Interrupted By The Driver

The Ikiryō continued as best as it could with its little experience, failing to notice the doorknob giggling, and a light knock on the door. After a pause the interruption became apparent to the Ikiryō, as a loud bang on the door echoed through the bathroom, followed by a familiar female voice.

“Harley! You in there!?”

Harley scrambled to buckle her pants, and throw her shirt back on.

“I’m here! Just give me a second!”

Responded Harley, as she turned on the faucet, splashing water on her beat red face.

“I’ll be out in the car! Don’t be long!”

The voice added, before presumably leaving. Harley grabbed some paper towels, and patted her face dry, her heart still pounding from the whole scenario. She looks at herself in the eyes in the mirror, and takes a deep breath, as her heart beat. The Ikiryō was certain if someone else was in the room then they would of heard the pounding of her heart, as she tried to calm down. Sighing, she throws out the paper towels, and leaves the bathroom.

Leaving the warehouse the Ikiryō kept Harley’s head down, and avoiding eye contact, as she passed the henchmen moving boxes. The bright afternoon sun burning Harley’s eyes, as she looked for the car, eventually finding the owner of the familiar voice sat in a golden convertible. Seeing the woman finally jogged the memories of how she was familiar, she was Dinah, a singer at a club who had saved a drunk Harley from being kidnapped the other day. Dinah was a beautiful blond, wearing a black blazer over a golden top that was small enough to see her black bra. Shes wearing sleek black pants, with a big gold belt. Her blond hair parted off to the left side of her face, kept in large braids.

Harley quickly made her way over to the car, and entered the passenger side, her panicked hands accidentally activating the lock on the seatbelt multiple times as she tries to quickly buckle up, her wild eyes darting back up to meet Dinah’s cool demeanor staring down at her.

“What the hell did they do to you?” Dinah says looking down at Harley’s chest, her calmness quickly changing to concern. Harley looks down at her chest, seeing her nipples poking through her thin white shirt, the Ikiryō must of forgot Harley’s bra on the bathroom floor, as the cold air from the bathroom now leaves no room for the imagination.

Harley’s face turns red again. “O-oh, I must of left it in the bathroom, it’s fine, I’ll just go g-“ Harley starts to leave for the warehouse, but Dinah grabs her arm and stops her. “No, don’t, their just pervs, I don’t even wanna imagine what’s probably happening to that poor bra. Uh... hold on... here, put this on.” Dinah says, she takes off her Blazer and hands it to Harley. Harley puts on the blazer, and it’s just a little too large, but she buttons it up anyway. Dinah gives Harley a little smile, before turning the car on.

“So, where to?” Dinah asks, looking back at Harley.