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A/N: Another Inamorato tale for you here. Prowl gets drugged by Oilslick's concoction for Sentinel who wants his own back on the cocky ninjabot.
This is a very cracky chapter. Prowl is very OC but then he's high. Poor Lockdown can but stand on the sidelines for this one.

Little backstory to Chromia and Prowl here; she tricked him into interfacing he has gotten his revenge. You'll have to check out Cybertronian nights to read it ^__^

High

Oilslick eyed the neon sign with bemusement as he approached the door. He recognised the ‘copter as Blackout and the other a large bouncer was familiar. He searched his cortex for a name. Ah yes Lugnut. Oilslick made it a point to remember the names of mechs that he encountered or was expecting to encounter. It was much easier in his line of work to be able to charm ‘bots to your way of thinking if you hadn’t ruffled any feathers.

He put on his most delectable smile and approached the entrance. “Lugnut, Blackout what a pleasure it is to see you both again. I trust you’re both doing well?”

“Uhh... do we know you?” Lugnut frowned in confusion. Oilslick smiled even wider.
“Of course, I know you remember me Blackout!” His slick vocals rolled off his glossa with practised ease as he flung his lithe arm over Blackout’s shoulder. “Do you not remember me? Oh I am hurt.” He widened his red optics innocently and glanced up at Lugnut. “You must remember me Lugnut, fighting in that battle with Megatron?”

“I remember all battles that I have fought in alongside Almighty Megatron.!” Lugnut retorted, still unsure as to who this mech claimed to be but not wanting to appear foolish if he proved to be someone of importance.

“There you go then! And I must say I have seen you fight in the arena.” He nudged the large ‘con lightly. “Very impressive.” He preened, watching as Lugnut swelled a little at the praise. “Well I have business to attend to inside gentlemechs so if you don’t mind.” He flicked something smoothly into each of their hands as he glided past them. “Have a little something on me.”

“We’re not allowed to accept gifts from patrons when we’re working.” Blackout stated, taking to his role with pride. “Especially not whatever this is.” He squinted at the little transparent pouch, filled with a bright pink liquid.

“It’s only a pick me up, I imagine you’ll be working long hours?”
“Yes but...”

“Well good, you’re welcome. Now if you’ll excuse me.” Oilslick gave them a sly wink as he ducked inside the doors to Kaon’s newest and most popular attraction.

He was pleasantly surprised upon entering Inamorato. The ethereal blue lighting cast an eerie glow onto the swishing veils and large purple and black cushions. The soft hue of lighting changed gradually to a warmer colour, it reminded Oilslick of a sunset reflected in a lake, he’d seen upon a brief visit to Earth gathering supplies.

Oilslick was a chemist, a scientist, a mech who appreciated beauty in most of its forms. Beauty for him was usually down to symmetry and mathematical precision, the lighting changed ever cycle, not enough to be distinctly noticeable but just enough to lull a mech into a pleasantly relaxed state. Oilslick was impressed. His optics caught a flash of pink. He let out a purr and a wide grin graced his features. He was also a mech to make the most of beauty when it presented itself to him.

He walked smoothly over to the quaint little bar, catching sight of that slight, delicately pink chassis. “You have got to be Arcee.”

The pink femme stood from her crouched position and smiled at him. “The very same and you are?”

“The name’s Oilslick.” He lifted her hand gracefully to his lips pursing them gently. “I hear this lovely establishment is your pride and joy?”

“Mine and Strika’s yes, we’re very proud of what we’ve accomplished here.”
“You should be, I’ve heard good things and I only hear that which is worth listening to.”
“Is that so?” Arcee’s mouth quirked in amusement. “So what will your pleasure be this evening?”
“Oh I am just here for the fine cocktails my dear.”

“Are you sure, we provide for varied and eclectic tastes.” She smirked as Oilslick raised her hand to his lips once more.

“Well a certain femme has caught my optic but I have a feeling she is a little out of my price range.” He winked at Arcee who found his attempt at charm both amusing and nauseating.

“Hmmm... the bartender will be back shortly, please enjoy our hospitality. I recommend...” She draped herself over his shoulders seductively while pointing at the cocktail list. “A touch of pink. It’s well within your price range and the only touch of pink you’ll get this evening.” She murmured into his audio softly before slinking off to the office, smiling at her guests as she passed them.

Oilslick watched her go, taking in every inch of her curvy frame. “Damn if I wasn’t working.”
“She would still let you down easy.”

