Dirty Costumes, Dirty Minds
Any minute now the doorbell is going to ring. I really should have gotten ready quicker, but I wanted to make sure I didn’t miss a thing on this costume. The mirror sure doesn’t seem to be disappointed, but it never hurts to be a little extra sure before you head out the door. We probably should have gotten dressed together since we’re going as a bit of a ‘theme’ group, but I didn’t want Lisa or Sarah getting a look at me until I had at least most of the work done.
This city has its fair share of raves, but none of them are as intense as the annual Halloween shindig down in the old abandoned chem factory at the edge of the industrial district. Everything outside is too loud or abandoned for anyone to give a damn how loud we get. It’s beautiful.
I’ve heard rumors that someone’s paying off the cops to look the other way, and I wouldn’t be surprised. Might not be the safest party? But it is the most fun party.
Plus the candy they’ve got down there is just the best. Just looking at my eyes in the mirror makes me think just how trashed I’m going to be by the time I get back home. If I’m not bloodshot and grinning by an idiot it’ll be the most boring time I’ve gone since I was sixteen when I was too shy to seek out any of the real fun.
My dye job is perfect. Black hair, shorter than I really like it to be not going past my neck, but at least I get to keep my bangs. It’s actually black too, in that black without a sheen of blue sort of way.
My top is black, a t-shirt with the shoulders cut out and a skull right between my breasts. It might be a size or two too small, but all that does is make it so the teeth of the skull are just a little stretched. It’ll make my tits that much more eye catching, and I can dig that.
Gray shorts feel a bit of a weird fit, but if I want to be authentic I’ll have to settle for losing some of what makes it so fun to just toss on a skirt and go out partying. At least its tight enough to cling to all of the right places. Shows off plenty of thigh, too. I’ll still be eye catching as fuck, and that’s really what I care about most. All eyes on me.
The combat boots feel silly coming up too close to my knees, but they do make me look a little bit tougher. Top it all off with the black nail polish, the black lipstick, and being so pale my skin glows in the dark anyway and this is one perfect Dust costume.
Nothing has been louder in the news this year than the sting on Chronos. I could dress up like one of the capes who took it down, or I could dress up like the bad girl I am... and who is more of a bad girl than Dust? The stories that leaked about what she’d do to people, the comics people came out with and spread around online... Nobody’ll probably even remember her in a year, but while they do, I’m going to take advantage of looking good in black to ride on her popularity.
The doorbell rings and I give my mirror a quick wink before running over to the door to pull it open slowly with a little smirk. “Hey ladies.”
Just as I hoped the two of them are already in costume. Lisa is wearing what looks like an adorable pink and white school uniform completed by knee high pink socks, and Sarah is wearing one of her mom’s black power suits only with one of her own too-short skirts. The red blouse with a few too many open buttons might be challenging my top for dominance of everyone’s attention, but I won’t be falling out if the beat gets a bit quick.
I might want everyone’s attention – and I fucking do – but that doesn’t mean that I need it that badly. A rack like mine can grab eyes from across a crowd without needing to be exposed. Sometimes its about what you can’t see.
The feminine mystique, I think.
“Lookin good, lookin good Anette. But I thought that Dust wore a mask? Y’know, one of those pointy ones, like a couple of diamonds with cut outs for her eyes?” Sarah grins as she steps in, her eyes jealously looking over my costume. Maybe a bit more than jealously, but that really isn’t so much my thing. I’m not dressing like this because I like that. “Does this mean I get to boss you around all night? I know we talked about it before but I think it would really add a lot of credibility to our costumes.”
“You would say that, you little slutbunny.” I grin and give Sarah a quick wink as Lisa’s cheeks turn pink. “Oh come on Lis, I meant Sarah, not you. You’re more of a slut-gumdrop if anything.”
Her cheeks burn darker, which makes it all the more impossible for Sarah and I to hold back laughing at the poor thing. It’s almost too easy for Lisa to pull off that innocent schoolgirl look that Pink has. A villain-chick who gives people candy in their heads? So a perfect costume for Halloween, too. I’m hoping to get the candy a bit further south, but not really from Lis.
Lisa crosses her arms over her chest. In that getup, if I was her I’d learn to cross my arms under my tits. Emphasis and all that. “L-look, I’m going for the music, okay? I love trance music, and you don’t really get good concerts for it around here, just raves. S-so I’m going with you to complete your costumes, but I’m not...”
