The Enchantress glanced at the scrap of paper X had left in her haste. Her address. Should she go? It would hands down be the stupidest thing she’d done. One little hook-up didn’t make her trustworthy. X’s beeping phone had burst their bubble of ecstasy and X had reluctantly extricated herself from between The Enchantress’s thighs. After one last passionate kiss, X left promising not to give her away. Not that The Enchantress was going to stick around to find out. She had a multitude of lairs scattered all over the place with her own house cozily tucked away up in the mountains.

“Drop by whenever you like,” she had said. “See, I didn’t ask for your number. You can trust me. I really do want to see you again.” “Chewtoy will love you,” she’d added sounding unsure of herself.

This wasn’t how she’d planned it, The Enchantress frowned. X was to be held captive after their romp. And she’d planned that too. She knew she wanted to get into X’s pants when she first caught a whiff of the town’s latest celebrated hero. The people would see how foolish their conceited hero really was. A shiny new toy, to be used and discarded. But that wasn’t what had happened.

The Enchantress turned over the events of the past few hours and mused. X was too naïve. Too full of herself in a way only young people are when they think they have everything figured out. Good and bad. Black and white. All neat and tidy. That self-assuredness maddened her. The Enchantress furiously crumpled up the paper and let it fall from her hand. She gathered up her discarded clothing and made her way down a narrow passage.

She was seething. That upstart hero didn’t have any business getting her like this, she fumed. She stomped down the corridor. I need to go home, she thought as her black helicopter came into view.

An hour later, a toddler was animatedly pointing out a gleaming black dot in the sky to his sister, who remained sullenly glued to her phone. “Bother someone else Aaron!” she grumbled as his face crumpled.

The Enchantress expertly maneuvered her helicopter down to another one of her lairs. A car drive later, she would be home. She never went straight from one of her lairs to her house. “Home at last,” she sighed as she turned the last of the hair pin bends leading to her house. Her quaint cottage set up in the mountains never failed to sooth her frayed nerves.

She strode up her driveway and crouched down in front of her door. Her iris scanning lock was disguised as a regular lock to blend in. She beamed as her door swung open. She let out a little girl squeal of delight as she cavorted her way in. She pranced about from room to room, drawing curtains and letting the sunlight embrace her. “I spend too much time in those musty caves, pretty as they may be.”

“Smells like old socks,” she recollected as her anger flared up again. “Why that… impertinent little upstart!”

***

X sighed and stroked her pet capuchin under his chin, “Chewtoy, I can’t get her out of my head!” Chewtoy curled his dainty little fingers around her pinky and chipped sympathetically. “What was that? Yeah I know I was supposed to bring her in. I failed that bit when I fell in her trap…”

“Wait a minute! She let me go! She just let me leave,” her eyes widened as a it dawned on her. “Do you think she likes me?!”

“ooo,” Chewtoy said disapprovingly.

“I know, I know. She’s a little older than me.”

“ooo ooo,” Chewtoy reached up for X. X snuggled Chewtoy. “Okay, not a little older. She’s in her thirties I think. I’m almost twenty five. What do you think, Chewtoy? What’s that? She’s a villain?”

X smiled as she reminisced, “Not a villain, Chewtoy. The word’s too disdainful.”

***

The Enchantress closed her eyes and steadied her breathing. “She was a nice lay, she served her purpose. Now get her out of your head,” she ordered herself. That didn’t quell the niggling thought at the back of her mind. She let her get away. And it wasn’t just the fact that one of her lairs wasn’t safe anymore. She was scared it was something more. “No,” she told herself firmly. “You absolutely do not have feelings for that arrogant hero.” “Hero,” she spat out in disgust and finally rid herself of those uncomfortable feelings.

She bustled about getting her house in order. For the life she chose for herself, she surprisingly liked domestic chores. Scrubbing obstinate stains out of bathroom floors soothed her like a lullaby. She sashayed into her kitchen. “I’ll make myself some pasta,” she decided, already recovering her spirits. “Pasta and a movie sounds like a splendid way to spend an afternoon!”