He twisted in the direction of the smooth voice and his jaw fell slack. “Well now, you are a surprise.”

“I aim to please.” Prowl responded dryly as he wiped down the bar. “Apparently.” He muttered as he caught Oilslick watching him closely. “Would you like a drink?”

“Surprise me hot bot, make me a cocktail, sky’s your limit.” He grinned as he pressed credits against the bar. “Get one for yourself while you’re at it.”

Prowl glanced over his shoulder at the credits. “I’m not permitted high grade while I’m working nor do I make a personal habit of drinking it.”
“Please, I insist and if I’m not mistaken the whole concept of this place is for companionship no?”

Prowl didn’t respond as he busied himself with the cocktail, his back to Oilslick who was drinking in the sight of his black and gold curve and the delicious movements he made as he mixed the drink for him. Oh yes everything about this place was beautiful.
“I thought so.” He continued in light of Prowl’s lack of response. “Nobody is saying it has to be high grade.”

Prowl turned to face him gracefully pouring the now cloudy deep violet liquid into a tall stemmed crystal glass, his expression unreadable as he placed it in front of Oilslick. Oilslick held his optic as he waited patiently for Prowl to pour himself a drink before taking his own, a sickeningly sweet smile on his face.

Prowl let out a faint sigh of defeat and placed a small cube on the bar. Pouring in his own personal concoction he raised his cube politely. “If you insist.”

Oilslick smirked and drank, his optics resting on the ninjabot as he sipped his own drink. “Mmmm.” He keened softly. “This is delightful. Thank you for the drink and the company Prowl.”

“How did you...?”

He moved away from the bar before Prowl could finish, without a second glance finding a secluded, comfortable spot along the wall. He sank into one of the large cushions with a contented sigh; drink in hand, his precious case in the other.

His deep red optics took in every inch of the room, noting every guest who walked through the door. He sat back and waited for the right mech, the right moment and a certain guest he was expecting.

His optics glinted as a proud blue Autobot sauntered through the door, pausing to make his unimpressive presence known before heading cockily over to the bar, making a bee line for the ninja. Oilslick smirked wickedly. “Business is looking up.”
****
Meanwhile from the top of the balcony came an audio shattering shriek. The door to Chromia’s favourite room slammed open. Oilslick’s optics snapped up at the racket as the femme screamed loudly.

“PROWL!!!”

“Vhat iz going on!” Strika bellowed, emerging from the office. Everyone was now staring at the hysterical femme.

“Look what he did! Look what he’s done to me! I’m ruined! It won’t wash off!!”

Strika heaved a heavy sigh her optics darting over to Prowl who shrugged. “I have been here the entire time.”

Chromia practically flew down the stairs and screeched at Prowl like a banshee making sure to pick up Sentinel’s freshly poured drink and throw it at him, the pink energon splashing over his dark frame. She ran sobbing towards the baths at the back, weaving through startled customers, her usual bright, light purple and white coloured chassis smeared with large blotches of deep purple which seemed to be embedded into her metallic framework as if it had been rubbed in.

“Hang on Chromia that room is occupied!” Arcee yelled after her.

“I suppose vhe should help?”

The two femmes ran after her as her continued hysterics filtered into the main room, the screaming now joined by the shrieks from the bath house’s inhabitants.

“Prowl be a dear and keep an eye on things.” Arcee shouted back over her shoulder. Prowl merely nodded as he wiped the spilt energon from his chassis.

The ever so slight smirk from the ninjabot was not lost on Oilslick. The devious mech clearly had something to do with the drama. This peeked Oilslick’s interest, he was always on the lookout for mechs who could prove useful to him and in his world every mech had a price. Even prudish, arrogant Autobots. All he had to do was wait for his guest to arrive and then he could get started on some proper mischief.
****
Sentinel planted himself down with a huff of a sigh, mumbling about stuck up ninja bots as he slurped his high grade. Oilslick listened carefully, to his grumblings. It seemed that the mech had been turned down outright by Prowl. This amused Oilslick, why was Sentinel so interested in Prowl anyway? He was momentarily distracted as Arcee and Strika exited the bath house with Chromia who now was a funny shade of violet. Well at least it was even. She still had to work; she shot daggers at Prowl with her optics as he tended his bar, ignoring her completely. Oilslick watched as Sentinel approached Arcee clearly with some kind of proposition in mind. Tuning in his highly focused audios he caught traces of their conversation.