“Not a slut?” Sarah moves around me to playfully elbow Lisa’s side as she closes the door. “We just need to find you someone to help change that! Someone who enjoys a good trance track – and where are we gonna find someone like that?”
The two of us share another laugh, and a quick high five. I might not be going out with these two tonight because I’m looking to get in their panties, but they do make for hella good company.
Lisa huffs a little more as she moves over to plop down into the center of my couch. I remember when we met, maybe three years ago at the New Years rave. She’d looked almost as young then as she does in the Pink getup now, even if she was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She stuck out like a sore thumb, not on anything, not wanting to crawl on anyone, just rolling her hips to the music’s slow deliberate pace. It was like the music was a part of her.
When it was over I offered to buy her a drink and she’d thought I was coming onto her. It was just as adorable as it sounds. A few drinks later we were both laughing at it, even as Lisa was blushing at some of the ways I confirmed just what I wouldn’t have minded finding at that rave.
I think she called the way I mentioned wanting to be riding something hard and long as “crude phrasing”. I more remember how innocent she looked flushing like that and trying to find a way to change the topic even if she was obviously relieved. I would have never believed a girl like her went to a party like that if I wasn’t right there dancing beside her, admittedly a fuckton more under the influence than I think she’ll ever be.
We became friends quick after that, and then we started going to more and more ‘events’ together. Safety in numbers – and more fun to go home alone if you at least have a friend to share the night.
In the present, Lisa really hasn’t changed much from the girl I met back then. “I’m not a slut, and I’m not lookin’ to change it! Maybe if I meet someone at one of these things who actually likes the music... and doesn’t need to be wasted to appreciate it...” Lisa can’t even bring herself to finish vocalizing the thought. Her cheeks are so red I wonder if she’s feeling faint.
“Yer missin out, babe. Me? I find myself the right person at that party? Bam. Don’t care if they’re there for the music – only if they’re cumin’ for me, you know what I mean, Lis? I dooon’t mean arrivin’. I mean squishy squirmy hip shuddery—”
“She gets the point, Sar. I’m all for getting’ fucked, but come on, I don’t need the blow-by-blow. Hmm. I haven’t blown anybody in like a month. Maybe I do?” I grin and Sarah gives me another high five as I plop down on the couch beside Lis.
Thinking back, none of us has really changed much since we met. Sarah might be dressed like a professional slut now, but she doesn’t need that getup to bring those sorts of thoughts to mind. I met her at a Valentines Day show – one for singles who were hoping to become one in a whole new way. She was wearing shorts so small and tight I thought she’d just slapped on a thong and some body paint.
Even I have to admit she had one hell of an ass in those shorts. That halter top was half over her tits, and a lot higher a few times during the night. We met getting some candy to make the night a little bit more fun, and met after the party to talk about our exploits.
We’d both had plenty of fun that night, dancing horizontal, vertically, and a few different angles that don’t have convenient names. If I need a girl to go out with to help me find some body for one night of fun, there’s no one I’d bring with me over Sarah. She’s good enough to not even try takin’ somebody I’ve got my eyes on, but if she calls ‘em first then I’ll let her have them too. Only thing that can make it a bit of a downside is just how eager she is to convince me a little makin out on the dance floor would make it a lot easier for both of us to get lucky.
She swore she was straight the first time she said it, but I see the way she looks down my top. If she wants to stay in the closet? Fine by me. It means that I don’t have to worry about her pressing the issue.
I can just imagine her trying to convince Lis to kiss her in the middle of a dance. The shades of red she’d turn might just be worth convincing her that our probably-virginal little Lis would totally say yes if she asked. But then who knows, Lisa might rub off on Sar and I’d lose my partner when I want to go out on the town for a little casual sex.
That would just suck so fucking hard.
“You so, so do. We can totally find somebody for you, and me, and maybe even Lis! The three of us, all done up like this? We are gonna be able to get away with whatever, or whoever, the fuck we want.” Sarah winks, and looks down at her top like she’s considering losing another button.
You would never believe that Sarah’s mom is a high powered attorney. You would believe that Sarah is going for a communications degree. I thought those were just something you put on your resume to let people know that you wanted to, or had done, porn. You learn something all the time when you keep around fun friends like mine.
“So, can we like... Head out to the ‘festivities’ already? I feel so silly wearing this bright pink lipstick.” It’s almost too bad Lisa isn’t pale enough to just blush a light pink. “Maybe dancing’ll make that wear off...”
