Disclaimer: These X characters are the property of Marvel Comics. I make no
profit whatsoever from this. This story contains material of a sexual nature and
is intended for readers aged 18+. This is the second part of the Sin City story.
This one is raunchier, but for continuity purposes, you might like to read part
one first!

Tell me what you think: bombshell_chic@hotmail.com



Sin City

Part Two: The Strip

By Bombshell



It had taken Rogue so long to get everything she needed, she was starting to
wonder if Gambit would still be looking for her, or if he’d given her up as lost
and wander back to find the others. As she stepped into the lobby of the hotel,
she saw him sitting by the elevators, a hangdog expression on his face. He
looked up, surprised to see her

“Chere! I came to find you! Where ‘ave you been?”

“Shopping” she answered testily.

“But you said you had a headache. I though you’d come straight back ‘ere.”

“Shopping makes me feel better” she muttered, pressing the call button for the
elevator. The Cajun stood, and entered the car with her. She stood away from
him, ignoring his presence. When she came to her room, she open the door and he
tried to follow her in. She half closed the door on him, and he stopped, looking
at her sadly. She clenched and unclenched her jaw, then opened the door to admit
him. She headed towards the bathroom, and Gambit sat down in a corner chair. She
cast him an annoyed look as she collected her toiletry bag and headed into the
bathroom with her new purchases.

“I’m gonna’ stay here until you accept my apology” he called after her. Rogue
shut the bathroom door.

She took a long shower, soaking her aching muscles under the hot water, then
scrubbed her hair until it felt clean. She toweled off, then took her time
drying and styling her hair. She looked through her toiletry bag, but couldn’t
find anything she wanted. She opened Jean’s makeup bag, and sorted through it.
Neither women wore much makeup, but Jean had a few things to play with. Rogue
gave her face a light dusting of powder to take the shine off. She lined her
eyes, emphasizing the outer corners. She chose a smoky plum color from an
eye-shadow trio, and swept the color along the edges of her eyelids, blending it
along her lashes. She added mascara to her long eyelashes, and some ruby red
lip-gloss, which made her lips look full and sensual. She wanted the makeup for
effect, and studied herself carefully, making sure she hadn’t overdone it.

Satisfied she began to dress. She sprayed her skin with the lotion the
saleswoman had recommended. Not only did it give her fair skin a hint of
shimmer, it was also peach scented. Rogue loved it. She pulled her new clothes
from the bag, then removed the sales tags. She’d never bought undergarments that
were so outrageously sexy or expensive. The bustier was pale pink satin, the
cups overlaid with incredibly delicate silvery lace. It pushed her large round
breasts together and up, so they nestled atop the fabric, the lace barely
reigning them in, and her nipples scarcely covered.

The panties, what there was of them, matched the bustier. They were the same
pink satin and fine lace, which covered her adequately at the front, but
narrowed into a thong back. It was more comfortable than she thought it would
be. She sat on the vanity as she pulled on the garterless stockings. The
saleswoman had called them ‘stay-ups.’ Rogue hoped the spandex-reinforced lace
atop them would do the trick- having to tug at them constantly would doubtlessly
kill their appeal.

Rogue studied herself in the mirror. She liked the way she looked…. Her skin
looked as silky as the fabric she wore next to it. She pulled the matching slip
from the shopping bag, and slid it over her head. It was more lace than anything
else, with spaghetti straps and a hit of satin in the middle. Delicate
hand-knotted lace covered her breasts, and draped alluringly over the tops of
her trim thighs. It was beautiful; the kind of garment that didn’t need anything
under it; but Rogue wanted layers….

She slipped on her long white satin robe and checked herself one last time in
the mirror. She sighed as she looked at herself. “Well, sugah, give him what he
deserves….”

She slipped out of the bathroom. Gambit looked up at her; a look of curiosity
passing over his face as her took in her made-up appearance. She pulled the robe
tightly around her.

“Petit, are you going out?” He asked.

“No” Rogue murmured. She kept her back to him as she sat on her bed, and fiddled
with the radio built into the bedhead. She tuned it to a modern rock station,
and silently prayed that they would play something she knew… and liked. She
turned slightly to face Gambit. She was silent for a moment, letting him study
her.

