Grace strutted down the boardwalk with Jordan following not that far behind her. It was still a bit too early to go clubbing but she was sure there was something fun they could do in the meantime.

 

Enjoy yourself all you want my love. But once the clock strikes midnight…

 

The latest intrusive thought (or was it a memory?) made her pause and her heart skipped a beat. She was reminded of what happened in the coffee shop when she tried to tell Jordan about Alice. It was like someone's hand had been squeezing her heart tightly, threatening to crush it in its grip if she dared say anything about her. She didn’t like that. She didn’t like how her phone wouldn’t work and she didn’t like that looming feeling of what would happen at midnight either…

 

“I’ll call an uber to take us around town.” Jordan said behind her which thankfully jolted her from her thoughts and brought her back to this amazing reality where she was a goddess. “With the money you have it shouldn’t be–”

 

Grace laughed. “Uber?” Seriously?” She flicked her hair back and scoffed. “I’m not sitting in a dirty ass car!” she turned and flashed a grin at Jordan, her perfect pearly whites sparkling in the sun as she turned back and pointed. “Check out that guy and his car.”

 

She was pointing to an older, but very well built man with a salt and pepper beard standing next to a sexy red convertible. Neither Jordan or Grace were car people but it was the kind of car you’d see in an 80’s movie the main characters would take for a joy ride to some classic rock. 

 

“What about him?” Jordan asked. Then it dawned on her what Grace was planning. “Oh.”

 

“Just watch, Jordie.” Grace said, running up to the man, her chest bouncing in her bikini top and drawing every male (and female) gaze in the area as she did.. “Hey!” She shouted. “Nice car!”

 

The man’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as Grace (and a reluctant) Jordan approached him before smiling nervously. “Thanks!” He said. “It’s not mine though. It belongs to my wife.” he laughed but it was easy to tell he was checking Grace out as she peeked behind him at the car. 

 

“Me and my friend want to go on a ride!” Grace said excitedly, making sure to bounce on her heels just enough to make her chest jiggle. “Can we borrow it?” 

 

The man’s face snapped away from her chest to her face. “Borrow what?” he asked.

 

“The car!” Grace said. “Me and my friend want to take it for a ride! Can we?” She gave him the biggest puppy dog eyes that she could as she continued to bounce in place. It was like Grace was incapable of standing still even for a moment as she just kept jiggling. 

 

Jordan expected the old guy to snap and say hell no and shoo them off. But instead…

 

 “S-sure!” The man said as he reached into his pocket and produced a set of keys attached to a car fob and held it in front of Grace. “You girls be care–”

 

Grace didn’t wait for him and snatched the keys out of his hand. “Let’s go.” She said to Jordan motioning for her to follow as she opened the drivers side and slid in. 

 

Jordan stood there with a shocked expression. Was Grace seriously planning on stealing this old guy’s car? Was she seriously planning on getting in the car with her for a joyride?! She looked at the old guy and his face still had that dim-witted, love struck expression before he turned around and started talking to Grace.

 

“How long do you plan on driving?” he asked. “My wife will be back soon and I don’t think she’ll–” 

 

Ignoring him, Grace turned the ignition. Closing her eyes and letting out a little sigh from between her perfect lips as the car sprung to live. She could feel every single vibration coming through the leather seats and god it was making her wet. She looked past the old guy trying to talk to her and saw Jordan just standing still. Why was she still there? She was wasting Grace’s time!

 

She slammed her hand on the horn. “GET! IN!” She yelled. “OR I’M LEAVING YOU!”

 

She started revving the engine and Jordan got the message moving as fast as she could (god she wished she was more in shape. A problem she hoped to solve soon…) and hopping into the passenger seat as Grace put the car into gear and started moving. 

 

“Grace!” Jordan yelled, her eyes wide with shock. “That guy is still there!”

 

Grace laughed hysterically. “And?” She answered as the man stumbled away from the driver’s window and fell right on his ass, nearly getting run over by Grace as she backed out of the parking lot and started to drive away. Grace didn’t even bother looking to see if she hit him or not. She just kept laughing. 

 

“I didn’t hear a thump so I didn’t hit him!” She said, looking at Jordan with a terrifying manic expression that looked like pure, undiluted madness. “So fuck him! Let's go party, Jordie!” 

 

Jordan nodded quickly. She was terrified of Grace but the temptation of becoming so powerful (and sexy) was too strong and it wasn’t like she could just open the door and jump out either with how fast the car was moving. “Yeah!” She said, “Let’s party!” She melted back into her seat and clutched the armrests and closed her eyes. Watching traffic speed by as Grace drove like a lunatic was making her too anxious. 

 

“I know a place.” She said, “A goth club that opens in a few hours. In the meantime maybe we can…” She squeaked in terror as Grace hit a pothole and for a brief terrifying moment feared the car would go off the road and kill them both. “Watch a movie?”

 

Grace rolled her eyes. “God, the movie thing again?” She said while glancing at the clock. It was 5:00 PM now. “Okay, fine. But…” 

 

A siren blared behind them as a patrol car started to follow and Grace cursed. “God damn it!” She growled slamming her palm on the steering wheel. “I just started driving!” 

