The Lucy Night

Mitchell Laurio was drinking alone, as usual. His shift at the prison had finally ended, and per his routine he wasted no time driving straight to Lou's. The beer was cheap, so he could afford a lot of it, and occasionally there would be a hot woman he could ogle, so there was entertainment.

Not that he ever got any action, but anything was better than guarding prisoners all day. He had always hated his job, but it was particularly excruciating now. Ever since they had gotten that fucking mutant, it had gotten even worse. First, they had to build a completely unique cell, just for him. Completely plastic, not a hint of any kind of metal anywhere. That meant, of course, for the guards as well. Not just the typical stuff, like his gun, badge, even down to the metal in his belt, but even his personal stuff, his watch, rings, necklace. Every morning now, before he even started work, he had to go through a goddamn metal detector like he was a criminal himself.

"Why even go through the bother?" he would ask his friends. "They're all just a bunch of goddam freaks, just kill them and be done with it." But no, liberal fucks like that fucking bald professor keep lying and saying they're not all bad. So yeah, getting drunk after a shit day at work was really one of the few things he looked forward to anymore.

Which is why he was even more depressed as usual when he sat down alone to nurse his beer and heard the tv in the corner. The local news was on, and of course it was all about mutants, because he hadn't had enough of them for the day. The anchor was saying something about a protest, he didn't even care if it was pro-mutant or anti-mutant. He bit his tongue, hoping they would just shut up soon and move on to sports, or even the fucking weather, but when some so-called scientist came on talking bullshit about mutants being people too, he just couldn't stand it anymore.

"Turn that shit off, Lou!" He demanded from his table. It was more a cry from a broken man than an angry shout, but Lou just shrugged his shoulders and switched off the television. His beer was almost gone, and for once he didn't feel like staying for another. Then something unexpected happened.

"A lot on your mind?" Came a sexy, feminine voice. He turned around to the bar to see the source, and saw the sexiest woman he'd ever seen turn to face him. She was had a perfect figure, her short, wavy blond hair was styled to go off to the side, and her face could only be described as divine. She was wearing a leather jacket over a very short, tight blue dress that showed off her long, slender legs. Mitchell needed to look at her full, gorgeous lips only for a second to know what he wanted to put inside them.

"Mr....Laurio?" She asked casually, straining to see his name tag on his costume. "I'm Grace." She gave him a smile that made his mouth go dry. Although women who looked like this were usually well out of his league, she was giving him looks that showed him her thoughts were just as dirty as his.

Mitchell took a big swig from his mug, finishing his beer. Without another word she stood up, carrying two full mugs of beer. She walked around to the empty seat across from him, and as she walked past his eyes went down to her firm, round ass. She sat down and crossed her left leg over her right, letting it rub against his leg.

"Want another beer?" She asked, but Mitchell was too busy fucking her in his mind to answer. "Of course you do," she said knowingly, as if she knew what he was thinking. She pushed one of the mugs in front of him, and he took it in his hand and took a large gulp.

"I couldn't help but notice you've been sitting here alone the whole time," Grace said as she slowly and gently slid her foot up and down his leg. "I thought you'd might like some company."

Mitchell gulped, not sure if he was dreaming or not. "Uh, yeah, of course." He finally managed to stumble out. "I can't believe a sexy woman like you isn't here with anyone already though."

Grace blushed and giggled slightly. "Aren't you sweet! Truth be told I was waiting for someone, but they stood me up." She gave a small, mocking pity face, and then put her hand over his. "But I'm so glad I bumped into you. I was starting to feel a little lonely."

Mitchell took another quick mouthful of beer, and felt his confidence starting to come back. "Well, I'd hate to leave a pretty little thing like you feeling lonely." he said, moving his hand down to slide along her smooth, long leg.

She gave him a mischievous smile and leaned in close. "Can I tell you something, Mr. Laurio?" She half-whispered playfully. When she had leaned in Mitchell had glanced down the top of her dress, and almost drooled at the sight of her breasts.

"Uh...yeah, anything." He said quickly, hoping she hadn't noticed.

"I've always had a thing for guys in uniforms." She said softly into his ear, then leaned back in her seat. Mitchell silently thanked god that he came here straight from work, and had to take another swill of his beer.

"Well, sexy," he said happily, "My place isn't too far away." He stood up to grab his coat from the back of his chair, but was surprised when she stood up and stopped him.

"I can't wait that long, lover," she said as she put her arms around him and pulled him close. "I have to have you

now.

" She took his hand and placed it under her dress, and Mitchell felt her warm, soft pussy, and realized she wasn't wearing any panties. "Doesn't this place have a bathroom we can go to?" She asked softly into his ear, and started rubbing his growing cock over his pants.