“That is a high price Sentinel, are you sure you want to pay that for him?” Arcee questioned lightly.

“Well I figure it as you’re the boss; this is a lot of credit so he’d be hard pressed to refuse.” Sentinel smirked as Arcee considered his proposal.

“Ok I can ask him, his contract allows him to refuse you though, no matter the attractive payment you’re offering I can’t force him.”

“You can persuade him.” Sentinel replied defiantly, not willing to take no for an answer.

Oilslick was now most definitely intrigued. Why did the acting Magnus want one night with Prowl so much? He narrowed his optics as Arcee had a quiet word with Prowl. The ninjabot scowled over at Sentinel and shook his head vehemently to his boss. Before turning back to his bar signalling the end of the conversation. Arcee merely shrugged as she approached Sentinel.

“I tried darlin’. We have plenty of others to choose from if you’re interested?”
“No. Forget it. Where does he get off rejecting me!?”

Arcee looked bemused, also confused by Sentinel’s sudden interest in a ‘bot she thought he hated. “Let it go love. Come find me if you change your mind about the offer.” She smiled sweetly before disappearing once more.

Sentinel slumped in the closest seat gulping his high grade down in annoyance, glaring in the direction of the bar.

“What I want to know is what a classy mech such as yourself would want with a ‘bot that is obviously below your standards?” Oilslick spoke smoothly, startling Sentinel who hadn’t realised he’d sat at his table.

“What’s it to you?” He snapped sharply.

Oilslick smiled and laid on the charm. “I’m merely curious; you’re clearly an upstanding member of society.”

“You got that right.” Sentinel mumbled quietly, milking the praise clearly a little put out by the rejection.

“Here let me buy you a drink and you can tell me all about it.” Oilslick moved over to the bar without waiting for a reply and returned with two cubes of high grade, handing one to Sentinel he gestured to the seat beside his own. Sentinel accepted reluctantly and took another large mouthful of high grade.

It didn’t take long for the large ‘bot to open up about his previous albeit overcharged advances towards Prowl and how Lockdown had humiliated him in front of everyone, him the acting Magnus and now Sentinel had decided to get one over on the bounty hunter. He’d faked a message to the bounty hunter, pretending it was Prowl who had contacted him and asked him to come back to Inamorato. Sentinel had planned on seducing Prowl by any means (even if it meant paying) and making sure that Lockdown knew about it and with any luck caught him in the act and was unable to do anything about it.

Oilslick smirked, as he listened. Sentinel got more fed up as he realised his plan wasn’t going as he wanted. Prowl was simply too stubborn and too prudish without the aid of high grade.

“What if I told you, that you could still get what you wanted and more?” His optics met Sentinel’s as the ‘bot stared at him.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that I have a means to an end.” He patted his case sitting on the table. “For the right price.”

Sentinel’s optics widened in realisation, before a sly grin spread across his mouth. “Name it.”

“Well I obviously wish for credit in advance and a final payment when you’re finished. I will forgo the final payment however if you get me something.”

Sentinel frowned he wasn’t about to be duped into doing something in which he could be caught. “What?”

“There is talk of a special mushroom, in the organic room here, myself and a friend were going to try and get it this evening. Now I am led to believe that Prowl himself tends this room so if you were to seduce him all you would have to do is wait until he fell into recharge, of course I have no doubt that you will be able to wear him out, then grab it and leave. Simple.”

“Hmmm well your price is a lot more reasonable than what I would be paying for him outright.” He rubbed his large chin. “Count me in.”

“Excellent.”
“Count me in too.”

Both mech jumped at the soft purr of Chromia’s vocals as she slipped into a seat beside Oilslick. “I want that ninja brought down a peg for what he’s done to me. I can pay.”
Oilslick eyed them both carefully. “Hmmm, so you wish to humiliate him and you Sentinel wish to seduce him?”

“Sounds about right.” Chromia responded her optics still locked suspiciously on Sentinel.

“I may have just the thing.” He smiled at them both as he opened his case slightly and revealed a small pouch of blue liquid. “Payment now please, then you can get to work.”
****
Oilslick handed Sentinel a dropper with the transparent blue liquid. He played with the credits in his fingers as he watched both ‘bots work surprisingly well together. Chromia distracted Prowl with a fake apology for her outburst and while his back was turned Sentinel slipped in the blue liquid into Prowl’s drink still resting on the bar. Sentinel remained at the bar when Prowl returned, waving his energon cube for another drink.

