Slippery When Wet

“Perhaps I spoke too soon! This is more like it!” Horace said, taking in Ana’s form from his perch on Eris’ shoulder. “You may have lucked out for once, she will certainly draw in some viewers.”

The motley pair stood several feet behind a tall girl with light brown skin and the toned body of someone who had clearly been active most her life. Tight black workout capris and a cut-off T-Shirt over sports bra hid very little from the others in the quite busy gym. The shirt marked her as a personal trainer, with the logo of the gym across her firm breasts, and beneath it the Salem Gym motto: 'It’s a trial, but we’ll burn it all off.' Eris rolled her eyes at that and with a flick of her hand changed the words to read 'I'm a dirty slut' instead. Ana flipped a long black braid over her shoulder as she continued to speak on the phone.

“Well I know he’ll be proud of you, I know I am,” Ana continued to Dylan. “And I have some news to share with you as well. After the game.” She glanced down at her right hand and the diamond ring that glittered there. Ana knew it was risky to wear it while working on a gym floor, but she hadn’t been able to bring herself to take it off for days. Jeremy had even caught her showering in it and teased her mercilessly. Her shower handjob that night was a little bit tighter in punishment, and her hands were strong.

“Ha! See, I told you! You should take the brother as master. He has strong connections to both your girls so far. We don’t have… Mnnghhgh!” Horace struggled as the witch's fingers closed around his beak.

“And I told you no. He isn’t what I’m looking for. Besides, I can already feel the next link, she’s here somewhere…” Eris’ eyes quickly glanced around the gym before locking on to another woman who was sitting on a set of gym equipment that she clearly didn’t know how to use, caught between the shame of confessing that she didn’t or the possibility of injuring herself if she used it wrong. The girl was blonde and beautiful, in the girl next door sort of way that Eris found so tiresome. Eris snorted when she caught sight of the metal cross that hung from the woman's neck. Clearly shame formed a major part of her life. As Eris watched, she sheepishly gave up trying to figure it out and made her way to the stretching area.

Ana’s voice climbed, grabbing Eris’ attention back. “Alright! Okay. I’ll leave right after I change. Sheesh lady, calm down. I’ll see you soon! Mwah.” Ana ended her call, shaking her head. “Oh Dylan…” She mumbled as she started to move towards the locker room and away from the befuddled blonde Eris was sure was next in the chain.

“You call that a squat, Em?! Lower! Burn those buns.” Ana yelled to one of the gym regulars as she walked. “And tell your husband a sprained wrist is no excuse! He has legs doesn't he? He better use them and get his ass in here next week.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll tell him.” The brunette answered, dropping lower in her squat with noticeable effort.

“Good girl!”

The witch followed Ana to her locker, unconcerned the spark had yet to find its mark, trusting her magic to find its way. She watched as Ana quickly stripped from her trainer’s gear, tossing it in her bag, and beginning to dress. Spotting another moment to ‘amuse’ herself, Eris drew upon her magic and with a twist of shadow her entire form shifted, startling Horace into the air and onto a nearby locker. Her less than natural attributes vanished and left a somewhat normal, albeit gorgeous, woman in her place. Blonde, shades, sweatsuit, and pink gum popping from red lips. Another shift of darkness and large protein shake appeared in her hand completing her look. A moment Eris appeared fully, standing directly behind the mostly nude Ana and when the girl twisted to grab her shirt she slammed directly into the waiting witch, spilling the shake all over herself though not a drop seemed to find Eris.

“Fuck! What the hell? I… I didn’t see you. How long have you been standing there?” Ana yelled, shaking off her dripping hands and wiping at her face and sticky hair.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” Eris said, filling her voice with remorse, though her eyes were anything but remorseful as she looked the dripping girl up and down. She reached out and started to awkwardly wipe at Ana’s breasts. Her second girl was quite cute when she was angry, though Eris’ response now had the woman’s anger mixing with confusion and then embarrassment before redoubling the anger.