“D’ya’ know why I was mad to find you in that strip club?” She asked him.

Gambit nodded, sheepish. “You t’ink Gambit a sexist pig.”

“Well, that’s just a tiny part of it.” She tried to word how she felt.

“Remy, I feel like we’ve had this conversation a million times in different
forms. When I saw the way you looked at that stripper, I got to wondering what
it was about her that appealed to you.”

“Chere, she was just a pretty thing to look at” Gambit tried to explain.

“So now you’re gonna tell me she meant nothin’ to ya” Rogue interjected,
annoyed.

Gambit searched for an answer. He looked away from her.

“So, what was it, then?” she asked quietly. “What made her so sexy to you? Was
it her body? Was it the way she moved and teased you?” Gambit looked back up
into Rogue’s eyes. “Or did you just like touching her?”

Gambits jaw dropped, incredulously. “I did not touch her!” he protested. “I
didn’t lay a finger on her! How could you suggest somethin' like that?” he
raged.

“You touched her when you slipped money into her panties.”

Gambit scoffed, but Rogue continued. “Maybe you liked the idea that you could
just reach out and touch her. You didn’t have to imagine what her skin felt
like. You could’ve been tempted by flesh and taken it as far as you wanted….”

“Chere, why are you doin’ dis to us?” Gambit murmured, more hurt than angry. “I
wouldn’t do dat’ to you. You’re the only woman I want, but I accept dat it can
never happen.”

“Doesn’t it frustrate you?” Rogue pressed him.

“Yes, oh Lord yes” Gambit answered honestly.

“Imagine what it’s like for me, then.” she said dryly. “I can’t touch you
either. Or anyone else, for that matter. So instead I get to sit back and wait
for the day when it gets too much for you, and you give up on us and end up in
the arms of another woman.”

Gambit was silent, staring at her.

“I don’t know what to say, petit. I don’t know what you want me to do”

“Try being me for a while”

Gambit looked at her, confused.

“Try not giving in to temptation, even if it seems to be the only right thing to
do.”

She stood, and walked across the room to him. She stopped in front of him. “Sit
there, and watch. Just watch.”

Gambit opened his mouth to protest, but she silenced him with a look.

“If you want to make up with me, you’ll stay in that chair”
Gambit nodded, fascinated.

She walked back over to the radio, and turned it up. She breathed in, suddenly
nervous. She listened to the music, trying to make herself move in time with it.
She focused on her body; it’s feminine shape, and the sexy lingerie she was
wearing. The thought of turning Gambit on, wondering how he would react, how
aroused she could make him….

Rogue turned to face Gambit. She undid the robe, letting it drape open just a
little. Gambit’s gaze strayed down to her body, surprised. Rogue slipped the
robe off her shoulders, then let it slip onto the floor. She was loosening up,
moving with the music, though her moves made her feel like she was dancing in a
nightclub rather than on a stage in a strip club. Gambit’s mouth dropped open
slightly, as he realized what she was doing.

“Chere, don’t-“ he began to protest. Rogue leaned forward, putting her hands on
the armrests of the chair he was sitting in. “Shut up and enjoy the show, Cajun”
she growled. Gambit gulped nervously and sat back at her command.

She moved away from him, picking up the rhythm of the music again. She ran her
hands up into her hair, pulling it off her shoulder, then letting the silken
strands slip down again. She swayed her hips, eyes half closed. She slid her
hands down her body, cupping her breasts, diving down her flat belly to her
crotch, then out over her thighs and back up again. Gambit shifted nervously in
his seat as her watched her move her hands over her body.

She let her fingers wander down to the hem of the chemise, and she began to draw
the fine fabric up. She gathered it at her waist, rubbing the soft fabric
against her skin, while exposing her panties. She slid the garment up further,
exposing her bodice-clad breasts, then she pulled the slip over her head,
flicking her hair back dramatically. She threw the lingerie at Gambit, who
stroked it with his fingertips as he watched her svelte body. She danced and
swayed sensually, watching the changes in Gambits body language, as he became
increasingly aroused.

