Meanwhile, on board the BLISS Pleasure Cruise, Max and Claire Bronson were both gazing down at the scene below them from the security of the one-way mirrored glass. Not that the new and improved Georgina Bronson, heiress to the Bronson family fortune, could be bothered to even look up at the glass at that moment. She was far more focused on the Hispanic man entering the room. He had rippling muscles, handsome features, shoulder-length black hair, a closely-shaved beard, and wore a red speedo that visibly contained a huge, meaty cock. He, like the new Georgina, looked like he was literally built for sex and his leering gaze never left the girl's limpid and docile expression.
Claire, for her part, continued to sip her champagne and watch things play out. She had seen the always too-smart-for-her-own-good Georgina interact with men at social engagements she had thrown with her husband's money. How she had gone out of her way to introduce Georgina to all the right sort of men a girl that was raised with the wealth, privilege and influence associated with the Bronson name should end up with. It had been an olive branch to become friendly with her new husband's only daughter, she had told herself. It was the least she could do, but deep down the gold-digger knew that it was really to just get the little brat married off and out of her life forever.
The middle-aged socialite cringed to herself as she downed her glass and held the champagne flute up so Holli could fill her up yet again. The surge of alcohol fueling her bitter recollections of how Georgina had rewarded her previous matchmaking attempts. The political science major would always challenge the never-ending stream of twenty-somethings as gold-diggers. From investment bankers to lawyers and any other man Claire deemed worthy to join and thus benefit their family in a real life version of Game of Thrones, the liberal-minded girl would dismiss them without a care for the social consequences. With each humiliated suitor sent away like yesterday's garbage, the embarrassment of Claire Bronson mounted, and she simply wouldn't stand for it anymore!
Now, as Claire watched Georgina struggle to fend off this handsome, muscled stranger's advances, Mrs. Bronson, even in her partially-inebriated state, reveled in her victory as Georgina became lost trying to listen to the man through his heavy accent. Every time it looked like the changed girl was going to open her freshly collegian-enhanced lips and fire back in her trademarked, obnoxious, know-it-all manner, something held her back. It was as if the words would just leave her mind the moment she tried to find them. It was truly a sight to behold, Claire chuckled through another sip of her drink.
It was then that Claire noticed something delightful happen behind her step-daughter's dulled eyes, outlined in whorish eyeliner and pink eyeshadow. For a fleeting moment, Georgina's extra-long long eyelashes fluttered and her body shuddered as her glossed-mouth quivered in quiet ecstasy. Curious, Claire looked to Max inquisitively to ask what had come over her problem step-child, but found the question wanting. Taking another sip, she turned back to the tense scene before her that had enraptured her attention so. The sweet soothing music washing away her curiosity about what was happening to Georgina, but not her fascination.
"Keep watching, Madame," the Frenchman commanded and the once-brash Claire Bronson did as she was told. Her breathing had picked up, breasts and nipples hardening as if responding to Max's assertive tone, and a raw, sexual heat began to flow over her middle-aged body.
The low moan that escaped Claire Bronson's mouth when Georgina smiled brightly at the man, before tossing her hair and thrusting her huge breasts forward, actually caught the middle-aged woman by surprise. Watching Georgina step forward on sky-high heels and run the tip of her tongue over her soft-pink lips, the 'evil' step-mother found herself mimicking her step-daughter's every move. The Hispanic stud instantly responded to Georgina's new open and inviting behavior, resting his hands on her hips and Claire found herself feeling jealous, although she wasn't all that sure of whom. The highly-sexualized pair were now standing incredibly close to one another. Claire's formerly stuck-up, staunch feminist step-daughter looked up into the man's eyes with awe-filled devotion in her glassy, round eyes, as she ran her hand, with the finely manicured, long, french-tipped nails, playfully over his rock hard chest.
Swallowing her champagne in one spluttering gulp, Mrs. Bronson felt her heart skip a beat as the cocky stud leaned in and whispered hotly in Georgina's ear, all the while his hand brazenly reached up and groped one of the young woman's now-huge, soft breasts. Instead of slapping the man hard, as she would have surely done before, Georgina simply smiled wider and cooed softly at the apparently welcomed attention to her newly-transformed body. As she stared at the man molesting her troublesome ward, Claire felt an ache in both her chest and her hand.
She wanted to be touched like that. She wanted to touch Georgina like that.