I shrug and rise off the couch with a smirk. “You’re gonna feel a little silly all night, Lis. That’s part of wearing a costume. But totes, let’s get out of here, get dancin, and feel a whole lot less silly... and a whole lot more hot.”
I was afraid we’d show up unfashionably early. There’s nothing more... lame than being the first one to try dancing to the music. Everyone else that shows up takes one look at you and figures you were hopping foot to foot outside waiting for everything to set up. It stinks of desperation. I’m hoping to get a little action tonight, but not from someone who thinks I’m desperate.
Lucky for us it gets dark early enough this time of year and this is one of the best parties of the year. No one wants to miss this. All of the desperate people camped outside.
By the time we show up, the party has already been really thriving for awhile. The bass beat thuds through me and gets to be the first thing at the party to get under my clothes. That head to toe bone-deep vibration is something I only feel here, so it makes all those parts of me that’ve had so much fun at these parties quiver more than the music makes them. A tongue on my clit right now would work wonders, but the music knows me way better than anyone I’m going to meet here tonight. I might not be Lisa, but I do come here for the music, too.
Cuming for, or to, music doesn’t sound so bad either. Maybe that’s her thing. Audiosexual? There’s a fetish for everything, so that’s gotta be one of ‘em.
The crowd parts for us as we make our way in, and I let my grin fade into a dull smirk. Dust always smirks in all of the pictures the news showed while trying to get people to report any sightings. All of the comics always have her smirking. I’m way more of a crooked-grinner, but I have to make my costume authentic.
Lis giggles, and the sound is so infectious I have to fight to keep my smirk. It’s too bad that she didn’t think to bring a baggie of pink candies, but that’s a lot easier to find around Easter. Maybe she’ll keep the look around until March or April or whenever and wear it again then.
I’m not surprised when Sarah puts her arms around our shoulders, and pulls us in in just such a way that our bodies are squeezing her tits together. Letting her be the one in charge might have been a bad idea, but she already had the long black hair. Imagining Lisa dressing up as a corporate type is hilarious, and I’m not going to wear a wig. I’d be more upset if the crowd didn’t give a few hoots and plenty of leers my way.
“Wow, they really look just like those Chronos babes!”
“I’ve got all the candy you need, Pinkie! On the house!”
“I’d vacuum up that Dust any fuckin’ day.”
Perfect.
I let my smirk turn a little cooler as we make our way into the middle of the factory floor. Anyone I want is totally mine tonight. I roll my hips with the song, dancing against Sar without even worrying that she’s going to take it as an invitation. Doing that as Dust kissing The Lady really wouldn’t be the same as doing it as Anette kissing Sarah. Those two probably kissed all the fucking time if half of what I’ve read online is right.
It might be an old chem factory, but it’s perfect for a dance floor. The main room is really, really long. Lots of the old metal vats take up room, but they’re also covered with stereo equipment so you get that throb from every direction at once. Some of the smaller ones now have doors for a way to have a little private time.
I’ve heard if you find one of the event ‘organizers’ they have the old office keys. I’ve never been bent over a desk before, but maybe this’ll be the first time. Can’t say I’d mind that.
Eyes stay on us even after we’ve found a place to dance beside one of the really big vats. Plenty of people have costumes. More than a few firemen, slutty nurses, and I think I see a Jade and an Omega Girl. Even a Psyche and a Blue Fox. Why you’d come here dressed as a hero I don’t know. They really wouldn’t approve of the zoning, much less the ‘nutritional supplements’. I’ll need to get Lis to help me find whoever made her that offer.
Getting good stuff for free is the best.
I twirl around to get a better look at the crowd and rub back against Sar a bit. She rubs back, confirming things that much more. No one really stands out like we do. Plenty of people look like they came together from the way they’re grinding, but they don’t have a theme.
Even a naughty girl like me knows you have to get into a holiday like this. No rules about what you’re supposed to do, just a bunch of demanding to get what you want or you’ll do something nasty? Who doesn’t love a holiday that tells you to do that and gives you permission to hide who you are and dress up like somebody else? The least you should do is get into the moment.
“Hey.” A woman’s voice jolts me out of my crowd gazing as she pokes my shoulder a little bit roughly. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”
I turn towards the poke and can’t help but start laughing. Sarah and Lisa stop dancing too, and just stare right along with me. “Dancing. And having a good time. Don’t get all bitchy with me just because I pull off the costume better than you, babe. I’m just here to have a good time, not deal with drama. Are you even old enough to be out late as this party goes?”
