chambers practicing her hex powers. She was wearing a black ceremonial robe and chanting phrases in unknown languages. She didn’t sound quite as eloquent as Selene when she did it, but she was still learning. Those hex powers of hers were really coming on strong and Selene even mentioned how they may add to her mystical potential. While nobody was opposed to having an extra mystic in the Inner Circle, Sage thought she was learning a little too much from Selene. She followed her even more than Kurt and was intent on developing her power. Sage watched as she formed mystical flames and a few simple shapes. It wasn’t half bad for someone still learning the basics, but she clearly wanted more. Sage couldn’t help but notice how some of that desire resembled Magneto’s desire to carry out his dream and with Selene as encouragement that was potentially dangerous.

At least Wanda had her brother to keep her in check. However, Sage came to see that Pietro didn’t quite share the drive as some of the others. On one of the monitors overlooking the spa, she saw Pietro and Rogue having sex on one of the massage tables. The speedster had her pinned down, the whole of his body weight pressing against her as he hammered into her like a jackhammer. His appetite for good times came to define his persona. She noticed how he showed two sides. One side was the serious, mission oriented side. The other was the wild, decadent side. And he could go from one to the other almost as fast as he could run. It was similar to the way she turned off her emotions. But she didn’t think Pietro’s mind worked like a machine. She got to know him a little better when she slept with him once. She found out he liked to talk and he spoke pretty highly of his life here at the Hellfire Club. He liked the life he was building here and he did take his roles seriously, just not as seriously as he could have. But motivation issues aside, he was one person Sage didn’t worry about. He was a strong young man looking to move out of his father’s shadow and was well on his way.

For Rogue, who was underneath the speedster and crying out in ecstasy, Sage was a bit more concerned. Like Pietro, she developed a taste for Hellfire decadence. She suspected it was because of not being able to touch for so long and how it made her appreciate intimacy more. She already slept with the male pawns at least a dozen times and went through the Hellfire guards in record time. It helped her do her job pretty well and she already developed quite a reputation at the club. At first Sage thought she was like Emma in the way she took hold of her desires. But once she started talking to her she found that she was nothing like that bitch. She was actually cared about people and enjoyed good times. Sage couldn’t help but admire that rebellious attitude of hers. If only she could have had that during some of the difficult times in her life.

Sage switched off the monitor, letting Rogue and Pietro hump in peace, and turned to Piotr, who was working out in one of the weight rooms. And for once, Sage let herself smile. Piotr Rasputin was another one of the pawns she got along with well and respected a great deal. It wasn’t just that she slept with him his first day at the mansion. It was also his tough, poised demeanor that was so intimidating to those he came across. He was a man not afraid to show off his strength. She suspected his time in the Russian mob gave him an appreciation for the value of showing strength. He spent more time in the weight room than anybody else in the Inner Circle and it showed in those muscles of his. But when he wasn’t intimidating people, he was a gentle giant for the most part. And she liked that. It perfectly reflected the ideal Hellfire persona. He embraced the good and the bad in his life and balanced them out perfectly.

Last but not least on her little survey was the person she despised and feared most. Selene was in her chamber meditating, hovering a few feet off the floor and glowing in an ominous purple halo. She did this regularly to exercise her vast mystical powers. It was one of the few times she was docile. But even then Sage stared bitterly at her. Of all the unsavory people she came across in her life, and she came across a lot during her tenure with SHELD, Selene was by far the worst. Unlike everybody else in the Hellfire Club that embraced some sense of good along with the darkness, Selene only seemed to embrace darkness. There was not a touch of compassion, love, or good in her soul. And yet she was the Black Queen, wielding power equal to Charles Xavier’s. Sage long believed that Selene would one day turn on all of them. Xavier believed it too, but was willing to tolerate her because as menacing as she was he needed her to solidify his power. But to Sage, it was a deal with the devil. She didn’t disagree with Xavier on much, but when it came to Selene there was no getting around it. She was evil as evil could be and she swore that one day it would come to haunt them all.