 

Jordan trembled. Oh god. Was Grace seriously going to run from the cops? Shit! Shit! Shit!

 

With another curse Grace pulled over and Jordan let out a sigh of relief. Oh thank god! Then she remembered the car they were in was stolen and her panic came right back. Was Grace’s strange hold over people enough to keep them out of jail?

 

She looked at the fuming Grace, the transformed woman’s pretty face contorted in anger as she looked at the rearview mirror and fixed her hair and Jordan started to feel the powerful urge to lean over and comfort her. Tell her everything was okay.

 

She shook her head to clear out the intrusive thoughts and at the same time felt some relief. …Yeah Grace could handle this. Easily.

 

—---

 

Officer Maria Martinez was pissed as she pulled up behind the convertible but also relieved. The maniac driving the car wasn’t just going twenty miles over the speed limit they had also nearly hit multiple cars and at one point almost careened off the road when they hit a pot hole which would have been an absolute disaster. 

 

She had started to run the license plate through once she had started trailing them just in case and her suspicions were rewarded. The car had just been reported as stolen. This was very serious now.

 

“I have a 11-96. Here.” She said, speaking into her radio. “North of the boardwalk. Subjects were speeding and the vehicle appears to be stolen. Please send backup.”

 

Nothing but static answered her. But she was so pissed she didn’t notice. Maria had always been a hot head and her biggest flaw as a person was letting her emotions get ahead of her which had been one reason she’d been assigned to traffic in such a slow area in the first place. Less chance of fucking up. 

 

That was the theory anyway. In practice… 

 

Stepping out of the car and placing her hand on her gun holster. She was a very athletic looking woman with an amazing figure. Narrow waist and big hips with a bust that wasn’t large but still inviting even in her police uniform. In many ways she looked more like a fitness model influencer than she did a police officer. …Not that many would say that to her face. Maria had quite the temper and took her job as an officer of the law seriously.

 

Which is why she was so pissed at this lunatic. How many people could they have hurt being so reckless!? What if this had been a school zone? What if they had careened off the road and right into a crowd of people? Fuck! Her blood was boiling!

 

She marched up to the window and knelt down and rapped her knuckles on the tinted window. “Lower your window, please.” She said, trying to maintain her composure. 

 

The window rolled down and Maria prepared to lay into this idiot thief. She opened her mouth to unleash a torrent of  “What were you thinking!?” and drag them out in cuffs proper procedure or not but…

 

 

She was met with a pair of gorgeous brown eyes that left her stunned as the most gorgeous woman she had ever seen leaned out of the car. Her dark hair and large breasts spilled over the edge of the window frame as her angelic face formed into a coy smile. She never once broke eye contact with Maria.

 

“Is there a problem, officer?” the woman asked and Maria felt her body shiver and her stomach clench like the words themselves were touching and caressing her. Trying to ignore that sensation, Maria tried to compose herself (as much as she could anyway) and cleared her throat. 

 

“Do you have any idea how fast you were going?” She asked. Hating how her voice trembled as she spoke. 

 

The woman shrugged with a lazy smile. “I dunno.” She answered. “Pretty fast, I guess!”

 

Maria felt her anger start to resurface. “You were going twenty miles over the speed limit!” she hissed. “Do you have any idea how–”

 

The young woman laughed. “Only twenty? Geez, maybe I should have really floored it instead!” She leaned further out of the window and Maria could see a terrified young woman sitting in the driver’s seat pale as a ghost. But judging from her all black get up she was probably always pale. 

 

“Ma’am are you in–” She was pulled forward by a surprisingly strong grip and found herself staring right into those deep, beautiful brown eyes. 

 

“You know, officer.” The woman said. “You’re kinda hot! And I have a few hours to kill so…” She slammed her face into Maria’s and locked lips with her. Tongue invaded her mouth as her eyes went wide. 

 

 

She tried to resist. Maria was not gay! She wasn’t… wasn’t… 

 

 

She started kissing back. Her resistance melted away as she opened her mouth wide and allowed the woman’s tongue to fully enter her mouth and intertwine with her own

 

—-

 

“Grace, what are you doing?” Jordan said. “You just can’t–”

 

“Shut up.” Grace snapped. Turning to face Jordan and glaring before opening the car door and stepping out. “You aren’t any fun Jordan. But this cop?” She pulled the breathless Maria right back into her face and kissed her deeply. “She’s starting to feel really fun.” She started leading Maria back to the squad car and shot a grin back at Jordan. “So just sit back there and enjoy the fucking show.” 

 

Jordan moved from the passenger to the driver’s side and opened her mouth to say something. Something like, “People are going to see this!” or “This will be all over the internet!” or even “KISS ME INSTEAD!”

 

But all that came out of her mouth was a wheezy gasp as Grace led the eager cop over to her squad and—

 

 

Slammed her against the squadcar and started kissing her wildly and passionately with a hint of desperation wanting to get as much out of this woman as she could before moving onto something even more fun.