“What the fuck!” Ana yelled, swatting away Eris’ hands. “Don’t touch me, lady! Fuck, now I have to shower. Dylan is going to be pissed,” Ana muttered, her face flushing as she pushed past Eris towards the showers, snatching her bag and angrily grabbing a towel from a rack. Eris watched the brunette go and smiled, her features melting back to her usual form before she made herself again invisible, and followed her.

Ana threw her bag onto a bench and rushed into the mostly empty communal showers unaware of the leering raven that landed nearby, his black beady eyes taking in her every curve as she rinsed off and washed chocolate from her hair. Horace was no longer human in form, but his lechery still persisted fine. Across the gym Eris could feel the other girl begin to move towards them just as she had known she would, the spark inside Ana pulling them inevitably together.

Eris blinked out of existence and then back again, this time beside the overly sweet looking Christian who was just entering the locker room, leaving Horace to watch over the showering Ana.

The new girl found her locker and looked around nervously, making sure she was alone. Eris chuckled at her shame and leaned against the lockers as the girl hesitantly began to undress beneath a towel, leaving only the bright silver cross around her neck in place. Eris wondered what the girl would do if she knew someone was watching her and could easily see everything she was hiding beneath her towel but she held herself back from revealing the fact. She walked behind the prudish girl instead as she moved towards the private showers across from the communal area where Ana was just exiting, drying her hair with her own towel and not watching where she was walking. Eris waved her hand lazily.

A piece of soap appeared suddenly on the ground just beneath Ana’s foot where there had been none a moment before. She yelped as she was propelled forward directly into the blonde. One hand lashed out grabbing the only thing it could reach, yanking away the protective towel as the two women fell and slowing the crash to the slick tile none at all.

Ana ended up on top, their nude bodies pressed breast to breast. Neither moved or made a sound for an endless second, shock, horror, and pain overtaking them both. The glow of the spark inside Ana shot up in intensity and then leapt from her nipple to the blonde’s. Both jerked at the sensation and Ana’s already pounding heart thrummed against her ribs.

“Oh. Uh... Hi? Fleur, right? It’s been a while… I... I didn’t know you were a member here,” Ana finally said, kicking herself for sounding so dumb.

“Hello Ana. Please get off me.” Fleur asked, as calmly as she could, given that she was trapped beneath the gorgeous nude Latina. Fleur’s hands pressed firmly to her sides as she tried to touch the wet woman on top of her as little as possible, her cheeks turning rather pink.

“Right. Fuck. Sorry! This just seems to be my fate today.” Ana pushed herself up quickly but fell again as her wet hands slipped on the tile, dropping her face directly into Fleur’s chest and making the blonde yelp with surprise. God Ana, what is wrong with you today? More carefully she pulled her face from Fleur’s breasts and climbed to her feet. Regaining her balance, she awkwardly held out a hand to help the other girl up. Fleur reached for her towel first and snatched it to her bare body before taking the hand and allowing the much fitter Ana to help her to her feet. “Hey! We match,” Ana said, holding Fleur’s hand and looking at a larger engagement ring on Fleur’s finger.

“What? Oh. Ya, I guess,” Fleur mumbled, pulling her hand back, her eyes looking anywhere but at the still quite naked Ana and wanting more than anything to just vanish. Eris, the only one of the trio who could actually vanish, laughed uproariously though neither of the humans could hear her. “Thanks for helping me up," Fleur said as she rewrapped herself tightly with her towel before dashing back towards the lockers, any idea of showering pushed from her mind.

“Sorry! Again,” Ana called after her before awkwardly following in the same direction a moment later. Both girls dressed in silence a few feet apart, neither looking at the other.

***

Eris walked behind her third link, quite satisfied with herself. Horace returned to her and, for once, had nothing to say. The embarrassed blonde dressed and rushed from the building, her hand reaching up to grab her crucifix more than once and telling herself she would never come back.