Chromia glided back to her trademark spot dancing around the pole. Her optics watched Prowl closely as he finished his drink. Now all they had to do was wait.

Luckily with Prowl’s body not being used to most kinds of intoxication recently, they did not have to wait long. Chromia almost laughed out loud as Prowl began dropping glasses onto customers as he served them drinks. After the fourth time she was almost laughing at loud at the now very flushed expression on Prowl’s face.

Sentinel smirked at him. “Getting tired Prowl?”

“I... I’m fine. Just time for my break.” He sat heavily onto a stool next to Sentinel, before he stumbled. His head was swimming and his body was filling up with strange yet pleasant tingling warmth that radiated outwards. Prowl blinked behind his visor as he tried to focus, something was wrong. His drink someone must have put something in his drink. He turned, too quickly as he reached for his cube in an attempt to analyse it and slipped off his stool. He found himself in Sentinel’s arms, the large blue mech smiling down on him warmly.

Prowl suddenly felt overcome with an overwhelming urge to kiss the mech who had caught him. He smirked as he crawled his way back up the chassis a tiny smile forming on his lips.

Sentinel repressed a chuckle as Prowl began running his fingers over his frame delicately, the drug which was a potent aphrodisiac according to Oilslick, was taking effect. He straightened in his arms his blue visor slightly dimmer than before. “I was wondering Sentinel, how much were you willing to pay for me this evening?”

“Oh well... umm... I...wasn’t going to put a definite price on it, was a generous amount let me assure you.”
“Really?”

Sentinel nodded caught off guard by the ninjabot’s ministrations along his frame as he circled him slowly. He yelped in surprise as Prowl leapt onto his back, dipping his head into his neck, he licked all the way up from his collar fairing to his audio sensors, his liquid vocals sending shudders down his back strut.

“How would you like me...?” Prowl kissed his cheek lightly. “For free?”

Sentinel’s optics widened, this was working better than he thought, in his growing arousal he almost forgot the reason he was doing it, Lockdown. He pried Prowl from his frame and led him over to his seat. “Not just yet, let’s just spend some time together first.” He fought the urge to roll his optics and snigger.

Prowl raised an orbital ridge at him and laughed. He whipped off the satin apron and flicked it into Sentinel’s face before pushing himself up to perch on the bar, he lifted his legs and sprawled seductively along the bar. Resting his head in his hand as he propped himself up on his elbow, he traced a line down Sentinel’s chest with his finger. “I’d rather not wait.” He purred deeply.

Sentinel’s mouth fell open at the display, ignoring the involuntary growl from his engine as Prowl pulled him towards him.

Chromia was bent double on the podium in laughter as she watched the erotic display from the normally so straight laced Prowl. This was better than she could have imagined. Her optics darted to the door as it swung open. Her grin widened as she leapt from her podium and headed for the office. Discreetly she turned the lock on the door with a faint click. Nobody was going to spoil this night.
****
Lockdown spotted Oilslick sitting by himself chuckling. He headed over ignoring the shocked looks from the other guests as they watched the bar intently.

“I suppose that’s your handy work with the two sleeping beauties outside?” He rumbled in amusement. Oilslick nodded amidst his laughter.

“Don’t often get to see you laughing this hard. Who died?”

Oilslick smiled up at him patting the seat beside him. “See for yourself.” Lockdown sat and looked in the direction Oilslick was pointing. His jaw dropped open as his optics were greeted by the sight of Prowl pleasuring both himself and a stunned Sentinel while lying sprawled on the bar counter.

“This is all for you, you know.” Oilslick continued chuckling.

“What are you talkin’ about? I only agreed to come back here because that slagger over there contacted me and said he wanted to make amends.” He growled angrily unable to take his optics off the writhing ninja bot who was now clawing at Sentinel’s blue frame and letting out delicious moans of arousal that caused Lockdown’s sensor net to tingle.
“Prowl didn’t contact you my friend, he works here. Sentinel did, this is all his work, with a little help from yours truly of course.”

“You didn’t?”
“I did.”
“Why?”
“Why do yo
u think? And they agreed to get me that item that I originally came here for. You know the one I was going to give you a cut of if you helped me?” Oilslick met Lockdown’s glare with a smirk. “Guess I won’t be needing your help after all.”

“Frag this! You will give me a cut, we will get the item, but first I have some unfinished business to attend to.”

