** Earlier that day **
Ororo stood in the hallway just outside of the salon and felt lost. It was a strange feeling for the normally self-assured leader of the X-Men, but that was how she felt. She blinked her eyes, now graced with extra-long, heavily-mascaraed lashes and continued to stand there. The chocolate-skinned beauty’s body hummed with arousal thanks to the tainted salon products Brie had just used on her, and the subliminals she had been subjected to truly had an effect on her mind.
The mutant woman known as Storm may have stood there the rest of the day lost in confusion, when she heard a friendly voice calling her name.
“Ororo! Ororo! Is that you?” the friendly voice called again.
The voice cut through the fog that was her mind, and for a moment, Storm gazed at the approaching couple vacantly for a few moments. The man was tan, middle-aged and very handsome. The woman had black hair,olive skin and the looks and body of a runway model. Finally, something in Ororo’s mind clicked and her entire body seemed to snap to. Batting her thick eyelashes rapidly, the African woman’s makeup-caked face lit up in a look of realization and she beamed a wide smile at the approaching couple. She had met them at the champagne toast when she and Kitty had first arrived just a day prior. How could she forget Robert and Patricia, her and Kitty’s new friends? Ororo giggled to herself for being so silly.
“Good morning, Robert,” Ororo murmured, looking directly at the man with her pretty blue eyes. Her head then turned slowly to his lovely wife and she said cheerfully, “Hello, Patricia. Don’t you look lovely this morning.”
“Look who’s talking!!” Patricia exclaimed, her eyes locked on Storm’s newly-regrown white hair, “Just look at you! A whole BLISS makeover at this hour of the day! You must’ve gotten up awfully early. You look absolutely gorgeous! Robert, tell Ororo she looks absolutely gorgeous. And that hair! The girls at Salon La Bliss are absolute miracle workers!”
“BLISS made me pretty!” Ororo purred. She was soaking up the praise she was receiving for her new appearance and it was making her more and more horny.
“Robert!” Patricia snapped playfully at her grinning husband, “You never told dear, sweet Ororo how absolutely gorgeous she looks.”
“Dear, sweet Ororo, you look absolutely gorgeous,” Robert complimented, then turned to his wife and said, “Are you happy?”
“Only if you meant it,” Patricia said, taking Ororo by the arm. Both statuesque women began walking together with Patricia leading the conversation, “We were heading to one of the ship’s high-end boutiques. I’d simply love for you to join us, Ororo.”
“High-end?” Ororo asked, glancing over to Robert. She was worried that she wouldn't have enough money in her account to pay for such lavishness.
“Don’t you worry a hair on pretty little head, Ororo,” Robert smiled, “It’ll be my treat. Let no one ever say that Robert Vail wasn’t generous to his friends!”
For a moment, Ororo didn’t like the idea of Robert spending money on her, and she wanted desperately to refuse his generous offer, but the words just wouldn’t come! This should have worried Ororo, but instead, she became lost in Patricia’s inane banter and she allowed herself to be led away by the friendly couple.
A wide smile took hold of Ororo’s heavily made-up face, and she was elated the someone had come along and made the decision of what to do for her.