Mitchell chuckled nervously for a moment. "Babe, you don't wanna go in there, it's filthy." He started to kick himself for a moment, thinking that she would change her mind about the whole thing.

He was surprised when she just smiled and said, "Good, cause I'm gonna do filthy things to you." Mitchell felt his mouth go completely dry and just nodded and started to lead her to the bathroom by the hand. He was afraid to let her go, there was still some part of him thinking this was too good to be true, but he hadn't felt this hard in a long time, and he didn't want it to go to waste.

"Hold on, handsome," she said, and he turned to see that she was holding his half-finished beer in his hand. "Don't forget your drink."

"Don't worry, babe, my mouth is gonna be too busy doing other things." Mitchell replied, waving it off. For a split second he thought he saw a look of panic in her face, but it was quickly replaced by her sultry, seductive stare.

"Relax, lover," she said soothingly. "I'll have my fun first, you'll have plenty of time to finish it. Then we can get your mouth to work." She winked at him suggestively, then moved past him towards the bathroom. He took the mug from her hand as she passed, then took another short chug from it before he followed her in.

As soon as the door closed behind them, she was all over him. He had almost dropped his beer he had been so surprised, but wasted no time in trying to return her gusto. Her lips were against his in no time, and he could feel her tongue sliding in his mouth. He kissed back, hard and rubbed his free hand along her round ass, giving her cheek a good squeeze. She used one hand to against his head to keep their mouths together, and used her other one to feel his growing dick over his pants.

It was a fairly large bathroom, with a decent open space between a row of three or four stalls and the corresponding sinks. Still kissing him ferociously, she directed his body with her hands to the stalls, slamming him against against a semi-closed door as her hands explored his body. She gave his mouth a rest and started kissing and biting at his neck.

"You're really aggressive!" Mitchell said, in equal parts joy and shock. He had never been with anyone this eager to fuck him, and certainly not the bathroom of some dive bar. Grace only chuckled and teased his mouth with her tongue.

"I sure am." She said as she reached around him to push open the door behind them. Mitchell felt the door give way as she pushed him inside.

"I've never hooked up with a girl like you before," Mitchell said between deep breaths as she quickly took flung off her leather jacket. Mitchell could see her full figure now, and he grew even weaker in the knees. She had a perfect hourglass shape, and her tight dress emphasized it.

"I know," she chuckled before giving him another passionate kiss, then pressed him down onto the close toilet seat. He didn't resist at all, but let her push him down. He looked around at the stained walls, and he couldn't help but smell the putrid air of piss and shit that permeated the stall.

"It's kinda dirty in here, don't you think?" Mitchell said. The beer must have gotten to his head, he was having trouble thinking straight, and he hoped he could still convince her to go to his place.

Grace knelt down on her knees, and looked up at his with her deep blue eyes. "That's the idea" was all she said as her hands traveled down his chest to his pants. She ripped open the front, the cheap velcro material opened easily, and Mitchell's hard cock sprang up, finally freed from its increasingly tight space, and with its release he forgot any notion of moving an inch from where he sat.

Grace seem slightly surprised at how easily the pants tore open, and stared at his erect cock in wonder. "Velcro?" She asked to one, coming back to herself. "Nice!" And with that she put her face down next to his long cock, letting it rub gently against her face and she seemed to breathe in its aroma.

"I have to admit, I wasn't expecting such a lovely cock when I spotted you in the bar..." Grace said, cooing over his long member as she continued to tease and play with it. She gave it a long, slow lick from the base to the tip, and warm sensation sent shocks of pleasure throughout Mitchell's body. He looked down to see her smiling at him, seemingly enjoying teasing him.

"You know, I've been told that it tastes even better than it looks." Mitchell said suggestively, and brushed her blonde hair behind her ears. He could feel her hot breath on his cock, her mouth so tantalizingly close. He took another swallow of beer, and as he gulped it down, he felt her hands wrap around the base, squeezing gently, and only slight tugging up and down.

"Well, I guess I better see for myself.: Grace said as her mouth enveloped the head. Mitchell's body nearly spasmed at the sensation. At first, only the tip was in her mouth, and her tongue played around with it, flicking it just below the head. With a deep breath she slowly slid her mouth further down, until his whole rod was in her mouth.

The sucking sensation was incredible, and as her head bobbed up and down, the slurping sounds along with the warmth of her mouth and tongue made Mitchell grow even harder.

"Oh, fuck yeah," he said, grabbing the back of her head with his free hand and guiding her head up and down. "You're the dirtiest slut I've ever met." Mitchell felt as if he were dreaming, between the amazing head and the effects of the beer, everything seemed almost like it was going in slow motion. Every sound and feeling felt intense, and he didn't want it to end.

