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Post by Kappa on Aug 10, 2023 17:48:56 GMT
A petite and dainty brunette, deceivingly youthful, twirls on the pole in a rather enticing yellow lingerie that shows off her milky smooth skin, silky black hair, and big, bouncy boobs.
Off stage, her boss, Emma Frost, a 50 year old blonde, heavy set body wrapped in a blue sweater, her belly rolls on full display as her breasts pop out freckled from the sun.
"Can you believe she's 12 years older than me???" Emma asks her daughter, Celeste, a 27 year old paralegal, as she takes big shot of whiskey, her left hand holding a cigar.
She takes a puff, her sausage fingers nearly bigger than the cigar, a loud cough followed.
"Aunty Lola is 62?" Celeste raises a puzzled brow.
Emma nods.
"It's that damn mutation. Actually, she might even be older! The way that old hag talks, she could easily be older than my grandma!!!" Emma laughs, her gut jiggling in the process.
Celeste nods, followed by a sigh.
"What's the matter, cupcake? This about Esme making fun of that muffin top you've been growing?"
"No!" Celeste starts to blush."
"Your sister is just acting out cause she's pregnant..." Emma taps on her belly. "And she knows what happens to Frost Women when they're pregnant! You should've seen me before I had you kids, I was a real knockout on that stage!!!"
Celeste once again sighs.
"Look... I asked my girlfriend to marry me..."
Emma's eyes widen in surprise.
"The rich girl from that uppity mutant suburban community???"
Celeste nods.
"Wow. Can't believe said she said yes!" Emma smirks.
"Well, she did. And I need you and my sisters to meet her family. Jean Grey, her mom, isn't really like you and I'm just worried--"
"Did you just say Jean Grey???" Emma stops her daughter.
"Yeah?"
"She a redhead in her 50s?"
"Yeah.... What of it?"
Emma gets pale, shocked to hear that Jean Grey of all people was spoken out of her daughter's mouth.
You see, Jean was...
-One of Emma's old regulars back in the day -One of Emma's coworkers back in the day -Emma's ex girlfriend who "went straight" -Something else
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Post by phoenix10 on Aug 11, 2023 12:20:08 GMT
"She used to work with you?!?" Celeste asked incredulously.
Emma nodded. "Yep. Unless there's another redhead named Jean Grey pushing fifty. She worked here when it was called Storms'...we were in our twenties, just dancing to make a buck. We were pretty good friends until..."
Celeste raised a brow. "Until...?"
"Things didn't end well. Storm's had some...legal issues at the time. Jean had shacked up with a regular client, Scott Summers, who was a big time lawyer. He promised to marry Jean if she tatted out the club. And she did. Scott and his goons came in and closed the club down for a while." Emma shook her head. "It took me saving money from waitressing and working as a cashier to finally open it back up."
"I had no idea..." Celeste gave her mom a reassuring glance. "Well, in that case, maybe you don't need to see her again..."
"She's still going to be my in-law," Emma argued. "I think it's time. It's been years!"
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Post by Kappa on Aug 11, 2023 17:01:42 GMT
Emma and her daughters stand outside a mansion in awe and mild jealously.
"Wow, so we could've grew up here if you snitched on your old boss?" Esme, a pregnant blonde of only 3 months, her belly bump mild and nowhere near its peak, jokes as her sisters unload the luggage.
Sophie, a tattoo artist with pink hair and lots of tats and piercings. Irma, the baker, just a tad on the plump side thanks to her profession. Phoebe, a nurse, with deep bags under eyes and a rather round face. And Irma, a fashion designer dressed rather trendy in a blue romper.
Celeste sighs as the massive oak door opens. The group in shock at a pear shaped redhead with a youthful clone to her right and youthful clone to her left.
Jean's daughters, Natalie and Rachel. The left dressed in a green top with skinny jeans, the right in a red top with baggy jeans.
"Celeste!" The redhead on the right happily coos, jumping into her fiancées arms, giving her a quick peck on the lips.
Her sister, Natalie, rolls her eyes at the homosexual display of affection.
"Jean." Emma nods at her old coworker. "It's been awhile."
Jean looks at the blonde up and down and...
-Acts like she doesn't know Emma -Goes in for a big kiss -something else
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Post by phoenix10 on Aug 14, 2023 12:43:49 GMT
Jean raised a perfectly plucked red eyebrow. "I'm sorry...do I know you?"
