Lets play Bonnie & Clyde [cw]

The Siren’s club. A beautiful and lush place where it was clear that it was made to stand out. The atmosphere was pounding through the people that came here. It wasn’t like any other place you could find. Maybe it was because so many women came here, or it was in Southside, that the mermaid had found her legs taking her to the bar before she realised where she had been going.
It had been too long since she had heard from her sister. After things had gone down with the hunter and her former love interest, it had seemed like Luna had just attracted more and more trouble, at least far more than Sol liked.
So, the normally introverted and silent woman had needed a distraction, something to take her mind off things. But so far, she had been wildly disappointed.
The girls all seemed to be more attracted to the men, and then men—as if they were trying to make her point come across, one of them approached her. She didn’t even have to look up to know she wasn’t interested. Not in the, he was too ugly, but no, just—no.
“No”, Sol said before he could let words form from his parted lips
“But you haven’t even—”
“No”
“Bitch”
A smirk formed over her lips, and her dark eyes finally looked at him. “Yes” then timed stopped, just enough so she could move a chair sterically well, that when time started again, and he moved, he tripped over it and banged his head into the ground. “Even your feet seem to have gotten enough of you” Sol pushed away from the round bar with her drink at hand and stepped over him, rolling her eyes at his laughing friends as she started moving through the crowd. It wasn’t before her eyes landed on a beautiful heart-shaped backside that she finally felt the pull she had been looking for all evening.
Folding her lips, her eyes narrowed for a moment before she decided to approach the witch. “Can I offer you a drink, and maybe I can be your slave for the evening” she mused as she saw how it was; now, it wasn’t the first time she had seen Michelle run around. After all, Luna had dated Leigh, someone Michelle also knew, and if that hadn’t been the case, everyone that knew a little about how the supernatural worked would be aware that this was Killian Jones’s daughter. Not that that mattered to her. But any fool would deny that they weren’t at least a little attracted to the beautiful woman, with her distinctive nose, dark wavy hair—those eyes that promised you that you would regret the night if you didn’t play by her rules.

Outfit Black jeans with holes on the knees, British flag sleeveless top and high heels. Long No jacket or sunglasses.

Now, there wasn’t anything like pissing off people in Southside. Nobody cared here, so there was no reason for the damned witch to care about who she stepped on. She, as she usually said, had everything under control. She never cracked. Never. Things didn’t get to her heart as they had done so long ago.
This was the reason why she still visited the Siren’s Club, except for the fact that she wished to see the Russian bartender more. But today, he wasn’t at work, which was why she had simply just started dancing and swaying her hips until someone offered her drinks. It had worked pretty damn fine so far. And almost by the thought of thirst and drinks, a sweet voice sounded behind her. She turned around to see the woman, which let the loose hair swing around her neck. A crooked, yet wicked smile spread on her lips as she mentioned more than just a drink. “Are you sure you’re up for that?” she wondered, though Michelle had already started plotting her way through the night with the dear mermaid. She let her almost two-colored eyes glide down the mermaid to take in her looks. She did look absolutely stunning in that outfit, and definitely looked like someone that Michelle could be having her fun with, unless she was a little too serious. One never knew, did they?

A soft chuckle left the mermaid, and for a moment, she let her eyes wander through the crowd of people that were dancing around the two women; then, she looked back and lifted a brow. “And why shouldn’t I be?” she wondered, tilting her head with a sly smile forming over her plump lips. Sometimes the most powerful creatures needed to find someone that they could surrender to, just to feel alive for a moment; how was this any different? Being with someone for the night, maybe a couple more, well, if the chemistry was right—“you’re by far the most interesting creature in this joint, so—” she lifted her hand and reached it toward her, gesturing her to take it; “the question is, are you up for it?” she raised a brow as a mischievous expression folded over her face, tugging her lips into a sinister smile, matching the one that Michelle had on hers rather well.
Even if Michelle wouldn’t take her hand, she would just reach down and take it, pulling her toward the dancefloor and placing her drink on a table that they passed. She wasn’t going to let this fine woman pass her by.