Sighing to herself, Sage turned off her surveillance monitors and returned to more pressing matters. Xavier recently tasked her with watching over the Kingpin operation involving Remy Lebeau and Ororo Munroe. He placed a high level of importance on this matter, not just because it involved a major deal with Norman Osborn, but also because it could potentially lead to a new ally. She too was skeptical about the Cajun thief, but he still deserved a chance. That’s why she called in a favor.

“Oh honey? Daddy’s home!” came an obnoxious voice from outside her door.

“Come in, Wade. It’s opened,” groaned Sage.

Her doors burst open and Wade Wilson, also known as Deadpool, entered. He was in his usual outfit with his assortment of guns and katanas. But when he approached Sage he removed his mask to shoot her a winning look.

“God I missed you. Did you do something with your hair? Let me guess, you paid ten grand just to get it curled and the stylist gave you a happy ending to cap it off.”

“Enough with the dirty jokes, Deadpool. I asked you here because I need a favor.”

“Does this favor involve blowing stuff up, killing people, or swapping some love fluids? Because I can do all three…at the same time if you need me to!”

“Not quite,” said Sage, still not cracking a smile, “The Inner Circle is currently working on a major mission. It involves going up against the Kingpin.”

The merc with a mouth was suddenly intrigued. As much a jokester he was, he took his job seriously and the Kingpin was serious by any definition.

“Ooh, the Kingpin? You sure it’s not gonna involve blowing stuff up and killing people? Because that’s usually what the fat cat usually brings.”

“We’re hoping to keep that to a minimum,” said Sage as she got up from her desk with a file in hand, “But you won’t be the one carrying out the main mission. This favor I’m asking you is primarily support.”

“Support? Aw why don’t you just up and say you want me to baby-sit? Because if I want to loom over poopy diapers and whining little brats I’ll go pay a visit to this hobo I saw in the Bronx wearing a clown suit holding a sign that said…”

“Wade…are you going to hear me out or not?” said Sage sternly, cutting him off before he could go any further.

“Fine,” he sighed, “You’re no fun. Who wouldn’t want to hear about a hobo clown?”

Most people would have been half mad by now listening to Deadpool’s incessant rambling. But Sage’s ability to turn off her emotions really came in handy here. It allowed her to stay in control while this mentally unstable man went on about this or that. It was still annoying, but she endured it.

“I can’t go into the exact details of the mission, but you know as well as I do that the Kingpin won’t make it easy for us. He’ll have every kind of trap and failsafe imaginable in that base of his. And as confident we are in Storm and our new recruit, Remy, we need someone to play a supporting role behind the scenes.”

“Let me guess, that someone is me?” smirked Wade, “Aww, I’m blushing!”

“Think of it as being a spectator,” said Sage, “You’re going to act as our eyes and ears for our two master thieves and should the need arise, you’ll be there to lend your support.”

“Can do!” he said with a thumbs up and a playful grin, “Sounds like an afternoon at Fenway without the hotdogs and beer! I never liked the Kingpin anyways. The son-of-a-bitch always tried to screw honest mercs like me over. He’s a monster I tells ya!”

“Well he won’t be screwing too many people over when we get through with him. You can be sure of that.”

“That’s why I love working for you people! You pay your bills on time AND you know how to have fun! Speaking of which, what kind of compensation can I expect?”

Sage handed him a sealed envelope. Since this was just a support job, they weren’t going to pay his normal rate. But it was still generous compared to what Xavier paid other mercenaries. Deadpool knew this and looked satisfied.

“You’ll get more should you be required to perform additional services,” she told him.

“You got yourself a deal, babe,” grinned Wade, “So when do I start?”

“As soon as Storm and Remy put together their plan, which should be very soon,” said Sage, “Until then, stay in touch so you know when to move.”

“Damn that could be a while. What ever shall I do to pass the time?”

