Witch’s Apprentice

You are in a group of sexy middle aged women who are in a book club. Recently the group started hosting wine parties to watch Agatha All Along on Disney Plus, and are picking witch stories for the book club. One of the members, Cheri 52 year old grandmother that recently took up belly dancing, was a little drunker than normal suggested a moon bath. The “coven” agreed. Under the light of the full moon, you and your fellow book club members—a group of sexy, middle-aged women—lie in your bras and panties in the wooded backyard, having agreed to Cheri's suggestion of a moon bath. The cool grass feels good against your skin, and the smell of damp earth and blooming flowers fills the air.

As you stare up at the sky, a sudden gust of wind picks up, and the trees around you sway and creak. Suddenly, a beautiful redhead enchantress appears before you, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly power. She smells intoxicating, and you feel a strange pull towards her.

The other women in the group seem to feel it too, and they all rise to their feet, entranced by the witch's beauty. She smiles, and a wicked glint flashes in her eyes.

"My, my, what a delicious group of women I have found," she says, her voice like a purr. "Which one of you shall I choose to be my apprentice?"

You feel your heart race, and you can't help but feel a thrill at the prospect of being chosen. The other women seem to feel the same way, and they all step forward, vying for the witch's attention.

But the enchantress only has eyes for you. She walks towards you, and you can feel the heat radiating off her body. She stops in front of you, and you look up into her piercing green eyes.

"You," she says, pointing a long, slender finger at you. "You shall be my apprentice."

You feel a shiver run down your spine, and you can't help but nod your head in agreement. The other women in the group seem disappointed, but you can't focus on them—all you can think about is the beautiful redhead in front of you.

She takes your hand and leads you deeper into the woods. The trees grow thicker, and the air grows colder, but you don't mind. You feel protected by the enchantress, and you would follow her anywhere.

She leads you to a clearing, and in the center is a large, stone altar. The enchantress gestures for you to lie down on it, and you do so without hesitation. She begins to chant in a language you don't understand, and you feel a strange power coursing through your veins.

The enchantress then starts to cast a spell, and you can feel yourself changing. Your body feels stronger, your senses sharper, and you can feel a new power growing inside of you.

As the spell comes to an end, the enchantress leans over you and whispers in your ear. "From this moment on, you are no longer just a mortal woman. You are a witch, my apprentice, and you will serve me and learn from me."

You nod your head, still in awe of the power you feel coursing through your veins. The enchantress smiles and helps you off the altar.

"Now, let us return to your friends," she says. "I have much to teach you, and I'm sure they are eager to learn as well."

As you make your way back to the book club, you can't help but feel a sense of excitement. You are a witch, and you have a powerful enchantress as your mentor. You can't wait to see what the future holds.

As you and the enchantress approach the group, the other women seem hesitant at first, but as they see the look of pure joy and excitement on your face, they can't help but be drawn to you. The enchantress introduces herself and explains that you are now her apprentice.

The women are amazed, and they all want to know more. The enchantress agrees to teach them, and she begins to share her knowledge of witchcraft and the supernatural.

As the night goes on, you and the other women learn how to harness the power of the moon, how to brew potions and cast spells, and how to communicate with spirits. You feel a sense of belonging and sisterhood with these women, and you know that you have found your coven.