Lockdown strode over to the bar where Sentinel was now locked in a passionate kiss with Prowl. With a snarl he snaked his hook around Sentinel’s waist and sent him flying backwards onto his aft.

“What the slag?! Lockdown!”

“What did I tell you about laying your hands on him?”

Sentinel smirked smugly. “Well if you must know he laid his hands on me first and I didn’t even need to pay.”
“Oh no, so how much of the drug did you give him?”

“I... ah... don’t know what you’re talking about.” He stammered.

Lockdown’s optics narrowed dangerously. “Sure you don’t kid.” He turned to Prowl who was no longer where he left him. He spun round as he heard that rich voice laughing. His optics fell on the podium where Chromia was snaking her slender frame around Prowl’s as they danced erotically with each other around the metal pole.

Cheers and hollers were coming strong from the guests now as the two dancers pawed each other seductively, caught up in the music, which Chromia had arranged especially.

Lockdown’s jaw fell slack as he watched Prowl dance and gyrate in time to the music, the two ‘bots were practically giving each other a lap dance for the crowd. He felt his systems heat up involuntarily at the alluring sight of Prowl leaning over Chromia’s slight frame clutching at her waist as he kissed her neck and chest, she was bent elegantly her hands gripping the pole as Prowl chuckled lightly. His hands slipped over hers when he pressed against her kissing her deeply.

He smiled at her as he pulled away leaping down from the podium leaving her frustrated. She tried to move but found her hands tied to the pole with a red satin cloth. Prowl’s apron. She swore loudly as the guests whistled and cheered, unable to free herself.

Lockdown went to grab hold of Prowl before he made a beeline for the other guests. Sentinel stood in his way. “You can’t just come in here and claim him bounty hunter.”
Lockdown noticed Oilslick slip off unnoticed out of the corner of his vision. This whole charade was his fault. “Prowl you’ve been drugged, you don’t actually want to ‘face with Sentinel.”

Prowl looked up at him, his slender arms draped around Sentinel’s neck from behind. A tiny smirk tugged at his mouth. Grabbing Sentinel he pulled him into a fierce kiss that left Sentinel gasping as he pulled away. The black and gold mech grabbed Sentinel’s hand and glided past Lockdown never taking his narrow optics off him as he led Sentinel to the Organic room. Lockdown caught Sentinel’s wrist as he was tugged past him.

“This is not over, between you and me.” He growled menacingly. Sentinel leered at him victoriously.

“No, it’s not between me and Prowl either, don’t worry I’ll make sure he has a lot more fun than he had with you.” He let out a haughty laugh that was cut off by the door slamming shut behind them.

The room was slowly degenerating into chaos as overcharged mechs started taking over. Lockdown sighed; he quite liked this place and did not want to see it go to the pits. Chromia was shrieking in anger, kicking her legs out at the pawing hands of over eager guests. He took a deep intake and unlocked the rattling office door.

“Lockdown! What the frag have you done to my bar!?” Arcee shrilled angrily as Strika grabbed the bounty hunter by his collar fairing.

“And vhere iz Prowl!?”

“Hey, hey! I’m the good guy here, you really should be more careful about who you let in this place.” He struggled in Strika’s surprisingly strong grip. “And what’s this I hear about Prowl working here?”
****
Oilslick ducked behind the heavy red velvet drapes, to avoid being seen. The drapes encircled the glowing blue/green mushroom he was after. He cursed as the leaves beneath his feet rustled softly; glancing around the drapes he was greeted by a very aroused Sentinel getting fondled by Prowl who was undoubtedly riding on the euphoria of his special concoction.

Oilslick couldn’t help but grin at his own handiwork as the ninja floored the blue ‘bot surprisingly fast before leaping on his frame eagerly. Sentinel yelped as Prowl bit into the cabling exposed at his neck, licking away the resulting energon he purred deeply, pulling Sentinel into an arousing kiss. Oilslick couldn’t help but watch, he was a mech who appreciated beauty after all, feeling the heat of his own arousal prickle his senses as Prowl unsheathed Sentinel’s hard spike.

Sentinel moaned loudly ‘Primus he’s so tight.’ He thought as Prowl lowered himself slowly over his lubricated spike. Prowl began to ride him slowly building up an achingly slow rhythm. Sentinel was not a patient ‘bot and while he was both pleased his plan worked and aroused at the sensual touches from Prowl, he was a mech who liked to be in control. He grabbed hold of Prowl’s tiny waist flipping him onto his back. The black and gold mech arched into him, as Sentinel’s weight pushed him deeper inside the hot, clenching valve.