His darkened eyes, which were marked by the mental instability that so defined him, drifted down Sage’s body. She looked so hot in that Hellfire uniform of hers. Unlike the other girls, she had a sense of elegance to her. She wore nicely toned stockings along with a much more professional looking corset and thong if there were such a thing. She also wore a cape that went well with the whole outfit. It wasn’t excessively S&M like that psycho bitch, Selene, but it was still very sexy.

Sage sensed his lustful eye. As crazy as Deadpool was, he was still a man with desires and that healing factor of his gave him quite an appetite so to speak. She knew because he had actually slept with this man before. Despite that crazy look in his eyes, Wade Wilson was still an attractive man. She was surprised to see how handsome he looked after Xavier healed the scars over his body. But that quirky personality of his lingered and he was not ashamed to show it.

“I know what you’re thinking, Wade,” warned Sage, “And my eyes are up here.”

“They are? I never would have guessed. But come on, can you blame me? That piece of clothe you girls call uniforms are hot! You can’t expect a guy like me to come here and not get a little excited.”

“Well keep it to yourself. There are plenty of willing women lofting about and I have work to do.”

Sage turned back to her desk, but Deadpool acrobatically leapt over her head, doing a half twist in the process, and landed right in front of her.

“Eh, I can hook up with those girls any day. And besides, it looks like you could use a break.”

Sage just stared as he leered at her with a lecherous grin. As obnoxious as he was, there may be some truth to his words. She had been at it for hours on end and even though she was used to it, she needed to break every now and then to keep her sanity. She never got that chance while she was working for SHIELD and Xavier told her many times that she should turn her emotions on more often and embrace the simple things, namely sex.

“So what do you say? Up for a quicky?” he smirked.

Sage remained emotionless. Then to Deadpool’s surprise she grinned, the first real expression he saw from her since he walked in.

“You have fifteen minutes. Make it good.”

“Fifteen minutes?! Come on, I can go longer than that! Just ask this drunk chick I nailed last weekend in Tijuana!”

“That’s all I have time for. Take it or leave it,” said Sage as she undid her cape and unzipped her corset.

Watching her undress, Wade shrugged. If she didn’t want the full benefits of a man with a healing factor, that was her loss. She was still a hot girl with plenty of brains to back up that ass of hers. She could take his mindless quips and had a nice sassy side. That’s why he loved doing business with her. She was one of the few people he couldn’t drive crazy. He may not be able to make her laugh, but he could still make her moan.

“You drive a hard bargain, babe. I’ll take it!”

“Then shut up and come here.”

After slipping out of her cape and corset, Sage casually slid off her panties. The lecherous look in Deadpool’s eyes intensified as he pulled down his pants and set his katanas and guns aside. He watched as Sage leaned over the desk, her hot ass begging for his attention. She still had her heels and stockings on, but that made her all the more erotic. It was like a scene from a cheap porno movie where the psycho bangs the hot secretary on the desk. And he didn’t mind playing the role of the psycho as long as Sage showed off those assets of hers.

“Yeah! That’s a nice ass, baby!” grinned Deadpool as he gave her a little slap.

“The clocks ticking, Wade. Are you going to give me what I want or not?” teased Sage in an authoritative tone.

“Oh yes, Mrs. Sage. Wadey’s a good boy! Here, I’ll prove it!”

Deadpool bent over and hungrily assaulted her pussy with his tongue. He dug right in, spreading her lips and probing her insides. Sage gasped at the feeling. His wild tongue swirled about in her hot depths, getting her blood flowing in all the right ways. It didn’t take long for her to get nice and wet. Part of the benefit of being able to turn on her emotions like a computer meant she could more turn on her sex drive. Wade sure did his part helped. His nickname “merc with a mouth” was well-deserved here.

