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[62] Charles || Professor X

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Part 2 to the strip club imagine

Before you could say anything else, Charles froze. "The guy- the trafficker, he's here!" You quickly got off Charles' lap, fixing your lingerie before stalking out of the booth, scanning the crowd for the man. You recognised him, escorted by a group of three men. Probably trained assassins of some affiliation.

Having to get close to someone using your body wasn't ideal, but it was all you could do right now. Making yourself look good, you walked in front of the man, ensuring to shake your ass a little like Erik had suggested. It must have worked because he nodded to one of the men, who grabbed your arm and made you walk with them towards another private booth.

You passed by Charles, who shot you a concerned look. You pretended not to know him, following after the man and his escort. Once you were inside the booth with them and another man, likely the customer, he ordered you to dance for them while they conducted business. Not one to screw up the mission, you did as he said.

It wasn't easy, but you'd been given some training earlier this afternoon in order to play the part. Through the scarily thin curtains of the booth, you could see Charles and Erik watching you. Charles had the same dazed expression on his face as he watched you dance for the man, and he suddenly leaned forward, placing his index and middle finger against the side of his head, but in a less 'I'm a mutant' kind of way.

Biting your lip, you imagined all the things you'd do to Charles if he was the one in the booth. It was pretty funny to see Charles' go red again, letting his hand fall to rest against his chin, his ring finger distractedly pulling at his lower lip, which you'd imagined biting down on as you made out with him. "Girl." A gruff voice suddenly spoke, making you pause. "Sit with me." They were beginning their transaction.

You played dumb, sitting down on his lap as he grabbed your hips. You could feel his erection pressing against you, which was extremely uncomfortable, but you played along, giggling as he slid his hands down to your thighs. Charles was listening in to the conversation via his abilities, mind reading the man in an attempt to gain the location of the mutant children. It must have appeared sometime during the conversation because you could hear Charles in your mind, urging you to leave.

You got up, but the man pulled you back down onto his lap. Shit. Charles, I can't leave! You began to panic, but you were saved when Erik walked in, grabbing your arm. "Sorry, she's in popular demand right now." The man growled as Erik pulled you away by your waist, ushering you towards Charles. "God, Y/N," As soon as you were close enough, he set his suit jacket over your shoulders again, cupping your face in his hands.

"Are you okay? Did he do anything to you?" You shook your head as you pulled the lapels of his jacket around you, starting to shake from the cold. "Good. Let's get out of here." He kept an arm around your waist all the way out of the strip club, and all the way back to the mansion. In fact, he never let you go, not even once you made it inside the mansion. "You should get out of that get-up, it's getting cold."

Charles spoke, Erik, having left to clean up in his room. You considered doing just that, but there was something you'd much rather do while you still had it on. "Actually, there's something I have to do, first." Charles turned to you, confused, and he made an odd shrieking noise as you pushed him back onto the couch. "Y/N, what are you doing??" You made sure to walk over to the doors, locking them. If there were any kids awake in the mansion, they wouldn't be interrupting.

"Making use of these." You gestured to the lingerie as you walked back over to Charles, thumbing the straps over your shoulders. He was blushing again, but this time he seemed less nervous, and more turned on. "A-Are you sure about this, Y/N?" You carefully stepped over him, before lowering yourself onto his lap, placing your hands on his chest. "Absolutely sure." Leaning in closer to him, you dragged your hands down his chest. "Now, which part do you want me to remove first...?"
Part 3?