Chapter 4 by Lukundra

What does Mikaela do?

Go after it!

"There's no way I'm gonna let that little freak run around in *my* home!" Mikaela decided. She quickly started forward again, walking determinedly up to the car she'd seen the little pest scurry under. It was an old, run-down car she was in the process of stripping for parts. Mikaela lashed out, kicking the driver's side door.

"Hey! You'd better come out from under there, freak!"

The little Decepticon's mocking, nasally voice echoed from beneath the car. "What are ya gonna do if I don't, sugartits?"

Mikaela's face flushed bright red. Did he seriously just call her that? Furiously, she snatched up a nearby crowbar.

"I'll just have to come down there and rip off your damn head you perverted asshole!" she shouted, smacking the roof of the car with her makeshift weapon.

"Ooh, I'm so scared!" He called out, somehow sounding even more irritating.

Growling, Mikaela got down on her hands and knees and peered under the car, squinting into the darkness. She crawled forward until her upper half was under the car, not caring about the way her breasts pressed against the concrete or her ass stuck up into the air while she swung her crowbar around under the car, yelling threats. This meant that when the mini-Decepticon rolled up behind her, having stealthily sped out from beneath the car the moment she'd bent down to look for him, she was inadvertently putting on quite the show.

The Decepticon was practically drooling as he took in the heavenly sight before him. Despite being an alien machine, he'd always been fascinated by human women, so he had to admire that tight ass as it flexed and jiggled from Mikaela's exertions, just barely being contained by those little short shorts. It seemed a shame to keep them cooped up in there. Grinning evilly, he brandished a large pair of scissors he'd found lying around in the shop.