“Ah. The gay little Christians got it bad. I’m going to have fun with this one.”

Fleur walked home as fast as she could without breaking into a frantic run, trying to escape her embarrassment and failing miserably.

“How was your first day, Fleur?” Her mother asked in greeting as Fleur entered. Eris smiled at the blush that returned to the blonde’s face and the quite vivid images of Ana’s body that ran through her mind.

“It was fine, mostly, but I think I prefer my bike.” Fleur tried to rush past and leave the conversation at that, but was stopped as she rounded the corner into the dining room and saw the man sitting at the table.

“There! I guess you were right to wait. This is exactly what we need. Suave, handsome, clearly wealthy.” Horace cawed as he hopped from Eris’ shoulder to the table. The man sitting there smiled broadly at Fleur, movie star good looks matched with perfect white teeth. He stood as Fleur approached and they exchanged cheek kisses.

“Blake. I… I thought you had a meeting today?” Fleur asked, surprised and trying to keep a smile on her face, her thumb fidgeting uncomfortably with the ring on her finger.

“Oh amazing. The little lesbian has herself a little beard. She will probably thank me when I steal her away from him,” Eris said, picking up an apple from a bowl on the table and taking a bite before setting it back down, unnoticed. Horace swore under his breath, his suggestion ignored yet again.

“It was moved to this afternoon. So I thought ‘what would be better than sharing lunch with my two favorite women?’” Blake answered, smoothly taking Fleur’s gym bag and pulling out a chair for her.

Fleur reluctantly took the seat while her mother swooned a little before heading to the kitchen to get the lunch prepared for them by the help.

“This will be fun,” Eris said, moving to stand behind her new little toy and putting one hand over the girl's head.

Fleur stiffened, a sudden image of Ana wet and naked appearing in her mind. She tried to shake the thought but it remained. Instead of fading it grew more intense. Eris twitched one finger and Fleur swore she could feel Ana's body pressed against hers once again, feel the sensation of the woman’s soft skin on hers, the softness contrasting with the hard muscle she could feel beneath. Her eyes and lips, so close, lips she had once pressed to her own in a kiss teenage Fleur had wanted so desperately but adult Fleur had done everything to forget. She bit back a whimper and tried frantically to think of an excuse to leave the table. Her mother chose that moment to re-enter, however and every bit of her concentration turned to hiding what she was feeling from her face.

“I’m so glad Blake could join us, aren’t you Fleur? You two don’t get to spend nearly enough time together,” Her mother said as she sat the food in front of the two would-be lovebirds. Her eyes stayed on Blake for a beat too long, the smiling young man’s own meeting them and not looking away. Fleur was far too occupied to notice. She could only nod and plaster on a smile she hoped didn’t look too unnatural and hope her stiffening nipples weren't visible through her blouse. Slowly, far too slowly, the feeling and image of Ana faded and she was able to start picking at the food on her plate.

“I was thinking. What do you think about moving the wedding up a little, sweetie? December, maybe?” Blake asked though Fleur knew he had likely considered it done. Fleur’s already floundering appetite died completely and she set her fork aside. What is wrong with you? You should be happy, ecstatic even! She tried to **** the emotions into place, make herself okay with the idea of moving the wedding she didn't want six months earlier.

“That sounds… that sounds like a lovely idea," Fleur said, her voice meek and accepting. Liar. You're a liar, Fleur. The little self dig barely touched her however, lying not coming close to her other sins that day.

"Excellent, your mother agreed as well and already called the venue. She wants your opinion on some of the winter settings," Blake continued and began to ramble on about the wedding. Fleur let him talk, letting the sound wash over her mostly unheard until a bored Eris moved again, tapping Fleur on her head and filling her mind with new, far more explicit imagery.

