“Can you believe that Chewtoy?! She has a boyfriend!” X said crossly. “She led me on. And the nerve of her to just walk off with a wink leaving me on the floor sopping wet!”

Chewtoy muttered indignantly. Nobody messes with his X. X’s phone vibrated next to her. “It’s Addy! I hope he doesn’t have a hangover,” she laughed. “Hi Addy! How’s your first time drinking treating you?”

“I’m fine, surprisingly. Dad made me drink a gallon of water when I got home so that probably helped. How was your little shag in the kitchen?” he asked mischievously.

X coloured even though he couldn’t see her. “It wasn’t in the kitchen Addy. I have standards! And she has a boyfriend which she didn’t tell me till the end,” X began venting to Addy.

After patiently listening to her vent for a while he said, “Yeah that sucked. Now put Chewtoy on the line!”

“Seriously?” X grumbled and held her phone next to Chewtoy who obliged and made adorable capuchin noises.

“Aww Chewtoy! I love you very much too!” Addy gushed. “I’ll come visit you sometime!”

“I’m getting another call. Bye Addy,” X said, her brows furrowing when she saw it was the police.

“We haven’t heard from you since your last job. Any intel on the elusive Enchantress?” he asked.

She paused as reality caught up to her. She had been so caught up in the fact that The Enchantress might like her that she’d forgotten she was a criminal.

***

The Enchantress sipped her coffee contemplatively. She had another ‘job offer’. She was to sabotage one tech giant in their major breakthrough so another tech giant could claim to have come up with it first. She rolled her eyes in distaste. She toyed with the idea of quitting her business and opening a cupcake shop, she even had the baking skills for it. Money wasn’t a problem, she had squirrelled away quite a tidy sum. But… She sighed. She would miss the thrill and the intoxicating sense of power it gave her. And even though she would never admit it even to herself, she liked crushing those pompous old fools.

Though you could hardly call what she did ethical, she followed a strict code of conduct. She always worked on a first come first serve basis. Even if the opposition offered her a larger sum, she would decline. And she had been contacted by both the sparring sides on multiple occasions. All the corporate giants knew of her presence and scrambled to ‘book her services’ before they started on a new venture. Like they would a lawyer, she thought with a smile.

She practically ran the city, and she knew it. Yet no one knew who she was. No one knew she was The Enchantress except her ex, a fellow villain she had taught the ropes of the trade to. And that know it all hero, she scowled.

Speaking of her ex, that ungrateful pea brain had ratted her out! Her phone vibrated, drawing her out of her reverie. Her blood boiled as her ex’s face flashed across the screen. She ignored it. Seconds later, her phone pinged with a new text.

Ex: I know what your working on.

That idiot couldn’t even get his grammar right.

“What?” she texted back. It was an unwritten rule that the corporations not enlist another villain’s services or even let them know who they had ‘employed’, to maintain confidentiality. They better not have broken that rule.

He called her again. Groaning, she picked up. “You get two minutes.” Her face contorted as he told her what he knew. “How do you know?” she spat out.

“Never mind that. Meet up with me. Please. And I won’t tell.”

“Meet up with you?! And you won’t tell?! Are you threatening me?” She was breathing rapidly at this point. “After you ratted me out! You little…”

“Not threatening you… I just want to see you,” he whined.

“You ruined your chances there when you when you gave my lair away.”

““Look I’m sorry. You know they would never come after you. I just wanted to get them off my back! I thought I could get on their good side and… I’m sorry.”

She hung up on him and tried to even out her breathing. She thought it through. She knew she was practically untouchable. Even the crooked head of police required her ‘services’ from time to time. Those hypocrites. The younger starry-eyed ‘save the world’ police officers, on the other hand, did not know she worked hand in glove with the police. And that poor naïve hero. So if her ex tipped off the police, the young do-gooders would be hot at her heels and she couldn’t have that.

A smirk played on her lips as she reached for her phone. “You free tonight?” she texted him.

His reply was instantaneous. “Yes. At my place? Thank you”

***

The police superintendent frowned at his junior, overhearing his phone conversation. What was with his obsession with taking down The Enchantress? He didn’t know he was playing with fire. And that still wet behind her ears lawyer he had teamed up with.

“X, you still there? Did you get anything on her?”

“Uh no. Sorry. I couldn’t even catch a glimpse of her.”

The superintendent smiled, satisfied. Better give the boy something to occupy himself with before he tries another stunt, he thought.

***

X paced up and down her cluttered room, berating herself. “I messed up, Chewtoy! I… What am I supposed to do? I shouldn’t have done that. Dad will be so disappointed in me.” “He should be,” she added, eyes brimming with tears.

“And Addy! What would he think? He can’t know. He mustn’t know. He looks up to me, Chewtoy. And this is what his big sister does. Some hero I am!”