Michelle liked how the woman in front of her took her time. Not that they were busy, but it showed that she had more than just a pretty face. The confidence she delivered was enough to get onto Michelle’s good side, for now. It made Michelle’s smile spread, while her eyes rested on the woman. Even though she was rested and feeling comfortable, her brows raised impressed by the compliment about being the most interesting creature. Well, it could mean a lot of things, and she believed that the woman already knew a bit about her. Most people did after all in Athena.
Michelle’s unique eyes looked down at the mermaid’s hand as she reached it toward her. She looked back up noticing the smile. With no hesitation, she stepped closer to take the hand, “Always,” She didn’t really get to stop her steps since she was pulled toward the dancefloor. “Dance monkey, huh?” she wondered while following her. As soon as Michelle believed they were far enough out on the dance floor, she tugged a bit in the mermaid’s arm, hoping to get her to make a short pirouette. She would at least want to see the woman’s figure, except for what she had already been able to see from the pretty attire.

Sol looked over her shoulder, and her dark eyes didn’t leave much to the imagination about what she felt about the woman she was dragged onto the dancefloor. She was sure they would be able to create a little magic for the next couple of hours.
“Used to dance ballet, so you could call me a ‘dance monkey’,” she hummed in a mysterious tone, and with a delighted laugh, she let herself be spun around by the witch before her hands found her neck pushing up her hair as she let her hips sway with the music, being able to move perfectly to every beat that was produced by the speakers around in the bar.
Not that she kept to herself for long; stepping toward Michelle, she let a hand rest on the beautiful curve of her hip, letting it glide up her side; the other found her shoulder, inviting her to dance even closer. When it came to finding a partner for the night, and if Sol ever found someone she found interesting enough, she didn’t really mince how much she wanted to be with them. Why should she? Life was too short to not go for what you wanted, even for immortal souls like them.

Oh, Michelle loved how this mermaid looked at her. Of course, there were plenty of others who looked at her the same way, or something similar, but they hadn’t dared to speak to her as this woman had. She announced that she used to dance ballet, which woke her interest. That did sound like some mad flexibility and some strong muscles to guide her body to whatever she wished to do.
The mermaid spun into her arms, which made Michelle laugh pleased, watching how the mermaid’s hands found into her hair and how the hips swayed flawlessly to the music. Even though Michelle was an old soul, she had some tricks up her sleeve to make her look just as eye-catching as the mermaid. She made her hips cradle from side to side while her hands tugged, pulled, and caressed her body and clothing, making sure that the fantasy was being fed with more curiosity. With her moves, she didn’t have to care that much about the beat. She was a magnet for attention. Good or bad, she wanted all of it.
As expected the two women weren’t going to dance separately in front of each other. The mermaid was attracted by the magnetic field and let herself be pulled in, getting dragged so close that the mermaid’s hand traveled up Michelle’s body, just like how Michelle’s own hands had traveled before. Michelle didn’t hesitate to let her own hand snake around the mermaid’s curvy body, pulling her so close that they had to have a leg between each other’s legs. As a part of luring the hostage even closer, she leaned her head a little back, so the black locks fell down from her shoulders, down along her back. It also made the somewhat covered chest be more available. With a wide smile, she looked back at the mermaid again. Her eyes were alluring. Like a crocodile, who had been waiting for ages for a victim, that jumped for its meal, she let her lips seek the mermaids for a heated kiss.

Her dark hazel eyes locked with those of the witch, and a wicked smile formed over her lips—even though both women might settle for the idea that it was the other that had stepped into their spiderweb, it was unmistakable that it was both women that were attracted to each other—was Sol the one that had made first contact, yes. Still, the woman in her arms, dancing closer for each step that they took toward the other, hands exploring the curves of each other's bodies—learning the lines and memorising them for later. Clearly was feeling the pull, and was incredibly easy to read, maybe much easier than the witch cared to have known. Sol could both be the commander and the follower, and what this woman needed, craved was to be seen, to feel the thrill of being adored and worshipped, and if there was something that Sol knew how to do, it was to grovel.
As their lips found each other in a heated kiss, her hands found the backside of the witch, curling them over the curve and pulling Michelle closer, pressing her thigh closer to her pelvic area. This was as close as one could get to having sexual intercourse on the dancefloor without removing the clothing also.

Michelle felt like they melted into each other. The kiss was heated enough to get everything going for Michelle. A gasp left the black-haired witch as she felt how the mermaid greedily craved the intimacy as much as Michelle. It had escalated quickly, but maybe it was just because both women knew what they wanted. The kiss got wetter as Michelle didn’t mind how her pubic area almost grinded against the mermaid’s leg. Michelle let one hand seek into the mermaid’s hair, having noticed from how she had danced for herself, how she liked when it was touched; or at least that was what she believed it was. The other hand wanted to explore the chest, but also every other curve there was. She was wondering how much this woman minded the public because Michelle did not care about what people around her thought, as long as she was having the time of her life. She knew very well that she wouldn’t mind getting completely undressed for everyone to watch just what they were missing out on. Her hand found the mermaids shirt and pulled it out of her pants so her hand could allow itself underneath. Yes, there were no boundaries nor inhibitions.