Fleur gasped and almost fell back in her chair. In her mind she saw her and Ana making out, both of them naked and sweating, bodies pressing together. Ana pulled her hair back hard and her mouth slid down to her neck and then lower. Fleur shut her eyes and tried to drown out the unclean thoughts but they refused to fade. Instead she saw the two of them in bed together, Ana once again on top and starting to grind her pussy agai...

“Fleur!? Are you okay sweetie?” Fleur jumped as her mother’s hand found her shoulder. She shuddered, the last thing she wanted in that moment was to be touched by her mother. Blake was finally silent, looking at Fleur as if she had grown a second head. The thoughts were suddenly gone, leaving Fleur breathless and stunned in her seat. Eris moved away, cackling to herself while Horace pecked at the bitten apple, nervously. "You… you were moaning, dear."

“I was? I’m not.. I’m not sure. I think I need to go and lie down, if that's okay?” Fleur asked, shame nearly drowning her. Her mother nodded before worriedly watching her flustered daughter stand. Neither her or Fleur’s fiancée said a word as she walked to the stairs and then slowly up them. Fleur could feel the slickness between her legs with each step and was sure she would ignite in hellfire if she didn’t get away right that second.

Alone in her room (though less alone than she thought) Fleur didn’t feel much better. What had just happened to her? She had been cured of thoughts like those long ago. They couldn’t all come back because of one freak run in with the first, and only, girl she had kissed. And to be this strong… She groaned and tossed herself on her bed, covering her head with her pillow and failing utterly to not think about it any longer. _Stop! Fleur. You are better than this. You made a promise. _She wanted to scream. Instead she took a deep breath and focused, clasping her hands together in supplication.

"Pathetic little child. No one is listening. I would know." Eris cooed as Fleur began to pray. The witch drifted up and over in a spin that landed her weightlessly on Fleur's headboard, looking down on the praying girl.

"Only you, Eris. Though you certainly have a big enough ego to think you’re a god. Best not start granting prayers though," Horace snorted.

Usually prayer helped Fleur, usually it brought peace. This time Eris made sure it brought aching nipples and a dripping pussy. Fleur's pious words faltered on her lips as the feelings began to overtake her.

“Oh. Oooooh my aahhhhgh!” Fleur gasped and jerked her hands apart. She sat up in a growing panic. She shouldn’t feel like this, she never felt like this. She… she just needed a distraction. A book, music, anything! She reached for her bible but hesitated at the thought of what prayer had just brought her. She grabbed the T.V. remote instead and flipped it on, **** for anything to occupy her mind. On the screen was the paused movie she had been watching the night before, a secret favorite of hers when she had been in high school. The fact that her parents had banned her from watching it because of the ‘witchcraft’ it portrayed only made her hesitate a second. She had far worse transgressions on her plate this afternoon, watching a movie wasn’t going to tip the scale at all.

She pressed play.

“Eris. I think it's clear you’ve hit a dead end," Horace said, watching the fidgeting woman. "A girl alone in her bedroom is unlikely to continue whatever game you’re playing. I say we take the fiancée. Hell, take the mother too, the two are clearly fucking. We could be back on track and maybe even make your deadline.”

“Horace. There is the next link.” Eris said, turning the bird's head towards the television and the witch who was on it with one finger. The witch's long red hair trailed behind her as she flew over a dark forest on her broomstick, bats trailing in her wake. It was instantly clear why the poor Christian girl found this particular movie so interesting as the camera panned to show the gorgeous pale face of the girl and her bright red lips. “Poor choice for a girl trying not to think of beautiful women,” Eris remarked.

As Fleur focused on the woman the connection was made and Eris' spark jumped over three thousand miles across the Atlantic. The distance didn’t matter, nor the time. Eris followed the binding power as it moved from woman to woman. She dragged Horace with her once again. As she left she tossed back one more spiteful curse, spiking the goodie two shoes arousal by several times. Fleur clutched her cross, eyes going wide and her other hand forming a fist that she shoved between her legs.

“FUCK!”