Oilslick’s mouth had dropped open with arousal, his glossa licking his lips with want as Sentinel topped Prowl and began driving into him deeply. The sounds coming from the ninjabot were erotic and sensual. They increased in volume as Sentinel increased his pace, their gasping and moaning caused Oilslick to tremble, his hands drifting to his own spike fingers stroking it absently as he watched Prowl clutch at the leaves lining the floor, crushing them with his fists as he overloaded.

Sentinel followed soon after, letting out a groan of release as his transfluid emptied into Prowl’s valve, already wet from his own fluids. Pulling away he grinned at the satiated ‘bot. “Well it’s been fun.” He made to get up. Prowl moved fast and Sentinel found his wrists locked together with stasis cuffs.

“What the...?” His optics were wide as Prowl stood over him and gently pushed him onto his back. He strained to see what Prowl was doing behind the red drapes. He stared as the black and gold mech approached, with a strange looking mushroom in his hands. “What do you want me to do with that?!”

“I want you to lick it.” Prowl purred dropping down to straddle Sentinel’s waist. “No, I’m not licking no disgusting organic plant!” He couldn’t even squirm as Prowl brought it closer to his mouth. “No, you can’t make me!” Prowl chuckled darkly as he ran his glossa over the mushroom’s head, Sentinel watched agape as he lowered down, unable to stop him he surrendered to the searing kiss as Prowl’s glossa toyed with his own. The taste was sweet and delicate, he moaned into Prowl’s mouth.

A strange euphoric sensation came over him and he felt his spike seeping lubricant as intense arousal hit him hard. He growled at Prowl who bit his lower lip as he gazed down at him. “Mmmm that’s better. If I have to be high so do you...”

“You knew?” Sentinel murmured dreamily as he felt slender fingers enter his valve.
“Mmhmm.” The low vibrations of Prowl’s vocals almost made him overload right there in his oversensitive state.
“You didn’t stop... OooOOHH... wow...!”
“Couldn’t, didn’t want to.”

Sentinel cried out in frustration as the fingers were removed from his wet valve. He desperately needed overload. “What does it do?” He slurred.

“Makes you go longer.” Prowl whispered as he pushed his spike slowly into Sentinel’s clenching valve. “Amongst other things.” He added softly, his voice slow and sleepy sounding. The two mechs groaned with each grinding thrust of Prowl’s, he removed the stasis cuffs allowing Sentinel to engulf him with his arms, gripping him tightly as he pushed further into him, picking up a furious pace. They cried out repeatedly, all senses focused on their next overload and the next and the next, this went on for over a mega cycle.

Oilslick stared on in amazement, his own arousal ebbing as he pumped his spike dry. That mushroom was potent; it was going to make him a fortune. He cleaned himself off, stepping out careful to avoid the writhing moaning mechs now pressed against the wall. Prowl was held firmly in Sentinel’s lap as the blue ‘bot thrust hard into his valve, making him scream out loud with pleasure.

Oilslick lifted the delicate mushroom and made for the door only to be stopped in his tracks as the door swung open forcefully. Arcee and Strika glared at him, as a drowsy Blackout moved out of the way having spent his remaining energy trying to open the locked door.

“And just vhere do ya think you’re going?” Strika demanded. The two sluggish bouncers reached in and grabbed him dragging him out of the room. Arcee lifted the mushroom from his now cuffed hands.

“You won’t be needing this.” She placed it on the floor. Her head lifted at the erotic sounds coming from the far corner of the room. Her optics widened as she moved inside.

“Ooohhh Proowwll... YES... more... faster please... oh fraaaAAAAGG YES PROWL YES!!”
Sentinel roared through yet another overload, his hands slapping to the floor as he arched into the lithe ninjabot, who let out a soft moan of pleasure. Prowl suddenly jerked his head back as he hollered loudly, his entire frame shuddering from over stimulation.

Arcee closed her mouth and backed out of the room.

“Iz Prowl ok, vhaz he drugged?”

“Yeah... he’s going to be fine...little embarrassed maybe... the poor dear, but fine.”

Arcee smiled, her cheeks slightly flushed at the image of the two mechs caught in the throes of overload. “Make sure we write up that bill for Sentinel before he leaves.”
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