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"Well, this is unexpected," Emma smirked as they looked up at the sign that proudly proclaimed the club to be "Club X - unleash your inner freak." The X looked a lot like the X-Men's symbol. "You sure this was where the good Professor's warning came from."
"Yes," Jean said, not quite sure why she had brought Emma. Storm, Cyclops, and Wolverine were - along with the Professor - probably the people she was closest to in the world, but Emma... she shouldn't stand her. Still, her abilities could prove useful.
"What sort of place is this?" Cyclops asked.
"It's an alternative nightclub, dear," Emma said. "For people to cut loose and have some fun. Looks like it caters in particular to the gay and lesbian scene."
The five X-men were all dressed in street clothes.
"Should we--" Scott began.
"Don't tell me you're intimidated by the decor," Emma said as she sauntered towards the door. "Come on, let's see what we can find."
* * *
"What now, sister deah?" Petra asked.
"Well, Thor's the one big ol' 'Venger who could be a mess o' trouble," Wanda said. "And ah really should figure out what happened tah dear ol' Mammy."
She ran long elegant red nails over Vision and Simon's bulging groins.
"But now that ah gots me such a powerful pair o' boys, i's gonna relax a spell," Wanda said and she got to her feet. "Ah'm gonna go into mah boudoir with these two fine gen'lemen. Yo' others, keep yo'self busy for a few minutes."
She snapped her fingers and her two well-dressed slaves followed her to the door.
Then Wanda glanced back. "Petra, you wanna come wit' me, dear boi?"
"Ooooo, yes, Wanda!" Petra squealed, and he hurried after his sister.
* * *
Big Mama waved to the exhausted rednecks as she stuffed the wad of bills into her purse and sauntered out of the hut.
"Dat's de problem wit' white boys," she sighed. "Dey wanna pound Mama's ham, but dey can't keep up."
She looked down at her purse.
"Wooo-wee! Mama gots plenty a' moolah! Sam gonna be so pleased!"
She giggled. Sam Wilson, or "Falcon" as some folks called him (on account of the red falcon he kept with him), was the sweetest, most romantic guy she knew. He'd squeeze her fat and call her his "big beautiful black butterball," he'd give her all sorts of presents
like patriotic pumps and gold jewellery and good ol' cocaine, he'd beat-up any lowlifes that were mean to him. He was the best pimp a black ho ever had!
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