(Disclaimer: This story is a work of fantasy; names and places are products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. X-Men and related characters are property of Marvel.)
Rose Byrne: XXX-Men - Blonde On Brunette
She is a woman unlike any other.
For weeks afterward I couldn't hear
her voice without creaming my little
panties. If I had worn any, that is.
- Rose Byrne on January Jones
The club was vintage but the music was modern, making the half-naked Australian want to dance as she made her way through the smoke-filled room. It was dark and warm, and even in her panties and bra she was glistening by the time she made it to the other side.
"Excuse you," January Jones said, the blonde dabbing at the wet spot on her full-body white jumpsuit. "Watch where you're going, you silly girl. You might hurt someone."
"Oh god," Rose Byrne gasped, putting a hand to her mouth. "I'm so sorry! Here, let me help."
She grabbed a napkin off a passing waitress's tray and began wiping January's heaving breasts, the American's attire designed to show off assets the smaller Rose could only dream of. January studied her while she worked, close enough to kiss her if she so desired.
"I don't recognize you. Are you a dancer?"
Rose swallowed nervously. Her character Moira had stripped down to her underwear in order to sneak into the Hellfire Club and follow an American general she suspected was selling secrets to the communists; if she didn't want to get thrown out, or worse, then she was going to have to fool this stern but very beautiful woman.
"A working girl, actually. I'm here for the General."
January narrowed her icy blue eyes. She was only a couple of years older than Rose but easily just as lovely, the Australian counting herself lucky that the production had managed to get her back as Emma Frost for the porn version of First Class.
"Nobody told me the General was expecting company. Which means you're either stupid or lying." She grabbed Rose by the wrist. "I have a feeling it's both."
"Please," Rose groaned, falling to her knees. "You're hurting me."
"I'll do more than that if you don't start talking."
Rose nodded quickly, her brown eyes starting to water. "Okay okay, I lied. I'm sorry. I just wanted to sneak a quick drink. I didn't mean anything by it."
January sighed. "So you were stealing and assumed I would look the other way if I thought you were polishing the General's cock?"
Rose nodded so hard wisps of hair fell in her eyes. "Don't fire me, please. I need the money." She innocently licked her lips. "Let me make it up to you."
"And how do you plan on doing that? You don't seem to have any pockets, and as cute as that underwear is I don't think it would fit me very well."
"Maybe I could do something for you. Make you feel real good."
January's gorgeous face softened. "You know how to eat pussy, honey?"
Rose shrugged. "I've been around."
January thought about it a moment, then reached down and undid the large belt around her slender waist. She stepped back and leaned against the bar, motioning to Rose with a shake of her head.
The Australian licked her lips, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach while she slid the blonde's zipper down and released her big beautiful breasts, the golden mounds and pink nipples making her mouth water so much she was almost drooling. She had never really considered herself bisexual but there was no denying it now, her panties already soaked and her pussy just aching to rub against the American's.
January slipped out of her jumpsuit, rolling it over her wide hips and down her long legs. She'd had a baby only a few weeks before, but her body was already back in pristine shape, one of the best Rose had ever seen, the brunette pressing her cheek against January's smooth pubic mound and inhaling her musky scent while she pushed the jumpsuit around her slender ankles.
"Come on," January breathed, running her fingers through Rose's silken brown hair. "Show me what you've got."
She pulled Rose's face against her amazing body, holding her there until the Australian took over and began kissing and licking her creamy folds. She moaned loudly, smacking her lips while she stared into Rose's eyes like an old lover. There had always been something between them--even before they both decided to become celebrity pornstars--and as Rose nuzzled the blonde's vagina she suddenly felt like a young woman in Balmain again, lying in the backseat of her drama teacher's car while he took her virginity.
A crowd began to form in the bar area, surrounding the women in a loose circle. Several women commented on Rose's technique, some suggesting she was a slut for eating pussy the way she did, but they all agreed that she was doing a very good job, munching away like a true lady of the night.
"Mmm, you like that pussy, baby? You like the way it tastes?" January grinned, swiping golden locks away from her piercing eyes. "Yeah, of course you do. A hardcore slut like that."
She leaned against the bar, looking so beautiful and busty while she took Rose's mouth. Her fair skin glistened in the dim light, the sweat and smell of her sweet cunt making the brunette want to cry out in joy. This was what life was supposed to be like, this was the kind of woman she was supposed to be pleasuring, not those nasty Sydney skanks her ex-fiancΓ© was always bringing into her bed. Miss January Jones was an angel, a goddess, and Rose looked forward to having her again and again in the future.
The blonde frowned and tilted her head, somehow perceiving what Rose was thinking. She gave her one of those adorably arrogant smiles, licking her lips before running her fingers through the brunette's silken hair.
"Careful now, honey. I'll just break your heart."