Feeling her growing wetness, Wade grunted and licked up her moist heat. While he probed her depths, he used his talented hands to rub her clit. Soon it was nice and swollen, indicating she was fully aroused. She wasn’t moaning loudly, but she was never that expressive anyways. Her body said what she held back and that wasn’t a bad thing. Some of the other pawns he slept with were too loud anyways.

Once he got her going, the merc rose up and guided his now erect cock towards her folds. Since she only gave him fifteen minutes he didn’t tease her or anything. He just grabbed her hips and thrust his cock up inside her. She let out a deep moan while he let out a sharp grunt. Sage was so hot and tight and his big cock stretched her insides just right. He soon began hammering into her, slamming his pelvis against her butt as she grasped the sides of her desk.

“Uh-uh-uh-yeah-fuck-shit-fuck-fuck-damn-mama mia-Daisy Duke!” grunted Deadpool in a maniacal tone.

“Uh-uh-uh-that’s it Wade-uh-uh-that’s it!” moaned Sage, rocking her body back against his.

He did her nice and hard, messing up some of the stuff on her desk in the process. But it was worth it. Wade pounded into her until she had a nice orgasm. She closed her eyes and threw her head back as she moaned in delight at the hot sensations coursing through her body. But Deadpool didn’t slow down. He just kept hammering away, lost in a maddened state of lust. But he knew she could take it. She was a tough girl and he liked tough girls.

Still up for more, they parted briefly so Sage could turn around. Wade grasped her by the hips and lifted her onto the desk. She then spread her legs and arched them around his waist, drawing him back in so he could resume his humping. He had a seething look on his face as he fucked her, one not completely mad but definitely twisted by the moment. It was so opposite to what Sage was used to it was kind of thrilling. She even found herself smiling as she held onto his arms, arching her back each time he slammed into her. She couldn’t always match his speed, but that didn’t make it feel any less good.

They kept going at it, Deadpool using his superhuman endurance to go the distance. He easily lost track of time, but Sage eventually reminded him. As much as she enjoyed a good hump, she still had a job to do.

“Uh-uh-oh-oh I’m cumming again-uh-I’m cumming again-uh-one more time!” cried Sage.

“One more! Fuck-you got it!” grunted Deadpool, pushing for the final release.

He would have liked to go longer, but she was the hot chick who was nice enough to let him bang her over her desk so she was in charge. He jerked his hips back and forth, really thrusting deeply into her. His dick thrashed about in her tight folds, surrounded by the blissful warmth. He was not the kind of guy who could focus well, but he could keep the good times coming so to speak and kept working it nice and hard until she got hers first.

Then he felt her inner muscles tighten over his member. Sage leaned back on her arms and cried out in ecstasy as she had her second orgasm. Deadpool kept humping, really loving the extra tightness until he climaxed as well. When he felt it he let out a mixture of moaning and laughing, an unusual way to express ecstasy but then again he was an unusual guy.

“Fourteen minutes and fifty two seconds…not bad,” said Sage as she caught her breath.

“Not bad? Lady, I’ve won awards for my performances! I’m even scheduled to appear at the Hoscars! That’s the humping Oscars for short!”

“I’m sure,” said Sage, rolling her eyes.

“Oh well, thanks for the hump, Sage baby! Let me know next time you wanna take another break!” said Deadpool as he pulled up his pants and gathered his things.

“Keep doing you job well and I just might.”

For Deadpool it was a nice romp with a hot girl who could take his mindless ramblings. For Sage it was a simple release to remind her that she could still turn on her emotions every now and then and actually enjoy herself. Since joining the Hellfire Club she learned true value of just letting go and embracing her more human side. She spent years being a walking computer for people like SHIELD, going through her life as a machine. Here, she balanced that with a few basic leisure activities. Sex was just one, but it was by far her favorite. If only Deadpool didn’t say such crazy things during sex he would be the ultimate lover. Unfortunately though, there were some things beyond even the Hellfire Club’s power.

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Up next: Remy and Ororo plan their heist and bonds are tested among the pawns.