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Summary: After Onslaught things change drastically
as Rogue leaves to make a new life.
The penthouse suite was like any other. Large, airy, beautiful,
expensive. Remy Lebeau could care less about the decor. All
that he could focus on was the woman sitting on the lounge
waiting for him. The woman he had not seen in a year and a
half. The woman whose valuable time he had paid for.
A YEAR AND A HALF AGO
"Chere, You can't mean it!" Gambit said, as stunned
as the rest of the team.
"Remy is right, Rogue." Scott said. "With
the defeat of Onslaught at the cost of the Fantastic Four
and the Avengers, the world needs as many heroes as it can
"You don't understand, I'm finally free. For the first
time in my life I am going to take control of my life. First
Mystique tried to mold me into a terrorist and then Xavior
tried to mold me into a hero. Well, enough is enough sugar.
With those words Rogue walked out on the X-Men.
"Hello, Rogue." She looked wonderful. A carefully
tailored blue business suit accentuated her exquisite figure
instead of hiding it. As Remy looked into her eyes he could
not remember ever seeing what he found there. Peace. Rogue
had finally found her niche in life. As a high-priced prostitute.
"Mary. My real name is Mary DeGiles. I just picked Rogue
because Mary sounded so boring." A simple explanation
for a topic that had been debated on and off for years by
the other X-Men.
She didn't blush or look away as she said this. The deception
was something she had come to terms with.
"Hello Mary." Such a nice name Remy thought. And
its virginal connotations suited her perfectly.
"Well, Mr. Lebeau, shall it be business or pleasure?"
Mary asked as she stood up and walked over to him.
Remy remembered the first time he caught a whiff of her whereabouts.
A MONTH AGO
"I'm telling ya this broad was unfuckingbelievable.
I mean I've had broads from all over the world but this one
was incredible, ya know?" Not waiting for a response,
'Larry the Louse' went on describing his perfect score the
"I mean exotic shit ain't nothin new. There ain't nothin
that hasn't been done before, ya know? But there was just
something about this dame."
Remy didn't really want to hear about Larry's sex life. However,
Larry had important contacts to people in the mutant underground,
and it was Remy's job as Jean's lieutenant to keep those lines
of communication open, no matter how distasteful the job became.
"So what was so great about this fem, eh?" Remy
tried to seem interested.
"The whole time she never touched me and I never laid
a finger on her."
This was not what he had been expecting. However, having
met Larry in a strip joint, he had a fairly good idea what
would come next.
"So she did the dance of the seven veils for you?"
"Nah, nothing cheap like that. See, she works for Mandy's,
and you know she only has the best."
That was true. Mandy's was one of the premier services on
the East Coast. Every woman who worked there was a specialist
in some way. When you paid for Mandy's Ladies you got the
best, money back guaranteed.
"So what did this heavenly vision do?" Almost against
his will he was starting to get interested.
"She went to bed." Now Larry was smiling. It wasn't
often he got to catch Remy Lebeau flat footed.
Remy had read the Kama Sutra and was a man of the world,
so he had thought he had heard it all. Apparently he hadn't.
"Well, Larry, don't keep me in suspense, what happened?"
Remy was more than just playing around now. He really wanted
"Well, like, I went to Mandy's and asked for something
unusual. I don't mean that kinky whips and chains shit. You
know me, I'm a pacifist. Something weird but that wouldn't
offend your grandmother, ya know?"
No, as a matter of fact he didn't. Something sexual that
wouldn't offend his grandmother. It was inconceivable. Obviously
he would have to expand his horizons. Larry the Louse teaching
him about the ways of the world. These were strange days indeed.
"With you, chere, it's always a pleasure." Remy
at his smoothest could charm the angels into a bit of naughtiness.
Mary just smiled and sat back down. "So, how are things
at the mansion? The X-Men have been out of the news lately."
"We're not at the mansion anymore. When Bastion and
his Operation Zero Tolerance goons struck they destroyed the
mansion and with the Prof. still locked up we didn't have
the heart to rebuild."
"Then Scott had a nervous breakdown."
Mary was clearly stunned at the terrible news. "Good
Lawd, sugah -- Is he all right?" For a moment her accent
slipped and that Southern drawl crept out.
"Oui, but he abdicated control of the X-Men to Jean.
He a lot happier now. He actually smiles once in a while.
I guess with the Professor in prison, the mansion in shambles,
and OZT planting a bomb in his stomach he just had enough.
After the bomb was defused we all started to clean up the
mansion and he found a pair of Jubilee's roller blades. He
just started crying and wouldn't stop. Hank had to sedate
him and when he woke up he was a changed man. He abdicated
and then became totally unresponsive.
"You know Jean, nothing keeps her down for long. She
started snapping out orders like a drill sergeant. She temporarily
put Wolverine in charge of the teams and made me responsible
for supplies, including finding new headquarters. Then she
up and left with Scott and we didn't hear from her for three
months. Seems she got him into a hospital and patched up again.