Rogue dropped to Gambits feet, and got as close to him as she could. On all
fours in front of him, her breast threatened to spill out of the bodice. Rogue
smiled at the way the Cajun gazed upon her flesh. She took hold of the chairs
armrests again, and pulled herself up. She leaned in, thrusting her bare skin as
close to Gambit’s face as she dared. She wriggled in time to the music, her
breasts jiggling right in front of his face. “How ya holdin’ up, Cajun?” She
murmured to him. Gambit closed his eyes and drew a steadying breath. “You’re so
beautiful, chere.” He whispered. He looked up at her, lust and sadness in his
eyes. “Please stop now. Gambit been punished.”

“I’m just getting started. Stay put” she told him without sympathy. Gambit
dropped his chin, but continued to watch her. She stepped back from him, and
reached back to unhook the bustier. She slowly moved it away, exposing her
breasts. She continued to dance, trying not to be conscious of the way she
jiggled, or how hard her nipples were getting. She ran her hands over her body
again, lingering on her breasts, stroking her fingertips over her nipples. She
was surprised how turned on she felt. Heat was growing between her legs. She
gazed over at Gambit as subtly as she could, and was satisfied to see that he
had his hands folded in his lap, trying to disguise his arousal.

She ran her hands through her hair again, elongating her body and exposing her
neck. She turned away from Gambit, letting him admire her firm ass in its tiny
thong. She let her hair down and hooked her thumbs in the sides of the g-string.
She was almost hesitant to remove it, not sure what she wanted to do once she
was naked in front of him. Gambit shifted uneasily in the chair, extremely
aroused. He groaned and moved his hips forward, his hard cock uncomfortably
restrained by his clothing. Rogue moved towards him, grinding her hips with the
music.

“Dis be de longest strip tease Gambit ever seen” Gambit muttered.

Rogue looked at his crotch. “Looks like you got a problem there, Cajun” She told
him. Gambit closed his eyes, trying to calm himself. “Sorry, chere, but your
attempts to turn me on ‘ave succeeded wonderfully”

“I like it.” Rogue told him. “I’m glad I can do that to you. Get you really hot.
I wish I could do something about it” she lamented.

Gambit looked pained “Don’t worry about it” he said, trying to be casual. “It’ll
settle down after a while”

“But, it looks real serious. Maybe you ought to attend to it” she suggested.

“Dat be a very private t’ing for a man to do to ‘imself, petit” Gambit
explained. Rogue studied him. Gambit began to realize what she was suggesting.
“Non.” He said, shaking his head. “Not in front of you.”

“I want to watch you” she whispered, surprising herself. She couldn’t believe
how this was unfolding. Gambit stared at her in disbelief. Rogue slipped her
hands down to the thong. She was getting wet, and wanted nothing more that to
feel his hands on her. But if he couldn’t have that, at least she could have his
eyes on her. She wriggled out of the thong, leaving the stay-up stockings on.
She knelt before him. She had never ever seen him so tense before.

Very carefully, she reached towards him. She got hold of the zipper on his
pants. Gambit froze. “Careful, chere” he murmured. She slowly unzipped him,
careful not to touch her bare skin to any of his. She wanted to reach in and
touch it. She sat back, relinquishing control to him. “I wanna see it” she
whispered. Gambit was breathing harder. He sighed, and pushed his hips towards
her. Hesitantly, his finished unzipping, and reached into his pants. He pulled
his hard cock out. Rogues jaw dropped slightly at the sight of it. It was huge,
incredibly hard and throbbing slightly. It definitely needed attention.

“Oh, sugah. I’m so sorry.” She whispered. “Does it hurt?”

“Not yet. But it will start to hurt….”

“…If you don’t do something about it” she finished for him. Gambit nodded.

“Take your shirt off” Rogue told him.

“Why?”

“Well, I’m naked. If we’re gonna do this together….”

Gambit still looked nervous and unsure, but he didn’t argue. He reached up and
unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it aside. Then he carefully reached down and
pulled off his boots and pants. Rogue pulled the other chair over, and they sat
naked, facing each other. Rogue studied his strong masculine body.