Chewtoy looked at X in alarm and curled his arms around her leg to comfort her. X gently disentangled her capuchin and continued pacing, “And there I was thinking I had everything under control. That I could single-handedly fight crime like some comic book superhero.”

“And then I go hiding stuff from the police. I’m such a disappointment.”

“But…What was I to do, Chewtoy?” said X looking stricken. “I promised her I wouldn’t give her away. I promised. And I can’t go back on my promises, can I?”

“Besides, she let me go. I was in her trap, literally. She could have let me rot down there. Or she could have done away with me after she was done toying with me. But she didn’t. Why didn’t she, Chewtoy? Why did she let me go?”

“Does she… No. She can’t possibly like me, can she Chewtoy? What do I do?” she picked Chewtoy up and crushed him in a hug.

“I want to tell someone. But I can’t. Dad can’t know. Addy can’t know. They just can’t,” she sniffed. “Oh Chewtoy, you’re all I’ve got now.”

***

The Enchantress appraised herself in her full-length mirror. Her luscious red curls were messily piled up on her head, with a few stray strands framing her face. Her strapless emerald green cocktail dress complimented her eyes. Liking what she saw, she threw on a pair of high heels before heading out.

She pulled up in her ex’s driveway and strode to his door. She tried a number code on the lock to open it. He hasn’t changed it, she thought as the door swung open. He had been nervously lighting up candles when she walked in unannounced. She tried hard not to snort when she saw the scene before her. Rose petals were strewn all over the place and scented candles flickered in every corner, making the air heavy with their perfume. A table for two had been set up, with an expensive bottle of wine set in the centre.

His eyes lit up when he saw her. “You came!”

He almost made her feel sorry for him. Almost.

“Quite a set-up you’ve got there,” she said.

He flushed, “I just… Are you hungry? I’ve cooked your favourite.”

“What makes you think I still like your pie?” she cocked an eyebrow at him. She loved toying with him.

“I hope you do. I… I’ve missed you,” he replied meekly.

She smirked and grabbed him by his collar, crashing her lips into his. He drew in a breath a kissed her back longingly. She quickly drew back and said sweetly, “Let’s eat.”

A scrumptious dinner and bottle of wine later, The Enchantress dragged him off to his bedroom. She slammed him against the door and bit his neck. “You like that, don’t you,” she hissed in ear as she roughly bit down on it. He moaned in reply.

He reached for her breasts but she swatted his hands away. “Not until I tell you,” her eyes glinted. “Yes ma’am,” he breathed submissively.

She kissed him again, nibbling on his bottom lip. She peppered kisses down his chest while unbuttoning his shirt, his breathing quickening as she got lower down. Seductively, she reached behind to unzip her dress and began shimmying out of it. She yanked down his pants while her tongue trailed up his abdomen. She smirked when she saw the boner he was sporting.

She took off his underwear with her teeth as he groaned, fighting the urge to touch her till she gave him permission to. She teased the tip of his dick with her tongue. “Come on,” she said and led him to his bed. Shoving him onto it, she began rummaging about in his bedside drawer. “Here they are,” she murmured, retrieving a pair of handcuffs.

He positioned himself on his bed, eyeing the handcuffs in her hand. Submissively, he held his hands out to her. She cuffed them and fixed them to the bedpost so his arms were stretched out above him. She began trailing kisses down his body, sometimes grazing his skin with her teeth. She pinched his nipples as he moaned, straining against the handcuffs. Slowly, she ran her tongue down the length of his erect dick while his breath caught in his throat. She let her bra and panties fall to the floor and straddled him.

Sitting on his chest, she leaned over so her breasts were just out of reach of his mouth. “What do you want?” she taunted.

Looking up hungrily at her breasts, he replied meekly, “Sit on my face, please.”

She dragged herself up his body, while he strained against the handcuffs. “It’ll bruise if you do that,” she said matter-of-factly and continued to tease him. “Since you asked so nicely,” she said and gave him what he wanted, letting him lap her up.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” she said softly. “I let it slip when you ratted me out but then you have to threaten me just so you could get your kinky sex. Couldn’t find anyone else?”

He grunted and continued using his mouth on her. She moaned as she climaxed. “Well too bad,” she said, getting off him. Quickly she began dressing herself.

“Wait, what are you…” his eyes widened as realisation dawned. “I said I’m sorry!”

“That’s too bad, isn’t it?” she said, twirling the key to the handcuffs.

“No! Please don’t,” he pleaded, his sorry dick deflating quickly.

“Smile,” she said sweetly and snapped his picture, turning to leave.

“Don’t leave me like this! How will I get out?” he implored.

“Call the neighbours, sweetheart,” she laughed, slamming the door shut behind her.