If there were someone that never cared about what people thought of her, it would be the mermaid kissing the witch on the dance floor. She didn’t crave attention, and it wasn’t that which drove her. No. She simply just wanted to do what she felt like, no matter what the consequences of it might be; she just didn’t care.
A smirk formed over her lips, sensing how their tongues danced as the witch’s hand started exploring clearly; she was drunk on the feeling of the scandal that it would make if two females had ended up having sex on the dancefloor. Her hands slid up the curve of her backside, letting them shortly rest on the rim of her jeans before her fingers danced over the exposed skin that was between the shirt and the trousers.
A hum formed in the back of her throat as Michelle’s hand found its way underneath her shirt and let it glide toward her breasts. Well, if that was how they were going to play, Sol did the very same thing, letting her left hand gently (at first) form around the bra before she squeezed, just enough to get a reaction.

She could feel how satisfied the woman was. It was good. It was satisfying. It gave her a high that she had missed. A hum left her as the delicate fingers found her skin between her shirt and trousers. Her touches felt like a compliment, and it made the crazy witch even crazier.
It felt like it was just the two of them on the dancefloor, which might be the core reason why Michelle didn’t hold back with caressing the chest. Suddenly they played the same game and she felt like she was formed for the hands of the mermaid. It made her breathe heavier, which resulted to a moan when the mermaid squeezed.
Michelle pulled the mermaid’s hair, so the wet kiss broke, and started kissing her down the side of the neck. Her hands started to delicately move down the woman’s body until they reached her trousers by the side and started to meet in the middle by the woman’s navel, ready to unlock it and if possible she would let her hand find its way down.

The fight for control started to set in; maybe Sol had offered to be the slave, but not here on the dance floor. She hadn’t, and something told her that behind all this need for being the one dealing the pleasure of taking what she craved and needed—she needed someone to focus on only her and nothing else. Now that was something the mermaid could give the witch. Undivided attention, for Sol, the act of being together with someone, wasn’t necessarily for her own pleasure nor the need for reaching the climax that left her stuttering for more or simply just wishing to stop because she couldn’t handle anymore. Now that was something she was far more interested in giving to the woman in front of her. So, when her fingers started moving for her trousers. Sol’s hand left Michelle’s breasts, and with a wicked smile, the witch wouldn’t be able to see. Her arms folded around the slightly taller woman and picked her up—but instead of steering toward the outside, she turned and walked to the bathroom, where she ended up barging in on the men, now—if the witch had a need for people watching, she could get that, women had a tendency to flee the scene, men, men were pigs.
She put the woman down by the sinks, and with fast and experienced hands, she started opening up the jeans so she could get those and her panties off with a shift motion—at least far enough down so she could get in between the legs with her head.

The mermaid’s hands found their way away from Michelle’s chest, but it didn’t matter when she was just about to- Well she didn’t get to let her hands find the woman’s most private parts because Michelle was lifted up which let out a joyful laugh that to some could sound like an enjoyable scream. She felt drunk on the connection they had. She swung her legs and arms around the woman, to be certain that she wasn’t going to slide off. On the way to one of the bathrooms, Michelle made sure that she kissed the mermaid’s neck, and hummed into her ear, while the hand on the other side of the neck made sure to caress her and find its way into her hair.
She felt how her bum ended on up by the sinks, and only shortly got a glance of the room before he eyes sought to how the trained hands opened the tight jeans. Even though the mermaid seemed to know exactly what she was doing, Michelle helped her with getting the jeans down and before she knew it, the panties were just as far down. The mermaid immediately found her way down between Michelle’s legs which made Michelle gasp and her hips buckle by the surprise; that might not be such a big surprise. She leaned back and grabbed around the sink to push herself as far out on the edge of the sink to give the mermaid the greatest access possible.

