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The X-Mansion was now a training facility for the Hellfire Club. Some were being trained as heirs to the Inner Circle, some as soldiers, some as whores and strippers....
Rogue was a "black rook," one of the Hellfire Club's top legbreakers. It was fun. Nothing Rogue liked better than fucking shit up... unless it was just fucking shit....
Her communicator buzzed. Looked like the White Queen wanted to see her in her office.
Rogue flexed her thick muscles and lumbered off. Might as well see what her royal highness wanted.
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Siouxsie's phone rang.
"Hello?" she said after pulling the cum-coated cell from her snatch. "Oh, Ms. Kitten! How NICE to hear you, DARLING! Oh, a party? Of course, I can provide you!"
The White Lady licked her lips. The Kitten, that obese, decadent crime princess, was one of her best customers. Kitten's parties were so wild, they put Caligula to shame. Yes, the only person who bought more shit from her was that lovely Emma Frost and her
"So, what special guests will you be inviting, Kitty, dear?" Siouxsie asked, hoping that she would be a guest as well as a provider.
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Emma Frost tapped her desk with her long lacquered nails and took a puff of her cigarette. Once again, that daughter of her was causing problems.
Emma loved the girl, but sometimes she could be... oh, so frustrating!
"Fuck, I need some snow," she growled and reached for the phone.
"What is it now?" Emma yelled.
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