Lonewind Valley, Arizona- Middle of May

Scott sat in the old wooden chair tipped back on its back legs leaning against the outside wall of the local prison. He couldn’t stand sitting inside there all day, the office was stuffy and the prisoners were rowdy.

With a sigh Scott tilted his hat down just a little further to block the sun from his closing eyes. Just as he was about to nod off he heard the door hinges squeak and boots fall on the wooden deck. With two steps they stopped and he knew instantly who it was. Only one person in the world could make their presence known so strongly by just standing there.

"Summers you sleepin on the job again?"

"What in the hell you gonna do about it deputy?"

"Nothin"

"That’s what I thought"

"I just figured that the marshal should keep both eyes open at all times"

With a grunt Scott Summers disregard his deputy’s opinion. Serves him right though… never hire a woman to do a man’s job… even if that woman is Emma Frost.

"Why don’t you go check on the prisoner Frost"

"That’s all I’ve been doin the last few hours boss… I figured you could take a shift whilst I go get myself a drink"

"That aint why you don’t want to watch no more"

"And just what in hell does that mean Summers?" The woman said as she pulled the hat off his head

"Nothing… just that I know you have other reasons for wanting to visit that saloon"

"Well no offence marshal but you don’t do it for me… at least not anymore" She replied as she tossed the hat back on his head and stepped down onto the dirt road.

"You look good Frost… He’s a lucky man" Scott called after her only to receive an obscene gesture from the rapidly vanishing woman in too-tight jeans.

"Dammit, why in the hell did I ever let that woman outta my life?" He mumbled to himself before he tipped the hat down again and began to nod off.

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She watched as the tall, thin woman entered the saloon. For the last six months it was always the same, at 11 am, when the boss was on his break she’d show up. Emma Frost. She liked the woman and all but she just thought it wasn’t fair that she got into the deputy slot instead of her. What was it that Emma had that she didn’t? Oh wait that’s right…Emma use to fuck the marshal. Rogue realized then why she was just the bartender, and not the deputy. She couldn’t lower herself to the level of sleeping with Summers just to get a job. As the woman approached the bar Rogue put on her best smile and turned her attention towards the woman.

"Morning Emma"

"Morning Rogue. Where’s Logan?"

"He’s out back smokin his cigar as always… I’m sure he’s waitin for ya to show up there sugah" her sweet southern accent always seemed to fall through every word she ever spoke.

As Emma rounded the corner of the saloon’s interior exiting through the employee’s door, a sudden ruckus was overpowering the normal amount of shouting in the saloon. Remy Lebeau had been caught cheating… again.

"That’s it you damned thief! I am very much done with gambling against you!" Bobby Drake shouted as he threw his cards down on the table.

"Mon Deiu Bobby… What did Remy do?" The man said throwing his hands into the air.

"You cheated you bastard!" Bobby said as he pushed his chair back so hard it fell over with a very loud thud. Rogue picking up on the possibility of a fight in the saloon set down the glass she was drying and sauntered over to the fighting men.

"Now what in tarnation is going on over here boys?" Said a sugary sweet Rogue.

The two men stopped fighting almost immediately as they both set eyes on a very attractive sight.

Rogue was not only wearing a dress, but a very tight one at that. A beautiful dark green satin dress with an off the shoulder neckline and a corseted top, with full flowing skirt that accentuated each and every curve that she had… and then some. With her soft brown hair falling in curls about her neck with one single white streak that seemed to frame her perfect face, the look was complete and she knew it.

"Why miss, you’re looking mighty fine tonight" Bobby spouted as poetically as any actor could. He was after all the local star of the stage, not counting one Miss Jean Grey.

"Now Mr. Drake ya wouldn’t be hittin on lil ole me would ya now?"

"Well I just might" Bobby said as he took a step closer to her.

"That wouldn’t be a very smart idea now Mr. Drake"

"And just why not?" Bobby said as he went nose to nose with her, he wasn’t expecting what came next. Rogue simply smiled and put her hands on his shoulders making like she was leaning in to kiss him, but when her knee came up quickly and made contact with his groin, she smiled wider.

"Cause Ah already have a man," She said as she stepped over the now twitching Bobby Drake to sit in Remy’s lap. "And ah do love him with all mah heart" she said before kissing him passionately.

Bobby writhed on the floor and was only able to utter one simple phrase. "Damn bitch".

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Logan stood in a corner of the stock room right next to the open door so his cigar smoke didn’t linger in the room. He heard footsteps approaching the room and then caught drift of a smell he knew all too well. Emma was the only woman in Lonewind who wore that perfume. As she opened the door and leaned in the doorframe she smiled not able to see him, but the smoke drifting in the air from the corner he was standing in.

"Could smell you a mile away"

"Same here, those things are pretty powerful ya know"

"So am I" he said with a slight chuckle. "Come ‘ere" He said as she stood there smiling at him.

Emma pushed off the doorframe, she never could say no to him, he seemed to have that effect on quiet a few people. As she reached his end of the room he grabbed her around her waist and pinned her up against the wall pressing his lips to hers. After a few moments she pulled her mouth from his taking in deep breaths, he always had that effect on her.

"I have been waiting all morning for Summers to let me take a break… I can’t stand being away from you so long" She moaned as she felt his hands run up her legs seeking out the waistband to her jeans.

