| Spidey Senses

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Grabbing Joan by the waist, Bonnie guided them both out of the club and into the fresh air of Crossia's North Village. She set Joan down by the wall against the club and went to hail a cab. Outside the lounge club, patrons stood in clumps, smoking and chatting in private tones, unconcerned about the women who were breathing hard beside them. It was Crossing after all. People could be stabbing each other and no one would blink.

      "Oh, my God! This was supposed to be my night!" Joan moaned and Bonnie couldn't help but roll her eyes. Of course, this was what her friend would be worried about. There was a drunk supernatural on the loose and no one except her knew about it. Although she didn't like the idea, she knew she had to speak to her father as soon as possible.

      "We should have just stayed home as I suggested," Bonnie stated, her eyes darting from one side of the road to the other in case a cab pulled up.

      "I'm sure we could have, but I was so horny, Bon, I'm still horny right now and I can't even get a man to sleep with me," she grumbled and sagged more deeply against the wall.

      Bonnie couldn't help but admit to herself that she too was horny. She could use a good romp in the proverbial hay to release the tension of the last, oh well... Six years or so. The moment she graduated college, she became overran with work. It was either that or mixed-in dinners with Joan. She stopped going on inconsistent dates with inconsistent men long before she graduated college.

      It didn't take Bonnie long to realize she was special. Not just because she could sense supernaturals. She discovered that she couldn't stand certain kinds of men. Men who were raised by women. Men who were boys. Men who wanted their mommy. She didn't want to be her lover's mommy period. What she wanted, needed, was a man who would make her his bitch. His conquest. His slut. His lady and equal in public, but whore and slave in the bedroom. She wanted her clothes ripped off, her ass spanked, and her nipples bitten. She wanted...

      "Bonnie!" Joan's voice snapped her out of her nightdreaming. 

She turned to face her and noticed that she was pointing behind her. "Where did you go just now, Bon Bon?"

     Bonnie turned to find a cab waiting in front of her and took in a deep breath. Ignoring Joan's question, she turned to her and grabbed her hands. "We should get going. The cab is here."

      "I know right? That's why I snapped you awake, remember?" Joan scoffed. "And I'm supposed to be the drunk one."

      "Get into the car and stop whining," Bonnie grunted leading Joan towards the car. The driver, a round-faced man who originated from the Leechan Republic, was nice enough to help Bonnie get Joan into the car without being asked. Bonnie slid in next to Joan and before the driver could close the door, she whispered, "Thank you."

      "It's okay, we do this all the time," he replied with a shrug like he has been-there-and-done-that-every-other-week. "Where are you headed?" he asked the moment he slid into the driver's seat.

      "Downtown, please," Joan whispered and leaned back against the seat.

      As they rode home, Joan began to snore and Bonnie took the time to stare at the passing buildings. 

      "What do you do?" the driver suddenly asked and Joan snapped her gaze to the rearview mirror.

      "What do you mean by that?"

      "Was just asking. You look like a decent girl with a good head on your shoulders to be taking risks like this."

      "What the hell are you talking about?" Bonnie blurted, she didn't understand. Why was the cab driver asking her personal questions? Bonnie was beginning to feel very very uncomfortable.

      "Relax, Madam, I'm just trying to make conversation," he said, a slow smile forming on his dry lips. Bonnie kept staring at him with wild eyes. She wasn't normally this paranoid but after the encounter that she had with that supernatural, her spidey senses were all over the place. She couldn't place her finger on it but something was very very wrong tonight. 

      "How long before we reach my address?" Bonnie asked, her eyes never leaving him through the rearview mirror.

       "It shouldn't talk long now," he replied. "We'll be there in a few minutes." Bonnie contemplated calling her father but thought better against it. She wasn't going to give him what he wanted by proving she couldn't take care of herself. There was nothing to worry about. She was going to drop Bonnie at her apartment, and then hail a different cab back home. It was only going to take a few minutes and she'd be safely tucked beneath the warm canvas of her blanket.

     All she had to do was wait a few more minutes - minutes that were slowly becoming the longest moments of her life.