Someone walked out; someone walked in.
Every time the door opened and closed, one could hear the music from the speakers outside. Someone cleared their throat, and then there were those that pulled their phones out. But it was clear to everyone that the women didn’t see anyone but the other. Sol’s focus was sorely on the woman that had let her beautiful laughter spill from her lips; it had woken something in her she hadn’t felt since she had been with Victoria. The only person she had ever spent more time with than just a few nights. It was a dangerous game to play; it always was because somewhere down the line, someone would catch stronger feelings than the other. Maybe one would even lose interest. But Sol didn’t care about all that; she believed in the here and now. And since she could pause, rewind and fast forward, well, then time was just a construct, and that was not about to be taken away from the witch. So when the tight jeans were finally down enough so Sol could get her head between her legs, it was a tight squeeze at first because the legs couldn’t fully part for her. So instead of going down on her knees as she had wanted to at first, she hocked one arm around her lower back; using her strength, she pulled her pelvic area closer to her lips. It also gave her the access to use the other hand and let her fingers slowly trace over her entrance as her lips went straight for her small pleasure pearl, sucking at it to mix it both with pleasure and pain as her fingers entered her.
She only registered that someone started opening a belt buckle, but once again, she only had her attention on the woman and wanted nothing more than to make her whither and scream under her touch.

Michelle didn’t mind the flashes from the phones, nor the groans or the ones who cleared their throat, to make them think twice. No, she simply focused on the feeling that the mermaid gave her. She even felt like she was being such a high priority as the mermaid pressed herself all the way between Michelle’s thighs. It didn’t even matter that Michelle tried to rotate her legs so she could spread her legs further. A high-pitched gasp left her as she felt how the mermaid teased her entrance. She bit onto her bottom lip as she felt how every nerve from the pleasure pearl was getting stimulated. Yes, the hood of it was making sure that it was possible. A pleasured whimper left her as the fingers entered her and Michelle let a hand into her own hair and the mermaid’s hair, arching her back, even though the way she leaned against the mirror didn’t make it that easy for her.
Her eyes were shut closed, and she could only hear herself and how she quickly got dripping. There was certainly going to be a pool when they were done. Wished to utter pleasured words and cheers, but the pleasure made her words stagger and become quick small moans.

It was a pure pleasure that formed in Sol when she heard just how the woman reacted to her actions. It only made her pick up speed, moving her head even slower, taking in her scent, the smell, the taste of her. Another easily accompanied one finger, and as she kept going, she curved the fingers just so they could press into any woman’s sweet spot that always seemed so incredibly difficult for a man to find—well, she wasn’t going to let it anything untouched, untasted. She moved away from the pearl, letting her eyes rest on the slightly swollen skin, before she pressed her tongue out flat, how wet she had become for her, and so a third finger entered.
Women had always intrigued the mermaid far more than men; men were simple creatures, so easily dominated—women were complex, they needed care and attention, they needed to be pushed over the edge so many times that they would have trouble walking afterwards. They needed to be worshipped, and that was what she would do to Michelle.

A high-pitched moan left the witch as some things slowed down and others speed up. This was something she was going to be dreaming about in the future. She knew she was going to wake up hot and bothered having to work on herself in the future, because this was certainly over the top, and it only made her want to actually get to know the woman for another heated meetup.
Michelle’s breathing was heavy and tried to follow her heartbeat. Quick. Even though it was getting more and more difficult to actually do anything than receive the godlike pleasure, she tried to caress the mermaid’s scalp, almost as an affirmation that this was really good. Who knew, maybe the whimpering, moans and staggered breath weren’t enough to compliment the woman’s actions. As the fingers curved inside her one of her legs started shaking a little. Her eyes opened a little. Her sight was somewhat blurred, and her cheeks flushed from how the blood circulated in her body. She could see how a pig had joined in the corner, jerking himself off to the sight. It made a small smirk widen, but it wasn’t there for long as she felt how the mermaid let yet another finger enter her. She closed her eyes and threw her head back with a staggering moan, that wasn’t as high-pitched as the others. It was deeper and filled with pleasure that couldn’t make sense of how she sounded. The hand that had messed up her own hair found her chest increase where the pleasure hit her. She could have sworn that she could feel her mouth watering and her eyes threatening to spill happy, pleasured tears.
Words, that could sound like she thanked a God, left her. Flowers started to sprout from the sinks and toilets as Michelle mumbled a spell in pure ecstasy. It created an almost soft seat underneath her. A simple spell was mumbled again, that released the restraint that her jeans caused, finally making it easier to spread her legs further up for the sweet woman between her legs.

