Maria was sure that at some point that most girls would sit down and dream about their happily ever after. Â Design what that might look like, little games about weddings, talking about cute boys and giggling at school. Â Even before she knew she was gay, Maria didnât even have it in her to playact those kinds of things, seeing the wreckage of her home life and deciding before she even realized she was making a decision that romance just wasnât for her. Â How could it be when she saw every day what monsters it made people? Â Crimes of passion, they used to call them, but Maria just saw what it was. Â The possessive nature of love gone wrong and sheâd seen it with her father enough to know that some of it was woven into her DNA.
But that had never stopped anyone from trying to change her, the odd girl here and there, seeing something broken in Maria that they thought they could fix just by loving hard enough.  And sometimesâŠyeah, sometimes they would catch Maria off guard enough that she might think they had something, but then sheâd panic and tank the relationship before they got any further, sliding into another cycle of booze and casual sex until the world started to feel something closer to right again, meaning that Maria started to feel the weight of loneliness settle over her shoulders like an old friend.
This though. Â Even in Mariaâs most self-destructive moods sheâd never gone so far as to try and pick up a stripper, which seemed as close to paying for it as she could get. Â She knew she tread the line between what was legal and what wasnât plenty of times, but never on this. Â It was one of the few moral stands she took. Â But there was something about this woman, and even if Maria wasnât convinced sheâd be asking for any more money, Maria knew sheâd give it if she was, and that was almost enough to spook her. Â She couldnât help but get to thinking too much, the farther Marvel got away from her, and that just made Maria drink a little more than she meant too. Â Not enough to be truly drunk, Maria could hold her liquor, but enough that the edges of the world started to feel hazy.
It just made Marvelâs appearance all the more electric, and even if Maria had her own doubts swirling around in her head they were quieted in an instant, and like any addict, Maria knew sheâd give whatever was necessary just for a continued taste of what Marvel had to offer; long expanses of pale skin, the enticing swell of her breasts, tumble of golden hair, but most of all that sinful look in her icy blue eyes.  Maria didnât know how anyone became an addict on first glance, but here she was, willing to throw every bit of herself away for just one more hitâŠ
She stood and let her eyes slide up over Marvelâs body, still as distracting even when it was covered in the thin robe she was wearing and grabbed the offered hand with a small smirk. Â "Iâm coming,â she confirmed, lifting her free hand in a half wave to the bartender before letting Marvel lead the way out the door. Â The blast of cold night air should have been enough to make Maria feel a little waken from her stupor, but all she did was drop Marvelâs hand to wrap her arm around Marvelâs waist, something incredibly possessive in the whole thing that Maria was sure she should have been embarrassed about but simply couldnât work up the will to be. Â She murmured a quick question as to which was Marvelâs car, seeing her own police cruiser sitting there in the nearly empty parking lot like some kind of accusation. Â
But she ignored it and walked the woman towards her car, and didnât even wait for the awkward moment of trying to negotiate what exactly they might be doing now, your place or mine, Maria took matters into her own hands and grabbed Ms. Marvel by the hips and pressed her against the driverâs side door of her car, tilting her head to look into those ever-stunning icy blue eyes. Â She reached one hand up to carefully tilt the womanâs chin up, a soft caress of one thumb over her cheekbone before giving in, forgoing any questioning and capturing Marvelâs full lips with her own. Â There wasnât anything soft or sweet about the kiss, Maria didnât tell lies like that, not when they both had to know what this was. Â It was hard and needy, Maria unable to completely keep the desperation out of it as she licked over the womanâs lower lip, and then nipped with her teeth, fingers tightening on Marvelâs hip as she pressed her harder against the door of the car. Â When she pulled back it was only because her lungs were fighting for breath, and she only moved away half an inch. Â "This okay?â she asked, her voice husky and low against Marvelâs ear, not even waiting for an answer really, before she started to kiss at her neck, already too far gone.
Out of all the places Carol thought she might end up in life, her current situation in Illinois of all places, was the last she had expected. She was going to school at the University of Chicago, a job as a stripper was only supposed to be something on the side that was paying for her college. Still, there was something about it that drew her in more and more, maybe it was a late stage of rebellion that never quite faded away, or maybe it was just the constant need for attention that was never given to her. Either way, there was some major factor in it that kept here there all those years, despite having options to go elsewhere. She never tried to think too hard about it, just go along with the hand that life dealt her and called it a day. Trying to reason with the things that happened in her life was never a good thing for Carol to partake in.Â
By the end of the night, the club usually shrinks in size and the workers just want to go home. Carol was always one of the girls who could keep the energy up, despite the environment and the men who get a little too friendly (and drunk.) However, tonight was one of those rare nights in which she was practically counting down to the last call, to being able to leave because she had a very interesting prospect waiting for her. A woman who had caught her eye from the moment she saw her, and Carol had a feeling that the feeling was mutual on the otherâs end. She did her best to not go home with customers so willingly, or even get that touchy so early in the night, but she couldnât help herself. She felt the need to throw herself at the other, for lack of better words. Maybe it had been longer without some action than she thought, maybe it was the fact that the woman looked at her differently than everyone else had. There was desire in the womanâs eyes, but it was more of a fiery passion than a drunken stupor of desire. There was something so much more different about it.
There was a small hint of excitement inside Carol when she realized that the woman, was in fact still there, waiting for her. She could almost predict exactly how the night was going to end from there, it was just the technicalities of whose place they were going to end up at, and how they were going to get from point a to point b, but those were minor details that she figured they were going to get taken care of in a matter of minutes. It was going to be a âwhoeverâs place is closerâ because Carol is sure sheâs made the woman wait long enough, she even stayed her whole shift just to see her.Â
As she lead the woman towards her car, Carol couldnât help but smirk a little once she felt her arm wrap around her waist and instinctively leaned in closer to her. It didnât take long until she felt her back land against the driverâs side of her car and the womanâs lips were pressed against her own. Carolâs arms quickly came up to wrap around her neck in an attempt to try and pull her in closer. The kiss was rough and needy, exactly what she had been expecting, and craving, if she were being honest. Once they parted, Carol opened her mouth to quickly protest the end of the kiss until she heard the question posed and the kisses being pressed against her neck. She leaned her head to the other side in an attempt to give her a bit more access, before nodding quickly. âGreat, amazing, way more than okay.â she breathed out. âBut I do think we might want to move this from the parking lot. I donât want my boss coming out here and seeing this, or even worse - customers thinking this is a thing I do all the time.â she said with a slight smirk.Â