“Do you wanna watch me?” she asked. Gambit nodded. Rogue let out a long breath,
and settled back into the chair. She leaned her head back, and watched him with
heavily lidded eyes.

“What do you want me to do?” She asked him.

Gambit contemplated her for a moment. “Touch your breasts”
Rogue stroked her fingers over her nipples, keeping her eyes on his face. She
moaned slightly, enjoying the sensation. Gambit was breathing hard just watching
her. “Go on” she urged him. Gambit slid his right hand down to cup his balls. He
gently cradled them, and his gaze slid away from Rogue. “Does that feel good?”
she asked him. Gambit nodded. Rogue arched her back and continued fondling her
breasts. “Touch your cock” she ordered him. Gambit swallowed nervously, then
slid his hand to his shaft.

Rogue licked her lips. She began to move her hands down. She moved her knees
apart and stroked her thighs. She touched her fingertips against the silky wet
flesh between her legs. Gambit stroked his hand down the length of his erection,
and massaged the tip. He began rhythmically moving his hand up and down his
cock, watching Rogue caress her clit. She pushed her fingers inside herself,
moaning lightly with delight; her inhibitions all but evaporated. She watched
Gambits face as he concentrated on pleasuring himself. He couldn’t look her in
the eye. “Gambit, honey, look at me” she whispered. Hesitantly he met her eye.
“Tell me what you’d do right now if you could touch me”

Gambit smiled at her. “I’d give you a little taste of dis” He murmured,
indicating his hard cock.

“Is that all?” she taunted him.

“Non” he said, shaking his head. “I’d come over there, and wrap your legs around
me, then I’d stroke it against you. I’d touch you with my fingertips, make you
wet. Then I’d slip it inside you.”

Rogue’s breath caught in her throat, imagining how it would feel. She pushed her
fingers in time with his rhythm. He rubbed himself harder, groaning as the
pleasure intensified.

“Ah can’t believe we didn’t think to try this before” Rogue said.

Gambit smiled “Gambit be a shy boy, I usually wouldn’t let you see me get so
vulnerable.”

“I love watching you. The look in your eyes while you watch me touch myself.
This is so intimate. I’m happy we found a way to be together.”

“Don’t you dare tell anyone you watch Gambit play wid himself” Gambit murmured,
panting. Rogue grinned wickedly at him. “Or what? How you gonna punish me?”

“Oh, Gambit t'ink of a way, chere” Gambit breathed. He could hardly concentrate
on speaking. He was about to come. He stroked briskly, his eyes closed. Rogue
watched him get closer. Sweat glistened on his naked body, his muscles tense.
Gambit began to moan and whisper something under his breath. His back arched and
he grunted, thrusting his hips forward, his cock throbbing and jerking in his
hand. He grunted loudly, his seed spraying up onto his bare chest and belly. He
panted; leaning forward with his hands on his knees as his orgasm subsided.

Rogue felt the heat of her orgasm spread though her loins. Gambit opened his
eyes and watched as she brought herself to peak. Her fingers were wet with her
juices; her nipples flushed and full. She leaned back in the chair and breathed
hard as her body trembled. Her head rolled back and she gasped and groaned. She
panted, and her body went slack. She rolled her head to the side and looked at
him, a small smile on her face. They watched each other in satisfied silence for
a few moments. Rogue studied Gambit. “You made a little bit of a mess there,
sugah.”

“Comes wid the territory.” He mumbled. Rogue lazily stood and wandered into the
bathroom. She came back out and offered him the tissue box.

“What” the Cajun asked in mock surprise. “You ain’t gonna clean it up for me?”

Rogue gave him a knowing look. “I’ll get down there and do that if you put on my
slip and give me a little song an’ dance.” Rogue taunted him.

Gambit chuckled. “I may let you get away wid seeing me get myself off, but I
ain’t dressing up in girly panties for your viewing pleasure….”

“Damn.” Rogue lamented. “Maybe next time….”

They laughed together.