Her costume isn’t bad, but that tone of hers pisses me off. It’s like she thinks she’s so much better than me. Her hair is cropped short, and a nice shiny black, which goes well enough with the black t-shirt. The sad thing is that the skull in the middle is just sort of laying against her chest.
Between the two of us, I definitely have the better rack. Then she’s just wearing a dark gray skirt and a pair of black sneakers and black socks. How unintimidating is that?
Plus something about her just looks young. Not innocent or anything like Lisa, just young. Maybe it has something to do with her being kinda short and having such a soft face. The black lipstick helps, but that’s really all the makeup she’s got on. Her skin could be covered in white makeup and I wouldn’t be surprised.
“Yeah!” Sarah grins, and moves around behind the short little wannabe and drapes her arms over her shoulders as she keeps right on dancing. “You wanna hang with us, that’s fine. I think you’re kinda cute, and another Dust for The Lady isn’t half bad.”
Lisa’s cheeks burn, and she takes a step away as she keeps right on dancing. Confrontation really isn’t her thing. Not mine either, but I handle it better than that.
The girl grins, and looks up at Sarah. “So you’re The Lady, huh? Really?” The little bitch sounds more amused than anything, like somehow the three of us are one big joke. “So I guess that makes you Dust, and you... Pink. Hm.” She turns, reaching up to hold onto Sarah’s arms as she looks right at Lisa who just tries to keep dancing like nothings happened.
I don’t blame her. Something about this little snot feels... wrong. I’m pale, but she’s like a sheet. If she was a little cuter you could call her skin milky. It does look startlingly... clean for some reason.
Can’t put my finger on why, but I’m not sure if I really want to.
“Yup, I’m The Lady for tonight! Here to tell all the good boys and girls to party all night!” Sarah dances behind the wannabe, rolling her hips side to side. She doesn’t seem to mind that her arms are being held.
Nothing is really going too wrong yet, but the grin on that little chick’s face makes me want to bolt. Lisa looks like she feels the same way, if a little bit more... obvious about it than me.
This is just silly. She’s just some chick who had the same idea for her costume that I did. Knowing that doesn’t make me feel any calmer when she grins more, her eyes hooding. “Sounds fun. All three of you look pretty... fun. You know, if you come with me, I can hook you up with some of the new stuff that’s been going around. On me.”
“No shit, huh?” Sarah grins, and looks over to me. “Whaddya say we get out of everyone’s way and see what this cute little thing’s got for us?”
Lisa frowns, and finally stops dancing. The situation is finally impossible for her to ignore. Fight or flight time is kicking in. “You really think that’s a good idea? I’m really not into that scene anyway, maybe you should just leave it be...”
As much as a part of me wants to agree with her, more of me wants to have fun tonight. I came here to get loaded and maybe get fucked. With no one around that makes me really want to push for the real fun, that just leaves me with one option and I’m not going home empty handed. Music and dancing is fun, but it’s not enough for a lady like me.
“Hey Lis.” She looks to me, her frown lightening just a little. “Why don’t you come with us then, and if what she’s got isn’t on the level you can help us out?”
My pint size doppleganger grins. “Come on, fun-size. I don’t bite, and if you don’t want any, I’m not going to waste the good stuff on you. Why would I? But I wouldn’t want you to be all alone out here. That doesn’t sound fun at all.”
Lisa quivers. Visibly. “I don’t know...”
Unfortunately for her, or maybe all of us, Sarah is way more into this. She pulls away from shorty and grabs Lisa’s hands. “Well, I do! This is Halloween! Risk! Danger! We’re gonna get some candy, and the candy girl herself really oughta be a part of it, don’t you think? Come on, no refusing, just saying yes and letting Sarah force you to help us have a good time!”
“Then come on, ladies. You won’t be disappointed.” I shrug, and follow the woman deeper into the chem plant. She looks like she knows this place even better than I do, though I’m not sure if that should really be inspiring dread. If I was a dealer I’d want to know all about the place I was setting up shop, too.
She leads us up the metal stairs, and across one of the catwalks. We’re going into one of those special offices. Whoever this chick is, she’s definitely connected. Maybe getting to know her wouldn’t be such a bad idea. I’m sure there’s exclusive benefits knowing the right person could give me. Even if she’s as straight as Sarah, it could still be worth the risk of ending up passed out and waking up without my panties.