Max observed Claire Bronson closely through the entire spectacle. Noticing the woman was standing on very unsteady feet, he took her hand and led the wealthy gold digger over to an adjacent couch. Her view of the horny couple through the mirror was never obstructed, so she offered little resistance and sat compliantly on the soft seat. The Frenchman looked on approvingly at her heaving, swelling chest, with her ragged breathing, and the perspiration that had formed on her forehead. It was a far departure from the expertly made-up snob of a woman that had first set foot on his luxury liner. Fittingly, she was becoming little more than a bitch in heat.
Claire Bronson, in her right mind, would have never allowed the suave European to unbutton her silk blouse as he did now, but Max knew she was far from her right mind in this moment. Once he was finished freeing the woman's impressive chest from the confines of the pricey garment, as well as her restrictive bra, Max slipped his hand around her bare breasts and began to cup and knead her sensitive mounds. Mrs. Bronson moaned at the welcome attention, happy to finally feel the pleasure her step-daughter was feeling. That pleasure was all too obvious from the passion Georgina was putting into kissing her Hispanic hunk. Claire leaned her body forward, wanting desperately to be part of that deep kiss as well, to feel Georgina's tongue battle her own. She let out a wanton moan of debauched desire at the very thought. Through blurry, half-lidded eyes Claire could see the man reach between Georgina's fleshy thighs and easily inserted two fingers into the young woman's well-lubricated, bald sex and she quivered hotly at all that was happening. It was only Max's groping touch that kept her from lurching forward and ramming her chest against the cold glass just to try and get closer to her gorgeous, artificially-slutty looking daughter and the stud of a man about to fuck her.
Suddenly, there were two chimes that came from Max's electronic tablet, almost breaking the moment, but another squeeze of Claire's tit kept her eyes on the pair through the glass. Fishing the device out of his pocket with one hand, his other busy with Mrs. Bronson richly deserved degradation to a mere horny bitch, Max examined the screen and smiled.
The first message was that the Sentinels that he had requested had touched down and were now battling the X-Men on the Xavier School for Gifted Youngster's front lawn. It was the distraction Ms. Monroe would need to leave the mansion without being stopped or questioned. It had cost him a fortune to rent such a force of mutant-hunting robots, but he was confident he could replace the money lost and then some when Georgina Bronson signed over her inheritance to Claire Bronson, who would, of course, give it all to him on the untimely event of her husband's death. His lips curled in a triumphant smile at a long, whiney moan from Claire below him and he made a mental note to send Trask a few bottles of fine champagne as thanks for delivering the Sentinels on time.
He then shifted his attention to the second of the two messages. It was a confirmation of a second guest under Storm's account. It appeared that Ms. Monroe had ensnared another guest for the BLISS Pleasure Cruise in Kitty Pryde. He was glad Storm was going to have a friend on board, and couldn't wait to pamper them the same way he had pampered Georgina Bronson. After all they deserved it. Speaking of deserving, putting away the tablet, Max regarded Mrs. Bronson before he bent down and whispered into her ear, "Look at little Georgina down there. She looks so happy and gorgeous in her new self, no? Looks like she's enjoying herself, too."
"Oh yes, Max," Claire gasped hotly.
"She has been through all the pampering, truly everything the BLISS Pleasure Cruise has to offer a lucky girl like that. You can have all of it, too, Claire. You can be given everything your precious daughter has been given. All you have to do is say the words. Tell Max you want it all. Everything the BLISS Pleasure Cruise can do for you. Then you and Georgina will finally be happy together. Truly mother and daughter. Always in BLISS," Max tempted, still groping and massaging Claire Bronson's heaving breasts.
The middle-aged woman was far too lost in her full sensory overload she was experiencing, whether it was the subliminal-laced music, the champagne, her delightfully whorish daughter below her and her Latin lover, as well as Max's skilled hands. She had long forgotten that the reason she had Georgina perverted in the first place was to make the formerly oh-so-smart girl a simpleton that would sign over her share of her husband's inheritance once he passed away. Now, she only lusted after the shapely bimboslut Georgina had become, and the idea of joining the object of her lust in an equally whorish form appealed to the once-greedy, snobbish woman.
She never heard the sound of a zipper descending or saw Max fish out his large member from his tight pants.
"Yes, Max," Claire moaned wantonly, "I want...it...all. Be in...BLISS! To be...in BLISS with HER...always!"
"Then, Mademoiselle Bronson," Max said, making his way around the couch until he was directly in front of the woman with his hardening cock in his hand, "A bonus payment will be required I'm afraid. It's only fair, wouldn't you agree?"