*		*		*		*		*

Logan had bought his new blonde friend two drinks, and watched as they slowly
started having an effect on her. He was enjoying himself, and was starting to
think of things that he might like to do with her back in his room, when her
boyfriend found them. The man approached them all puffed up and posturing for
trouble, but he took one look at Logan, and all the fight went out of him.

“Just keepin’ the lady company” Logan told the boyfriend. The man glowered at
him, but didn’t dare say a thing. He turned back to his girlfriend and indicated
that it was time to go. She smiled sympathetically at Logan over her shoulder as
she went. Logan sighed.

“Can’t win ‘em all.”


He was horny and restless as he returned to the casino to check up on Jean. She
wasn’t where he’d left her. He wandered around, unable to pick up her scent with
all the smoking and sweaty bodies in the room. But he caught her familiar
fragrance lingering slightly in one of the gambling hall’s small bars. She’d
been there until very recently. He followed it outside quickly before it
dispersed. His senses were keen and stimulated by the hunt he was on now. In the
open air it was nearly impossible to follow. The scents of people mingled with
the dirty city air, greasy food odors and the gritty stench of asphalt warmed by
the hot day’s sun. But hers was a scent so familiar and treasured to him that he
picked it up again, and began to follow it as best he could.

He found himself outside the strip club. There, Jean’s scent had abruptly
vanished. He stood there, puzzling over where she’d gotten to, and why she’d
returned to that area. He looked up and found the bouncer staring at him. It was
the same guy who’d been on the door earlier. The guy was staring at him like he
recognized him and was expecting some kind of trouble. Logan turned to him.

“Hey bub, you see a stunning redhead around here recently. She probably looked
really out of place.”

The bouncer looked at him like he was a little crazy.

“Yeah. One came in here a few minutes ago.”

That didn’t seem right. Jeannie must’ve gone looking for him, expecting him to
be here again.

“She came in with Maryanne, one of the dancers.” The bouncer added. “You better
not be looking to cause trouble with them….”

Logan shook his head. “The redhead’s a friend of mine.”

“Sure she is.” The bouncer said with a tight smile, as Logan glowered at him and
handed him the cover charge.

Logan looked around the club, not seeing Jean anywhere. Her scent was impossible
to detect in the dank atmosphere of the strip joint. It still seemed strange
that Jean would be in here, even if she were looking for him. While he waited
for his teammate to show herself, he took a set at the end of the bar and stole
the occasional glance at the stripper while he continued to case the place. He
wished he’d gotten to see the rest of the performance he’d been watching earlier
that evening. He smiled and shook his head thinking of how that stripper had
Gambit wrapped around her little finger….

*		 * 		* 		*

Jean looked at herself in the mirror and shook her head.

“I don’t know about this, Maryanne” she told her new friend.

“No time to worry, Red. You’re on!” Maryanne told her, giving her a slap on the
ass.

Jean swore quietly as Maryanne took her arm and led her to the side of the
stage. The dancer onstage was finishing her routine, stripped down to her
g-string. Several notes were folded out of the top. That’s when Jean noticed the
men sitting beneath the stage, enjoying an eagle’s eye view of the show. Jean
shuddered at the thought of strange men touching her, putting money in her
panties.

The stripper grabbed her stray clothing and exited to stage.

“Better play it up honey, they’re not a generous bunch tonight” she warned Jean
as she passed her.

“You’re up!” Maryanne told her. “If you get nervous, just close your eyes and
imagine your trying to seduce someone special. Don’t think about being up on
stage. And don’t forget to listen to the music!”

“Gee, thanks!” Jean grumbled, as Maryanne pushed her gently out on to the stage.

“Oh lord, what am I doing up here?” was the last thing Jean thought before the
music started.

*		 * 		* 		*

Logan’s brow furrowed as he listened to the emcee introduce the next dancer.

“All the way from the East Coast, here’s our brand-new sexy redhead, jiggling
Jeannie. Make her feel welcome, boys….”

His jaw dropped and hung open as the redhead came out nervously onto the stage.
Had Jean lost her mind?! He stood, fearing somehow she’d been forced to do this
by some unseen enemy, but he stopped as the music started, and Jean began to
move.