She opens up the door to one of the larger offices, and motions inside. This one even still has blinds on the windows, and furniture inside. Sarah goes first, her arms wrapped around Lisa as she practically forces her in with her body. I follow behind, and then she closes the door behind us.
It’s about now that I realize she isn’t carrying a purse, or a backpack, or anything like that at all. Where could she be hiding the good shit?
Not in her bra, that’s for sure.
“So. Ladies. I have to say you’re a group of cuties, but you got a few... important little details wrong on your costumes.” She steps up to Sarah, and slides that clean hand along her cheek. Sarah quivers, and even I tense up a bit. She moves like a predator. “First... The Lady never wore red. She wore blue.” Her hand trails down along Sarah’s cheek, down her neck, and rests brazenly over her exposed chest.
Sarah’s breath catches in her throat. I can’t believe this little thing would just act so... I don’t even know what to call it. This is just... really not a normal way for people to act. At all. Lisa makes a worried little squeak. Can’t blame her this time.
“W-well yeah, i-in that one picture that’s been going around, sure? But she had to wear other colors some days... right...?” Sarah’s voice is quivering. I can hear her breath as it goes so much quicker.
I’m interrupted from watching the scene playing out in front of me by the weirdest itch on my shoulder. When I reach up to rub it away there’s a gritty feeling that meets my hand. Gritty, dirty, and... itchy. I try to rub it away, to brush the dust off of my shoulder, but it only makes my hand itch, and my shoulder itch more.
I’ve never been the kind of girl who can resist scratching an itch, so I try harder, before pulling back my hand. It was just a little itch, but there’s the weirdest thick chalky dust sprinkled across my hand.
Taking a step away from Sarah and the freakshow, I notice that it isn’t just my shoulder. My shoulder is still itching, yeah, and something about that makes me feel a little dizzy, a little light headed... but the whole office is really, really dusty. I’m not sure it was when we first got in here. I might not have noticed. The room isn’t big, and this place has been abandoned for so long I probably would have just ignored a little dust anyway.
But this isn’t just a light little sprinkling of dust. It’s even in the air, little bits of it here and there, everything covered in a light sheen of gray...
I move back to lean against the desk to steady myself, and brush some of the dust off behind me. That same itchy tingly gritty feeling starts up in my other hand, and I try rubbing them both off on what little there is of my shorts.
“R-really, does it matter if you’re right...? I mean it’s just my blouse anyway...That’s really like... the least important part of my cossstume?” Watching them from behind all I can really see is Sarah, but she’s trembling, and it sounds like her lips are having trouble pulling apart. I totally called it. She’s really just that easy for anybody.
Then her hand reaches up and starts rubbing at her cheek. Rubbing, scratching, something about that sounds like a bad sign but I can’t really place why. My thighs feel itchy, and my shoulder is still all tingly.
Lisa sneezes. Some of the dust has started to settle over her, making that pink-and-white getup look so much more... messy. It didn’t look like that when we came in. I know that for sure. At least I’m pretty sure that I know that? Everything feels a little wrong, like I’ve had way more to drink, or swallowed way more fun pills than I have so far tonight.
It’s a really nice feeling though. Really... light headed, warm, fuzzy... Feels like something is getting cozy in my head, just twirling and twisting and settling down. Really nice...
“Course not. Barely even matters. Besides, it’s the part you could do without the most. Why don’t you just lose the blouse, and take a seat back behind the desk? You look a little bit dizzy, anyway.” She sounds so pleased with herself and it makes me squirm just to hear her voice. Not that it’s getting me hot, but it just sounds all... wrong.
I’d move for the door or something, but it’s so far away, and my legs are starting to itch anyway. Some of the dust is settling over my chest, and I brush it off only to let out a quiet little whimper. Now my tits feel just as itchy. Really, really itchy.
I struggle to keep my hands on my thighs as Sarah moves dazedly around the desk, settling back into the big office chair with a tired sigh. No, tired isn’t the right word. She doesn’t sound sleepy, she sounds gone. Really, really gone, like in another dimension where she can’t even remember that this one is a thing. She’s even smiling like that, her eyes looking a little bit... fuzzy. Distant.
She keeps rubbing at her cheek, at her neck, and at the front of her chest. It reminds me just how itchy my breasts are. I squeeze my thighs together to try forcing that thought away. I can feel it like gritty little bits of something rubbing me just enough wrong. My nipples feel so stiff, and that’s nice, but I just want to claw at them.