Emma gave a confused look. "Uh, yeah? From Storms? I know it was a while back but I'm sure you'd remember it. I mean, that's where you met Scott."
Jean flippantly turned away and waved a manicured hand. "I'm not sure what you're talking about. I met my husband when I was his secretary. Now, please make yourself at home. Dinner will be served soon."
Emma watched as Jean's wide hips and jiggly ass waddled back into the house. How could she just lie like that? Sure, it had been a difficult time in her life. Emma knew Jean was very poor when she worked at the club which was why she took on so many clients who wanted more than just a strip show. Did she just want to block out those memories?
Jean and Emma had been friends -- and they sometimes even flirted -- back when they worked together. She was one of Emma's first crushes, though she wouldn't tell anyone that. After the club closed, Emma started seeing "special" clients at her apartment, which is how she got pregnant with the quints. Sebastian Shaw gave her a thousand bucks and told her to never contact him again. And she hadn't.
"That was weird," Esme said quietly. "Did she just...forget?"
Emma shrugged her pudgy shoulders. "No clue. Let's...let's just try to have a good night. For the sake of your sister."
- Emma meets Scott...something is off about him - Skip to the dinner
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Post by Kappa on Aug 14, 2023 14:01:26 GMT
The group sit to a fancy dinner prepared by a French Maid Emma couldn't help but find familiar.
"Thanks, Ms LeBeau." Rachel thanks the heavyset woman in her fifties, dressed in a stereotypical French maid outfit, with breasts in competition with Emma's.
The maid nods and pours Emma a glass of wine.
"So..." Jean, taking a sip of her own wine. "What do you do for a living, Emma was it???" Jean questions in an icy different tone.
"Mom, we discussed this." Rachel says nervously as Celeste places a hand on her knee.
"I own a strip club." Emma explains.
Jean scoffs.
"You do? I thought that was a joke." Jean shakes her head. "No offense, but don't you think you're a little old to be working at a place so... trashy?"
"It's not like I'm on the pole these days." Emma points out. "Haven't done that since the kids were in grade school."
"It's still not an appropriate profession for a mother. Not to mention a grandmother."
Esme can't help but take offense at that comment.
"Hey, lady, my mom gave 5 kids a roof over their heads, 3 meals a day, and braces thanks to a strip club. I'm proud of her!!!"
Jean rolls her eyes.
"Calm down, don't want to upset your child, do you?"
"Jean, you're upsetting her child." Emma chimes in. She looks at Celeste, miming an apology, and is forced to get heated.
"Look, I don't know what your problem is, Jean. But I'm just a hard working empty nester with a fiancé and--"
"What was that last part???" Jean interrupts the blonde.
"A fiancé?"
"... A man or a woman?" Jean questions.
"Does that matter?"
Jean nods.
Emma sighs. Was Jean always this nuts?!"
"It's a woman. Her name is Lorna and--"
-Jean gets super jealous. -Jean continues to bitch about Emma working at a strip club -Something else
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Post by phoenix10 on Aug 15, 2023 18:54:36 GMT
Emma could see Jean winding up, getting ready to release her anger tenfold, but before she could, a tall man wearing red glasses walked into the dining room.
"Sorry I'm late, darlings," he said, giving his daughters kisses on the tops of their heads.
Almost immediately, Jean diffused. It was like the air being let out of a balloon. Her face fell and she allowed Scott to give her a kiss on the cheek.
"And you must be Emma. My future in-law." He extended a hand toward the fat blonde. "Scott Summers. District Attorney."
"Yep." Emma shook his hand but didn't return his smile. "I know who you are."
Scott ignored Emma's comment and sat down next to his wife who looked at him glumly. To Emma, it felt like the fiery redhead was completely drained. It could've been just marital problems but Emma just couldn't shake a strange feeling. Something weird was going on.
From there, the conversation shifted and Jean stayed mostly quiet. She drank a lot and ate a lot, Emma noticed, but barely said a word. Rachel and Natalie didn't seem surprised by this but Emma thought it was strange. Even back when they worked together, Jean was always a live wire and yet here she was, playing submissive housewife?
"That was delicious, Anna-Marie." Scott shot the maid a smile and the busty brunette immediately lowered her head and scurried out of the dining room. The woman looked so familiar...where did Emma know her from?
"So, Emma, I heard you're engaged? Who's the lucky woman?" Scott asked with a sneer.
Emma...
- Tells everyone about Lorna. Jean barely looks at her. - Scott had to get a business call and Jean corners Emma
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