Her movements were a little self-conscious, but she quickly got into it. Her
breasts were barely contained in a leopard-print bikini top that was at least a
size too small. The matching skirt was split provocatively all the way up the
side, and fastened at the waist with a small gold buckle. She went for the skirt
first, slowly, teasingly undoing it, then letting it drop to the floor. She
impressed the men below the stage with her tight ass, then knelt down before
them, giving them a better view of her perky breasts.

Logan couldn’t take her eyes off her. He’d never seen her move her body like
that before. It was like all her inhibitions and modesty had vanished. He took
slow deep breaths as he watched her, not wanting to get too aroused, but he felt
his cock twitch as he looked at her magnificent body.

Jean’s brow furrowed slightly. She continued writhing about on stage, but she
glanced up as she moved, her eyes searching the crowd. Her heart skipped a beat
when she sensed Logan. He was in the crowd, somewhere, watching her, with barely
concealed lust. Panic swept through her. No one was supposed to know she was
doing this! She moved over to the pole, and began writhing against it. Now that
she was standing up, she had a better view. She could see Logan by the bar,
watching her. His amazement was as tangible as his arousal, and Jean began to
feel excited. He’d never tell anyone, she knew, so what did it matter? And he
liked what he saw- so did the other patrons. Jean let the lust wash over her.

She felt so free and sexy. She undid the bikini top, exposing her breasts. Her
nipples were hard from her own arousal, and she ran her hands over them, and up
into her thick hair. She held Logan’s eyes the entire time. She moved back down
onto the stage, and wriggled over to the other men, so they could admire her.
They eagerly tucked money into her g-string, while she looked over their heads
at Logan. A small wicked smile played on his lips as he watched her. His cock
was hard, restrained painfully by his pants, but he tried not to think about it.
Jean’s song ended, and she stood again, grabbing the clothes she’d stripped out
of.

Maryanne was waiting for her.

“You did okay.” Maryanne reassured her. Jean grabbed all the bills from her
panties.

“I made twenty-two bucks.” She said brightly.

“No, your tits made twenty-two bucks. Work on your dancing and movement, and you
could make more….” Maryanne told her with a grin.

Jean chuckled; she retied the bikini top, then pushed the money into Maryanne’s
hand.

“Go buy yourself a drink. I have a fan to go see.” Jean told her mischievously.

Jean sauntered out into the club, noticing the patron’s admiring glances, and
sensing their lust. She moved over to Logan, who was still seated by the bar,
trying to make his hard-on subside. Jean grabbed the arms of his chair and
leaned in over him. He stared at her breasts.

“Want a lapdance?” she whispered.

He grinned dangerously up at her. “You’ve done enough damage for one night,
miss.” He growled, indicating his hard cock. Jean chewed her lip as she stared
at him.

“I was that good, huh?”

“You’re a natural” Logan taunted. Jean’s jaw dropped and she stared at him,
almost offended.

“It’s a turn-on to see a woman being so uninhibited; especially if it’s someone
naturally sexy like you. You’ve got a body that could make a man’s heart stop.
It’s good to see you using it….” Logan whispered.

Jean inched her breasts closer to his face. He cock throbbed at the sight of
her, the scent of her arousal.

“We could go back to the hotel, you could give me a private show….” Logan
suggested, knowing it would never happen, but he lustfully entertained the
thought.

Jean shook her head. “When I walk out of here, I’m back to being Jean Grey,
mutant telepath. This was a one show only deal.”

Logan nodded. “So why’d you do it?”

“I just wanted to see how it would feel to be up there.”

“And?”

“It felt strange. Nerve-wracking, but sexy. I liked being able to control a room
of men using just my body, not my mutant powers.”

“You can control me with your body anytime you like.” Logan murmured, a wicked
grin playing at the corners of his mouth.

Jean pretended to frown at him.

“Be careful what you wish for.” She muttered.

She spun on one heel and tried to move off, but Logan grabbed her by the back of
the panties. She stopped short.

“Here, I almost forget to give you this….” He said, tucking the note into the
waistband of the thong.

Jean laughed quietly as she pulled the money from her panties.

“Seeing as it’s the only tip you’ll let me give you tonight….” Logan told her
wickedly.



The End