But I’m not going to do that with my friends watching. Wouldn’t want to do it with this new chick watching either. I think she’d enjoy it too much. Instead I just close my teeth around my bottom lip and keep rubbing at my thighs. I just wish it would help!
Lisa whimpers, leaning back against the wall. She looks pretty, with little flecks of dust across her face like freckles. It makes her look even younger. It makes her look like she really should be a pink loving little schoolgirl, eager to shove handfuls of candy into her mouth. I don’t know if she has a sweet tooth, but she’s definitely a bit more candy loving than athletic.
The little bitch climbs up onto the desk, grinning like a kid with her hand in the cookie jar. “There. That’s a lot better. Sitting back in your office just like The Lady should be. You look good like that. Do you feel good like that?”
Sarah nods, groaning out a little as she rubs across her chest. It looks almost lewd, but more... desperate. She’s feeling the same itch that I am. I’m not even sure how I know that, but just looking at her I know it, and it makes me have to squeeze my hands between my thighs to keep them from shooting up and mauling my breasts.
“Yuh-huh... F-feels... MmMmmm... real good... just like The Lady should be. Itchy though... nnn really itchy. It just keeps getting worse...” Sarah speaks almost the same words that I would, and it makes me whimper and squeeze tighter.
The insides of my thighs start to itch, and I let my hands rub and rub and rub as I listen to the little girl talk. “Well, that’s what happens when your costume isn’t perfect. But, you know what would make it more perfect? If you lost the blouse. Really. It throws it all off.” She grins a little more, and I feel it all across my itching body.
Sarah groans, and somehow manages to pull off the jacket so much faster than it looks like she should be able to able to. Her mom’s jacket. It’s so dusty. So dirty. It hits the ground, and a cloud of dust rises up into the air. I don’t know why I’m watching, I should look away, but soon she’s unbuttoning that red blouse and tossing it away, too.
More dust rises up into the air. I feel like I should be sneezing, coughing, and I do once, but I don’t need to, it’s more of an instinct. Something I feel I should be doing but really don’t need to. Something automatic. Something irresistible.
Something deeper than understanding, and a thousand times itchier.
The room smells like old newspapers and really old books, but if that tasted good. My mouth feels like I chewed up some of that chalky valentines candy. Dry. So dry. I feel like I’ve been rolling in sand, only its dirtier than sand.
“There, isn’t that better? You have nice pair of tits, I must say. Very nice... You should really rip off that bra, too. The Lady was one crazy slut, you know. Fucked anyone she wanted. Whenever she wanted.” She sounds so damned sure of herself. I’d get more upset at her bossing around my friend if Sarah didn’t seem to fucking love it so much.
While Sarah starts working at her bra, I notice my arms are covered in dust. Thick, chalky gray dust, all over my arms. I groan, and brush it off, trying to be extra careful as I brush some more off of my chest.
F-fuck! Its even worse now! I catch myself starting to clutch my tits as our dealer looks over at me, and shove my hands back down between my thighs. Which was an even worse idea, because now my pussy is starting to itch. Don’t understand how, it feels as itchy as my tits, but instead of feeling just dry it feels like slicky stick honey with little bits of itchy tingles teasing along my slit. I try to rub through my shorts, but that only pushes it deeper.
I let out a pitiful cry, and that short woman just grins so much... darker. Her lips are just as black as mine, but something about hers look meaner.
She looks away from me and back to Sarah. I’ve seen her topless before, but never like this. She’s covered in sweat, skin glistening and covered with so much of that gray dust, the same gray dust covering everything. She can’t keep her hands still, rubbing over her breasts, squeezing them, clawing them, making little red lines run all over them... it looks so good just to watch, like I can experience my own relief through hers.
Her nipples look so sore when she starts clawing and twisting them, and it makes me clench and twist sympathetically. I lick my dry, dry lips, and whimper. “S-sarah, y-you shouldn’t be—”
“Shush. It’ll be your turn soon, dirty girl. You’re just as itchy as she is. And Dust never wore shorts. Too tight. Not enough easy-access. You’d itch a lot less if you got rid of those... don’t you think?” She winks, her voice almost sing-songy, but... not in a sweet cheerful mindless sort of way. In a plotting, mischievous, naughty sort of way.