"Why can’t ya just wear a dress like a normal girl…" she heard him mumble as he fussed with her belt buckle.

"Cause my ass looks better in tight pants" she breathed out as he got the belt and button undone and she felt his hand begin to stroke her sex. "Oh god Logan…" she gasped as she reached above her head to hold onto the edge of the shelf above them. As she placed her lips to his again, she reluctantly, and with quiet an effort of strength, pulled his hand out of her pants just long enough to kick off her boots.

As he heard her boots launch off her feet and thud on the ground he took the moment to pull her pants off her legs and undo his own pants just enough to let his hard cock spring free of them. With a growl he pinned Emma to the wall holding both her hands above her head with one of his own. As he felt her legs wrap around his waist he thrust into her so hard the wall creaked as she screamed his name.

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As Bobby lay writhing in agony on the ground the creak of a door sounded in the second story and suddenly the giggle of a young girl could be heard emanating from within. The giggle was unmistakably that of Jubilation Lee. Only one girl in the entire brothel ever actually giggled, except it’s youngest person, and that was only when she was with Warren. Despite the fact that he was the mayor, and there was a vast difference in the age, at 16 Jubilee knew she was in love.

Warren Worthington the III sat on the end of the bed holding one of Jubilee’s feet in his hands running a feather over the arch of her foot, the one place he knew she was the most ticklish. He loved her giggle, and with every visit would attack her arches with a feather only to hear her giggle like the girl she was, not the woman she thought she had to be. He felt for her, he knew that much, but it wasn’t love, it was sorrow. She had lost everything at such a young age, her family, her home and her innocence, that the brothel took her in more to protect her from further trauma than to join it.

Jubilee began to squirm on the bed as he attacked her feet with more feathery force than before and she nearly kicked him in the jaw with all her thrashings.

"Stop!" she yelled in her laughing state

"Never…. You’re feet are mine for the tickling!" Warren called back playfully

"Don’t…. make me… kick you… Warren!" she giggled out.

With a sigh warren released her feet and put the feather on the dresser next to the bed.

"Alright… you win. I really should be on my way, it’s getting late and there are affairs of city that need attending to." He said as stood up and picked up his suit jacket pulling it back on his arms.

"When will you come again?" Jubilee asked him.

"Soon… I promise."

"That’s what you said last time, and it took you a month to visit me again" she said as she crossed to him wrapping her arms around his waist holding him as he looked himself over in the mirror.

"I told you, I have been very busy, there are many matters I must deal with that you don’t need know about" he said as he turned and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "Now I really must be off." He whispered as he turned and swept out the door closing it behind him.

With a sigh Jubilee flopped back on the bed her dress pooling around her petite form, surrounding her in sea of tulle ruffles.

"Maybe next time you’ll actually make love to me" she muttered to herself as she closed her eyes and drifted into a nice happy sleep.

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As Warren was finishing his decent of the stairs he cleared his throat to indicate to the barmaid and gambler that it was time to separate from their embrace. It wasn’t until he saw Bobby writhing on the floor that he stopped mid-step with a questioning look.

"What happened to Drake?" He said turning his gaze to the barmaid everyone called Rogue with a raised eyebrow.

"He tried to hit on me"

"And let me guess… Mr. Lebeau here taught him a lesson? Honestly I should have Summers over here hauling you in for that one…"

"It wasn’t moi, Mon ami…" Remy said raising his hands in his own defense.

"But then who…" Suddenly he caught himself as a memory flashed back to him of a stranger figuring the bartender for a brothel member as well, and the damage she did to him.

"Ah told ya he hit on me… but mah heart is already taken, so ah had ta teach him a lesson. Yer not gonna arrest poor lil ol’ me now are ya?"

"Not likely Rogue, but remind me to try to stay on your good side…" he said as he stepped over Bobby heading towards the exit. "Oh by the way… where’s that good for nothing you call boss gone to?" he turned to face Rogue again, but it was Remy who replied.

"’E’s in de back doin’ his-" he was cut short by Rogue putting a to firm grip on his shoulder.

"Inventory, sir" she finished for him.

"Right… well tell him I was here… " Warren said suspecting something was in the wrong around the saloon that no one would inform him of.

"Oui, monsieur, we will let ‘im know you stopped by" Remy said a forced happy smile crossing his face.

"You do that" Warren let trail behind him as the saloon doors swung closed.

Bobby finally able to catch his breath stood up still staggering a bit and glared at the tall southern woman.

"You bitch… you’ll pay for that someday" he squeaked out as he hobbled towards the door.

"Ah’m sure ah will sugah" she replied with a roll of her eyes then went back to kissing Remy.

As Bobby stumbled along his way he didn’t see Logan step in the way of his exit, until he ran into him.

"What the hell?" Bobby said before he saw who it was he ran into

"Drake" Logan said simply staring at the young man. "You threatin’ my staff?" the words seemed to be flowing from the low growl the man emitted. "Cause that would be bad… for you."

"Fuck you" Was all Bobby could come up with as the larger man walked away from him and he staggered out of the saloon.

"Wish Ro were back… " Logan muttered under his breath before shaking off the thought and making his way behind the bar. "Rouge… let the Cajun breathe and get back to work" he grumbled at her before slipping back through the employee door to Emma.

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