The job wasn't quite done, but when they returned, as long
as he wasn't in command he was in control and fairly happy.
"Jean changed things a lot. Bobby and Warren are now
in charge of the finances. Jean talks to the politicians and
oversees the X-Men. I help with the underworld connections.
The Professor used to do all of that himself. That is partially
what drove him over the edge. Jean isn't about to let herself
get burned out like that. She's even roped Ororo into playing
Mary had to laugh at that image. "I've been wondering
why DC has been having such lousy weather lately."
They shared a chuckle knowing that Storm's idea of politics
was to ask nicely after she had thrown thunderbolts at you.
"Scott is back to leading the Blue team while Storm
still leads the Gold. Wolverine is overall team leader and
disciplinarian but he still defers to Jean to smooth over
all our egos, something Scott never could get a handle on."
"Yeah, I remember she used to do that anyway. I'm glad
she is finally coming into her own."
Mary truly was happy for Jean. Although Jean would never
admit, it she had a lot in common with Mystique. Both were
strong women who know how to lead through adversities. Managing
a coalition of touchy egos required a great deal of ruthlessness
and conversely a gentile touch. Where she was different than
Mary's stepmother was how she handled downtime. Mystique never
could figure out how to reign in her team.
"Have you come into your own, Mary?"
A MONTH AGO
"Well, Larry, do you know the ground rules?" Mary
"Yeah, they told me. I wasn't supposed to try and touch
you no matter what.
"That's right, you can just watch for now."
"So what are you going to do?" Larry the Louse
was short, fat, and balding. Nothing grotesque, but nothing
to sigh over either. He didn't always have to pay for the
attentions of a woman, but sometimes he liked to treat himself
to a taste of the good life. Or what he thought the good life
is supposed to be.
"Well, Larry, I've had a busy day. I'm going to go to
bed, and you get to watch."
"Huh? What's so great about that?"
"Well sugar, you're just going to have to trust me.
Money back guarantee, remember?"
So Larry just shrugs his shoulders and went with the flow,
not knowing what to expect.
What he glimpsed was a world few men get to see, even married
ones. A woman preparing for bed. Let's face it, how many men
follow a woman around and watched all of the steps she goes
through to get ready for bed? How many women are prepared
to be stared at as they do this? Not many.
It came to Larry, as she prepared the bedroom humming to
herself, that what he was witnessing was her vulnerability.
She was inviting him to watch as she transformed herself from
an object of beauty to a women, or more importantly, a person.
Totally unselfconsciously she went about her tasks. Mary
went to her dresser and took off her pearl earrings. She put
those and her watch into a small jewelry box.
The box may have looked like an ordinary jewelry box but
it wasn't. It was wood laminated over quarter-inch thick titanium
walls. It was strong enough to be used as a blunt object in
case of emergencies. That was what the clerk told her as he
tried to sell it to her anyway. With her invulnerability and
strength she didn't need it as a weapon, but it appealed to
her none the less.
Next, she took off her shoes and stockings as she sat on
her bed. When she finished taking off as much as she was going
to out in the bedroom, she turned down the covers of her four
poster bed, put a black negligee on the bed and picked up
a big white fluffy bath robe.
Larry then followed her into the bathroom and watched as
she took off her make up. Then she spoke to him. She acknowledged
his presence and didn't begrudge him his intrusion into her
This was nothing like a peep show. There was nothing dirty
going on, yet it was a type of voyeurism. A consensual one.
She asked him general small talk type questions and seemed
to be interested in his answers. He almost didn't notice when
she turned on the shower and started to undress.
When he sort of trailed off Mary looked him in the eye as
she spoke. "Keep talking, I'm listening."
Larry looked a little nervous, not quite knowing if he should
watch or not.
"You can look, Larry. It doesn't bother me. God gave
me this beautiful body so that men could admire it. It took
me a while to understand that there is nothing wrong with
being very attractive to the opposite sex."
As she said that she stepped into the now steaming shower.
A wet and naked Mary casually soaping herself down was truly
an AWEsome sight.
The glass for the shower was clear so that Larry could see
her distinctly. Mary could also see him. She could see that
she was causing him a great deal of distress because he didn't
know what to do with his arousal.
Mary opened the shower door a little and poked her head out
"Larry? Its okay. You can relieve the hydraulic pressure."
Larry just blinked not knowing if he heard her correctly.
"Whip out that bad boy and introduce him to 'mother
thumb and her four daughters'." Mary said to Larry with
a knowing grin.
Now Larry was getting a bit embarrassed.
Mary stepped out of the shower and walked dripping wet up
to him. Putting he hands on her hips she said.
"Larry, you don't want to disappoint me, do you?"
Larry just shook his head violently.
"Then believe me when I say that I don't mind if you
masturbate in front of me. It's why we're here and it is a
She reached into the counter under the sink and handed him
a red silk handkerchief and turned back to enter the shower.
That view of her perfect ass bobbing and swaying as it receded
from him was just to much for Larry. He barely got himself
out of his pants and sheathed in the silk before his orgasm
Spent, Larry just slid to the floor with his dick in his
hand totally stunned by what happened.