Sol kept going and had no intentions of letting the sweet whimpering witch go anywhere; who knew, maybe she would take the girl home and continue there, spice things up even further—since she clearly only got wetter when she noticed that someone was standing and relieving himself while watching the two women—she wouldn’t be surprised if there weren’t more, hiding away in the shadows or the stalls of the bathroom.
When the retrains around the legs were lessened, Sol let her lips find the small soft pearl once again, sucking it harder than before; then, she kissed up the stomach. With the arm around her lower back, she pulled her closer so Sol could let her lips kiss the fine jaw up to the earlobe “are my fingers satisfying enough, or do you want something bigger? Don’t worry, it’s only for show,” Sol whispered in a low sensual growl, one of the many perks of being a shapeshifter was that you never needed to walk around with a strap-on; you could just create one yourself. Her fingers curled inside the witch, pressing them deeper into her, feeling the slick juices gliding around them.

A shocked gasp left Michelle as the mermaid found the sweet pearl again. Her back arched as far as possible. When the lips left the pearl and traveled up Michelle’s stomach she got a break to breathe properly and heavily. She hummed as she felt the kisses along her jaw, almost being held up by the mermaid. She turned her head a little as the mermaid asked for something bigger. At first, she was impressed with how the mermaid had been able to hide it, but when she mentioned that it was just for show, she imagined that there was some magic or ability to it – or maybe the mermaid always carried a strap-on for when she found someone who was lusty enough. A surprised, pleasured moan left Michelle as the fingers curled inside her. “Give it to me,” she whispered back right after and sat a bit more up on the flower-covered sink, even though she was nearing the edge of the sink so much, that she might accidentally fall down from the sink. She kissed the mermaid gently, while she let her hands seek down to the woman’s pants, only to remember that she had already made the effort earlier to open them. There was something about the ‘for show’ that made her extremely excited, in another way than the way she was already so excited that liquids were gliding out of her.

A soft hum left the mermaid; she could still talk; well then, she hadn’t truly done her job, now had she? Sol reciprocated the gentle kiss, already knowing that this wouldn’t be the last time they would spend a night—maybe the witch had thought she had caught her prey, but it seemed that the tables had been turned. “Not so impatient; I can give you all night”, she whispered as the hands once again found her pants. Sol took out the fingers that had warmed up the woman enough for her to enter her, when the time was, easily. Gently she guided the witch’s hands away from her pants and let her teeth sink into the earlobe pulling a little at it before her hot breath once again cascaded over the whole ear “how big?” she hummed as her hand opened the front of the pants, letting the member grow just the size that was requested, already more than ready for her—but she wasn’t going to give it to her already, now that would be too easy. Instead, her fingers found the pearl of pleasure this time, rubbing it while her lips travelled over the witch's jaw.

A satisfied, almost chuckling hum left Michelle as the mermaid told her that she could give it to her all night. It sounded like a rough promise, but she was quite certain one or both of them would end up being too worked out to continue, but who knew. A gasp left the witch when the fingers left her. When her hands were guided away, she made sure to hold onto the sink instead, though still being close to the mermaid. The mermaid almost took her breath away from the question. See, that was a question she had never been asked before, but she made sure to reply to her, with a size that she knew would fit her, but also a size that would make the guys doubt themselves. Her eyes glanced down to the member that grew, somewhat intimidated by how much the mermaid was capable of, biting her lip. A high-pitched gasp left Michelle as a hand once again found her sweet pearl. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back while she felt the kisses over her jaw. An elongated pleasured groan left the back of her throat, taking all the pleasure that was driving her absolutely mad. Extremely hot and bothered.

Sol moved her hands down to the curves of the hipbone of the witch. One hand kept her in place, as the other found the growing member in her hand, making sure it was the correct size. Then she pushed it down, so it pressed against the slick opening—now it was always a guessing game with just how people liked it, but it was so easy for her to interpret each moan and half-pitch scream that escaped the beautiful lips of the dark-haired woman. So, she made sure that it was positioned correctly, teasing the entrance with the tip. Long enough for the other hand to find the other hip, her hands firmly keeping her steady as she entered with one fast and hard movement. A groan left Sol as she quickly picked up speed; her hands, however, didn’t stay there long, as they instead guided both legs to be placed over her shoulders, using her arms to force the legs closer together so it would feel even more intense as she pulled Michelle far enough out on the counter, so her backside was hanging over the edge; luckily for them, the counter was wide enough so she could lie there comfortably as Sol used her strength to both keep her busy while her own hips worked in a pounding manner, filling the room with the arousal from them both.

