Storm woke up from her own deep slumber and a smile crossed her face. She looked down at the space between her thighs and saw that her hand was firmly lodged in her own naked sex, which was wet with arousal. In fact, the entire room smelled like female juices and it only excited Storm more.
It was lost on her that her tall, model-like body was completely naked. Even if she would have managed to care, Ororo Monroe’s mind had been severely been conditioned the night before and she now viewed this as the only way to spend the night.
The normally-alert mutant woman’s mind buzzed and she was distracted. Suddenly, Ororo heard a light moaning coming from next to her and she saw in the other bed her friend jilling her hands in and out of her own wet… Storm blinked a few times and a word came to her frazzled mind. ‘Pussy.’ Kitty was fucking her pussy with her own hands as she slumbered. Her sleep shirt had been pulled high so her little breasts were on full display. Another naughty thought came over the regal woman’s mind.
“Kitty’s titties could be bigger,” Ororo husked hotly to herself and held up her own wet fingers up to study them.
She fought back an urge to plunge her own sticky fingers into her mouth.
‘What a perverse thought.’
Slowly, reluctantly, the ebony-skinned woman moved her hands away from her already gaping lips, only to find her fingers wandering even as she drew them down. She slowly found the desire to get up off her sex-stained bed. All the while, the room continued being serenaded by Kitty’s wanton cries of pleasure.
For a second, Storm tried to remember the night before and how she and Kitty had gotten back into the room. Her brow furrowed for a second, but then she shrugged and uttered a short giggle. It was seemed to come completely out of nowhere and Ororo covered her hand over her mouth in amused shock.
‘Where did that come from?’ Ororo thought - but only briefly, as the momentary worry was banished from her mind the moment she looked back hungrily at Kitty. The same smile graced her face, and if she would have been in a clearer frame of mind she would have made the connection with how the BLISS female staff flashed the wide, vapid smiles whenever she saw them out and about yesterday, whether it was the Welcoming Ceremony and the Dinner. It really should have worried Storm, but she felt so content. Then, a strange thought popped in her head.
‘BLISS is life!’
Another giggle burst out of her mouth, and she ducked into the small bathroom as to not disturb Kitty from her morning self-pleasure. Looking into the mirror, the pleased look on her face faded away. She saw her reflection. Sure, she had to admit her face was very pretty, but her hair was all wrong. As had happened to Storm when she initially signed up for the BLISS Pleasure Cruise and had her mind scrambled, the BLISS subliminals had done a job on her fragile mind during the night. Reaching up with quivering hands, Storm took a limp white strand of white hair and held it up. Her lips pursed in a sad pout, and she made eye contact with herself in the mirror.
“What was I thinking?” Storm asked her own reflection, and there was a part of her that half-expected it to answer back.
‘BLISS is life!’ a giddy thought once more played in her head and Ororo, for a brief moment, went weak in the knees. It made her giggle, despite her conflicting emotions towards her once-proud Mohawk. Another thought wove its way through her subconscious, ‘BLISS will make me pretty!’
“BLISS will make me pretty!” Storm gasped, and felt her pussy become more and more aroused. Her hand slipped and twisted around the bathroom sink until it brushed against a bottle. Without looking, she poured its contents it her hands and continued to work it into her face. The second it touched her pretty features, it began to tingle and Ororo moaned out in unabashed lust at how it made her feel. She needed more of it. Impulsively, the one-time responsible leader of the X-Men poured the contents of the bottle all over her face and hair, thick goopy white strands seeping into her skin and stinging her eyes. Blinking back tears as the wonderful tingling sensation continued to erupt everywhere the substance touched, she knew she wanted more.
She needed more. For a while, she stood in the bathroom with the cream coating her chocolate skin. Finally, she felt she had had enough and threw her head into the shower, a quick spray was enough to clear her vision. Snatching at the now-empty bottle, she finally got a good look at what she’d poured over herself.
“Max’s Special Facial Cleanser” she pronounced, “Free sample. Pick up more at Salon La Bliss!”
And the only place to get more was the salon.
“It feels like BLISS!” Storm giggled to her reflection, “BLISS is life!”
The African mutant proceeded to draw herself a shower to wash off the stickiness from the night before, as well as the facial cream that Max had been so nice to supply her with. The hot spray of the shower sent a tingle down her spine, and for a moment, she thought of relieving the seemingly constant need between her legs. However, she thought better of it. Ororo felt that she needed to get the salon.
“BLISS will make me pretty!” she moaned softly to herself over and over again throughout her shower.