She reflected on the life she’d made for herself as the pasta boiled. Returning home always put her in a contemplative mood. She had started out with all of the run of the mill dreams all the young things had. She was to be an engineer, invent things for the betterment of humanity. She laughed bitterly at how that turned out. She thought of herself at sixteen, all bright-eyed, naively believing like the rest that the world was her playground. Everyone wanted the best for her and college was a stepping stone she would ricochet off to success. She furiously stirred the pasta as she realized X reminded her of herself.

And here she was, a villain as those pompous heroes liked to call her. But she wasn’t, not really. At least that’s what she tried to convince herself every time those nagging doubts about morality crept in. She preferred the term freelancer. Her work existed in the murky grey area of morality. Put simply, rich corrupt people paid her to steal from other rich corrupt people. And not material things, she stole blueprints and ideas. All of the things she’d wanted to do herself, she thought resentfully.

***

X reached for her phone to order take-out. She’d never learnt to cook much to the chagrin of her Michelin star chef father. She knew she had to eat healthier but she was still young and she couldn’t care less. Even Chewtoy looked disapproving as she ordered a pizza with extra cheese. “Oh shut up Chewtoy, I’ll let you have a slice.”

She ignored the growing pile of laundry in the corner of her room and curled up on the couch with her pizza. Once it grew too large to be ignored, she would dump the whole lot in the washer, never mind sorting out the colours. That never failed to horrify her previous girlfriends who would take to doing her laundry. That was until they had enough of her incompetence and left. Thinking of girlfriends, X let her mind wander. “The Enchantress,” she thought dreamily. She had enchanted her alright, cast a spell only she could break with those luscious lips of her.

She snapped herself out of it and ponderously nibbled on her now cold pizza. Fresh out of law school, she had chosen to become a self-proclaimed hero. She had been successful so far, reigning in a few small-time criminals. Young and charming, the people lapped her right up. Her dazzling good looks and chiselled physique ensured a steady stream of girlfriends. The Enchantress was the first big fry she had attempted to bring to justice. She’d failed miserably at that, she thought.

***

The Enchantress diligently stacked up her dishwasher. Her mind wandered to the events of the previous night. This time she gave in and resolved to think it though. No, she didn’t like her, she decided, but she wouldn’t be opposed to hooking up with her again.

Wanting to wash off all the grime from the travel, she stepped into her bathroom. Choosing to pamper herself, she got the water going in her jacuzzi. She slipped out of her clothes in front of the mirror. She prided herself on keeping herself fit. She knew she was a stunner and worked to keep it that way.

***

X tossed her empty pizza box at her overflowing trash. “I’ll take the trash out later,” she muttered to Chewtoy. She sighed, “It’s no use, Chewtoy. I’ve never wanted someone so bad. I’m used to girls clamouring for my attention. This is new.”

***

The Enchantress stared at her reflection in the mirror. She drew in her breath when she saw the marks X had left. Hickeys trailed down her neck from her ear. She flushed as it all came flooding back to her. Her nipples. X had sucked on them like they were her life source. The look of absolute devotion in X’s eyes got her feeling drunk. She loved feeling wanted.

***

X threw herself onto her bed. Her lips. How her lips had trailed down X’s body, pausing to let her teeth take over every now and then. She traced the scratches The Enchantress had left on her abdomen when her nails dug in. That mischievous sparkle in her eyes, daring her to do her worst. Her moans of pleasure as X’s tongue worked its magic.

***

The Enchantress settled into her bubbling jacuzzi, the hot perfumed water enveloping her. She sighed in pleasure as the hot jets of water relieved her aching muscles. An image of X’s toned arms massaging out her knots came to her uninvited. She groaned and let her hand wander south, trying to recreate what X did with her mouth.

***

X pictured The Enchantress as she stepped out of her catsuit. With nothing on underneath. Her hard nipples showing her arousal so X had to taste them. Her fingers clutching X’s hair, pulling her closer as X brought her to orgasm. X desperately reached into her bedside drawer for her vibrator.