He felt her salving dripping down his legs, and he looked down to enjoy the view. Grace pulled her head back for a moment to take another breath, and as she did he saw down her dress, and the sight of her large breasts gave him an idea. He reached around to her back and fumbled at the zipper at the top of her dress. He must have getting fairly drunk at that point, because even though it wasn't a particularly small handle he had trouble grabbing it and pulling it down.

Thankfully, Grace seemed to know his intentions, and reached back herself to unzip it. She pulled the dress down, letting her breasts bounce out. It was Mitchell's turn to stare in amazement, they were perfect. Completely natural, not too small but not too large to distract from the rest of her toned body, with nice pink aureolas. The nipples were nice and hard already, and without even thinking about it he grabbed one, squeezing it slightly and played with the nipple.

Grace giggled, and gently moved his hand away. He watched as she slowly let a long string of saliva drip out of her mouth, onto her chest between her tits, and she pushed them together a couple of times to spread it around.

"Want to fuck these titties, Mitchell? Want to know how your cock feels between a couple of real jugs?" She said aggressively. Without even waiting for an answer she slid his glistening cock between her breasts, pushing them together so it was snugged in tight. She lifted her body up and down, letting it slide on her chest. Every time the tip of it appeared above her cleavage, she bent her neck down to try and lick it, usually with success.

"Jesus," Mitchell panted. He could feel his heart beating in his chest. He tried to thrust up and down to enhance the feeling of being between her tits, but his movements were becoming too clumsy, and he resigned to simply letting her do the work. "I fucking...such a filthy whore...wanna fuck you every day." Was all he could mumble out. The tiny stall they were in was starting to whirl around him, and his thoughts were becoming more jumbled.

Grace laughed as he tried talking. "Well, you haven't fucked me yet," she said, letting go of her breasts she stood up. "But we can fix that now." She pulled the bottom of her dress up, exposing her shaved pussy.

Mitchell tried his best to focus on it, to savor its magnificence, but his vision was blurry. As she climbed on top of him and let his cock enter her wet cunt, he tried to hide his inebriation. "I'll...I'll fuck that c-cunt...'til you s-scream," he said, unaware of how slurred it came out.

If Grace noticed, though, she hid it well. She gave a low moan as he initially penetrated her, his cock sliding deep into her hole. As soon as it was fully inside her, she began going up and down on it, slowly and gently at first. As soon as she was wet enough however, she sped up, going faster and faster.

Mitchell had to bite his lip from moaning too loud, her pussy was perfectly tight around his cock. Every time she went up it almost had a sucking sensation, almost as good as her mouth. After a minute Grace was bouncing up and down on him, and he could her her ass clapping against his thighs every time she came down. The stall was a complete blur to him now, except for Grace, and every time one of her tits bounced in his face his tried to kiss it and fit it in his mouth, usually without success.

"That feel good, you fucking security guard?" Grace asked forcefully as she went up and down. "You like fucking this blonde's wet pink cunt? Is that what you like?"

At this point Mitchell could barely form words, all of his blood seemed to be concentrated in his cock. He could only give a strain nod, trying to fight the climax growing in his groin.

"I think...gonna...c-cum!" He finally managed. Grace rode him harder, her cunt going up and down, pulling and sucking at his cock, until finally he burst inside her. The release had been growing so strongly, and came on so suddenly, that the initial shock of pleasure froze his body. It must have been strong enough for Grace to feel inside her, because as he shot his seed inside of her, she yelled "That's right! Cum inside this filthy whore! Fucking give it to me!"

To Mitchell is seemed to be the longest orgasm of his life, and as it finally subsided he took a deep breath in. Grace climbed off of him, and gesturing to the mug of beer still in his hand, said "Whew! Better finish your drink, lover boy, I don't want to leave you with too dry." Mitchell smirked, and raising the mug as in a toast, replied "Bottoms up!" He lifted the mug to his mouth and drained the last remaining mouthfuls of beer.

"I certainly hope so," She said as the last few drops went down his throat. As the sedative Mystique had put in the bottom of his drink finally took full effect, she saw his eyes roll back as his body went limp.

She wiped some sweat from her forehead as she stood up, letting her body transform back into its natural blue self. Reaching down into her purse, she pulled out the large syringe, full of a thick metallic substance.

"Well," she said to herself, "I suppose that's one way to get your pants off." She quickly lifted Mitchell over, injecting the fluid into the fatty tissue of his glutes. She hadn't expected things to go quite that far with him, but she had to admit, it was fun. Once the syringe was empty she threw it in the trash and morphed into a rather nondescript man, so as not to arouse suspicion when she left the bathroom.

Mitchell would awake in an hour or so with a massive headache, but no other apparent damage, and when he went into work tomorrow, Magneto would take care of the rest. She looked forward to telling her mentor how carefully she had plotted his escape, but taking one last look at the stall behind her as she left, she thought maybe she better leave some of the finer details out.