She wasn't revolted. She didn't hold him in contempt for
acting on his bodily urges. She was...flattered? Who was this
woman? No, this Goddess?
After she was done washing her body and hair she began stroking
herself. Not for his benefit but for her own. It was the most
deeply erotic moment in Larry's life.
Caressing and squeezing and teasing herself as the water
ran across her flushed skin.
She opened her eyes and looked Larry right in the eye as
she inserted two fingers in her feminine folds.
Larry was suddenly diamond hard again. As she moved her hand
so did he in an unconscious synchronicity.
"Thank you, Larry" was all that she said. It was
enough to send him over the edge again.
As he lay there gasping for air he saw her work towards her
When it came it was without theatrics. No thrashing around,
no screaming or moaning. Just a body quietly shuddering and
the most beautiful smile Larry knew he would ever see.
After a minute or two more under a cool spray Mary stepped
out of the shower and put a towel around her wet hair.
"Larry, you can get up now," Mary said gently as
she got another towel and started to dry herself.
Larry rearranged himself before getting back up. He wasn't
sure what to do with the 'used' handkerchief, but as he looked
her in the eye she smiled and pointed to the wastebasket.
He nodded and threw it away without disturbing her.
Nothing was said as she blowdried her hair, but when she
opened the door so that she could paint her toenails she asked
him to talk about himself.
So Larry felt very comfortable and safe telling this strange
woman his hopes and dreams.
She laughed as he blew on her toes.
Soon she was done and putting in a lacy black teddy before
getting in bed.
"Goodnight, Larry," she said before turning out
the bedside lamp.
Larry was momentarily at a loss but finally took the hint
that the show was over and quietly left the room and then
the apartment. As he left the building he knew two things.
The first was that she was absolutely worth the money he paid.
The second was that he was privileged to behold a thing of
true beauty for once and probably the only time in his life.
A MONTH AGO
"Dat be quite a story, Larry." Remy said slowly.
What Larry described and what he didn't created an intriguing
tale. One that just might be told to his grandmother.
"Yeah, she sure was beautiful. Weird hair though."
Remy just raised his eyebrow in invitation.
"Yeah, she had this big white stripe down her auburn
A YEAR AND A HALF AGO
Rogue walked back to her room and started packing when Remy
"Rogue, what is going on in your mind?" Remy was
very confused. On the one hand he knew that the X-Men needed
her now more than ever. On the other though he could tell
that something very drastic recently happened to shake the
foundations of what they believed. Something malignant.
"Why can't I touch, Remy? How come I bitched and moaned
and angsted and cried myself to sleep, but I never tried to
do anything to save myself? Why didn't I experiment on some
of Hank's lab mice? They would have worked just fine and I
wouldn't have had to absorb anyone's mind. Why didn't Hank
think of this? It's what he does."
Remy's mind was spinning.
"I'll tell you why. Because Professor Charles Xavior
wanted to keep me here, helpless, needy and dependent on him
to give me validity.
"Remy, the Professor was messing with all of our minds.
Why did it take Frost being in Bobby's mind before he really
stretched his powers to the limit? Why hasn't Beast linked
with Jean to use her TK to perform the surgery needed to fix
Scott? With Domino or Franklin Richards on hand their success
is guaranteed. Whether it was intentional or not doesn't matter.
I can't stay here. I have to find myself."
"But he's gone Rogue. He can't hurt you." Remy
walked up behind her and put his hand on her shoulder. "What
"There is no us, Remy. I love you, but the trust just
It always came back to that. She didn't trust him. After
all they had been through. Remy was at his breaking point
so he lashed out. Intending to hurt her as she was hurting
"You want to talk about trust, Rogue? You want to know
my deepest secrets? You want me to confess my past to the
rest of the X-Men? You want me to tell them my most secret
shame? The thing that wakes me up in a cold sweat in the middle
of the night? Fine Rogue. I'll play your game. I'll tell all
just as soon as you tell me your name. Your name Rogue, it's
no big thing but you cling to it tighter than I do my shame.
What do you know about trust? Without trust there can be no
real chance for love. Like the song says. 'What kind of love
are you on?'"
As Rogue turned around to face Remy there was nothing but
sadness in her eyes.
"Oh, Remy, I've always trusted you. I know all those
deep dark secrets and I still trust you. You are not the same
person that did those horrible things. I could never fall
in love with that man. All I wanted was for you to learn to
"The lack of trust I was talking about was my own. I
never trusted in myself enough to give you my name. I would
gladly give you my life or my body but my name was just too
personal. I'm sorry, Remy, but I have to leave. I have to
learn to love myself."
There was of course nothing Remy could say to that. Wasn't
he doing the same thing after he left the Thieves Guild?
"Bonne chance, mon sumblime Coquin (Godspeed, my beautiful
Rogue)," Remy said as he turned away, unable to watch
her fly out of the window and out of his life.
Continued in Chapter
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