The New Maka

Maka strode through the streets, a strut to her step and a wink ready for any cuties she happened to come across. So far she hadn’t much success with finding any entertainment; perhaps she should have invited Blair along. Her sexy catgirl friend always knew how to have a good time no matter the situation. She was just thinking about heading back to either pick up Blair or mess with Soul some more when she saw the bright lights of Chupa Cabras.

Decision made, she headed on in. She greeted the mustachioed bartender with a dip at her waist bringing the lovely cleavage of her D-cups into view for him. Glancing towards the back of the cabaret club, she wasn’t surprised to see her dad lounging with both Risa and Arisa draped across his sides. She sauntered over, swinging her hips in the way that she knew drove Spirit crazy, “Hey dad! Fancy seeing you here!”

Spirit’s head lifted and his eyes bulged as they involuntarily shot back and forth across Maka’s delectably displayed body, “M-Maka! What-What are you doing here!?”

Maka rolled her eyes at her father’s theatrics as she took a seat next to Arisa, enjoying the way the woman’s soft thigh felt against hers, “Hanging out with my dad, of course!” She patted her lap and grinned with Arisa slipped over to drape her hands around her neck, their bosoms pressing together, “Why hello Maka! We’ve missed you!”

Spirit was leaning over his knees and having a tantrum about corrupting his daughter and begging her mom to forgive him. Maka ignored it which was easy to do with a pretty professional entertainer in her lap. He’d calm down in a few minutes anyway.

It took another half hour but Soul finally got over his annoyance with Maka. He honestly could never stay mad at her for long and it wasn’t like they didn’t have Kishin souls to collect. But when he went to find her, he found the entire house was empty. Huh… That was weird. Maka was pretty serious about making him a **** Scythe and becoming the best Weaponmeister. It wasn’t like her to skip out like this and while he’d been pissed, she certainly hadn’t been. Or at least he hadn’t thought so.

Soul rubbed the jade stone absently as he wondered where Maka was.