Michelle folded her lips, biting her bottom lip as she felt how Sol placed the member she had managed to get against her center. A soft hum left her as she felt how she positioned herself correctly and an almost quivering moan left her, truly feeling pleasured to a degree she believed she hadn’t reached before. Then the mermaid entered, and a squeal left Michelle before she had to let herself lay down against the countertop of the sinks. Her legs were easy to maneuver up, even though they weren’t much for stretching by the knees. Her body wished to curl up from the pleasure. An elongated moan left her, not minding if she could be heard from outside of the restroom. Michelle’s backside was pulled off the counter and she grabbed onto the counters for a moment, until she realized that the mermaid had her. Her hands, therefore, sought her own body. She was in such an ecstatic mindset that she didn’t know what to do with her hands. They crawled over her pale skin, one found the chest, barely even knowing what she did to it, and the other grabbed onto her leg, letting her nails run over her skin. She whimpered, held her head back with her eyes rolled back in the pleasure. Her back was arched, and she simply took everything that the mermaid served her. She couldn’t even hear the music outside the restroom, nor how her fluids had spread to both of them making a smacking sound every time the mermaid thrusted. Her mouth moved, but nothing really was spoken out loud. She couldn’t form words, only imagine them, and move her lips. Her voice was completely occupied with being a single-woman choir.

Sol had been trained to withstand hours of pain and torture. She had such an endurance that she could keep pleasuring the witch until she wouldn’t be able to stand on her own legs after she was done with her; which was what the mermaid had in mind of doing—pushing her over the edge, only giving her a moment to rest before picking up speed again, thrusting and feeling how the juices were dripping down. When Sol felt how she slid more easily into the woman, she started expanding the member, filling her more and more up, but not big enough to tear or destroy Michelle. Even if it was almost appealing to her to see how far she could push it. If they had been back at Sol’s place, she could have done so much more, but right now, they would have to settle for what they had at hand.
Her arms shifted, making one of the arms fold the long legs together, putting them over one of her shoulders. By that making, the thrust hit just the right spot of pleasure each time. It also gave her the opportunity to have a hand free which fingers parted the slick folds and once again started giving the already swollen pearl attention.

This was incredible. How the hell could a female push her so much and make her brain, almost unable to function, simply because it had overdosed with ecstasy. She could feel how whenever things almost seemed to get a little too slippery the mermaid managed to expand, so it created the right amount of friction, and so she was getting the full experience all of the time. Her eyes had trouble even seeing what happened before her, even if she was mostly looking at the ceiling. She couldn’t manage to pull her eyes down to look at the mermaid. That was when she noticed that she had no control over the situation, but she had trusted the mermaid enough to let fully go of everything. She couldn’t even put up a spell, make her own legs control something, or simply control when her body contracted. It was as if Michelle’s brain was being so filled with pleasure that no matter what she wanted to do or say, the body didn’t react, being too occupied with the pleasure. Michelle was brought over the edge and as the mermaid moved her legs over one shoulder, it was as if Michelle climaxed like pearls on a threat. Again, again and again. Whenever she believed she was done, the mermaid continued, and it would only take moments before she was pushed over the edge. The extra attention to the swollen pearl only made whimpers come from the witch whenever her breath allowed her to. She could barely breathe. It was ongoing, building up to something she couldn’t even imagine herself. Even though her brain was getting to a high she had never experienced before, she could feel how her brain started not being able to follow. She was getting dizzy and lightheaded, and she was reaching the end where it would be questionable if Michelle would even be able to stand on her legs.

When she could feel the witch’s stamina was slowly disappearing, she finally stopped her hard and almost violently thrust. She slowly slid out, and when she was sure the witch was secure back on the countertop of the sink, she put on her pants. Sol could easily have left Michelle here, letting her fend for herself to get home, but she had an inkling that the pervert in the corner would very much like to have his way with either one of them. So, with a caring hand, she put Michelle’s pants on as well, and when she was decent, she picked up the tall and slender body, walking with her outside where her car was parked not far; she hadn’t gotten that much to drink, and even if she had she still trusted her abilities enough that they wouldn’t crash. Once again, Sol expressed care that normally wouldn’t be found in the mermaid as she placed the witch in the front seat. Securing her, she closed the door before she walked around and sat behind the wheel. Her eyes scanned the woman; “should I drive you home or back to my place?” Sol wondered, turning on the engine before she started driving.