But she’s right, I can feel it in my itching pussy. It sounds better than rubbing myself against my hands through my shorts, and maybe then I wouldn’t feel so hazy and heavy. They are soooo tight.
I unzip them, and tug them down exposing my black lace thong. So wet. Somehow it’s already speckled with gray bits of dust. Getting the shorts off is hard... I can’t work them down past my boots!
Whining out I struggle and tug as hard as I can, feeling my chest bounce in the most itchy way the more that I squirm. Shirt is so tight too, that can’t be helping, but I need to get these shorts off! When I finally manage to tug them past my boots I let out a mewl of relief and kick them across the room.
More dust plumes up into the air, mingling with Sarah’s mewls as she tugs and rubs at her breasts. They look so red, but she just can’t stop. She looks feverish, sweating so much, her gaze looking so distant. Her eyes are barely open...
“There, much better, for both of you. Both of you are very dirty girls, with very, very dirty minds... Great thing about a dirty girl? She’ll do anything if it feels good.” She grins more, reaching out to stroke along my cheek. For just a moment, while she’s touching me, all of the itchiness just feels... gone. Melty warm hot. “What’re your names, anyway? I’d ask ‘The Lady’ but I think she’s a bit busy attending to her... corporate needs.”
“”Mmmm Anette...” I moan it out, trying to rub into her hand and get more of that sweet cool relief of her touch. “She’s... She’s... Sarah... then there’s... Mmmm Lisa...Lis... Mmmm so itchy but you... you aren’t... you look so clean...”
I say it before I even realize what I’ve said. Her skin is still so paper-white clean. Everything about her is so perfectly, immaculately clean and perfect. Not one of her hairs is out of place. Her lipstick looks so... perfect. She isn’t scratching or squirming, either.
Me, I can hardly slow my hands as they rub the itch between my thighs. Rubbing my drenched thong into my pussy feels so good, but I can’t reach that spot where the itch is... it’s too deep. Even if I reached inside I don’t think I could rub it away, and that makes me whimper. So itchy, so dizzy so... tired. Just want to rest my head in her lap and ask her to make it all feel better.
Did she give us the good stuff after all...? I feel so... itchy... So...
“Sarah, huh?” Sarah groans, but I can’t turn to face her. I can barely keep my eyes open. “Funny. If I ever see Her again, I’ll let Her know that a Sarah thought she could replace Her. She’ll laugh.”
Everything feels so... slow. So gritty. Everything but her. “Why’re... why’re you so... so clean?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? Just because my name is Dust doesn’t mean that I am dust. I mean I am dust, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not the best dust there is.” She grins, and holds out her hand like she’s going to blow me a kiss... and then blows a handful of dust right in my face.
I groan out as my eyes flutter so helplessly shut. The dust feels like sleep across my eyelashes, holding them together, trapping my eyes shut. I can’t open them. Wouldn’t be able to if I wanted to, but I don’t.
The itching feels better now, so much better. I reach inside myself, rubbing, trying to get to that dust inside of me. My hands are so dusty, just rubbing more inside of me, which makes everything tingle and feel so sleepy, so warm so...
Lips press to mine, so hard, so raw. I can taste lipstick. I kiss back, not even really thinking about it. Her lips feel so good, so yummy and full even if she’s so small.
I know its her because her lips are clean, but I feel so dirty and... wait... Dust? Did she say she was Dust, like... that Dust? Everything just feels so much like I’m asleep, it’s hard to concentrate, hard to focus, hard to... hard to know what to do, hard to know I should be worried when it feels so good to thrust my fingers so deep inside and feel that itch only burn and tingle more someplace even deeper.
“Dirty girl, falling into my dirty world... I like this part the most. When girls like you stop arguing. Stop worrying. Just start rutting yourself like some fuckpet that doesn’t even know what’s happening.” She laughs, but she’s right. She’s so right, and I can’t even make myself really care. It feels so, so good, and I feel so dizzy, so...
Dust laughs, tisking to... I don’t know who.
Wouldn’t matter. I can’t even open my eyes. At some point I laid back on the desk, but I cant remember when. My legs feel so heavy, my arms too, but my fingers are still light enough to move.
“You know, Pink looked innocent, but she might have even been worse than me given the chance. I’ve seen some of the girls that go full pink, you know. Wearing long pink gloves, rubbing themselves all the time, rolling around and giggling like mindless idiots... But your friend over there? I think she’s the real deal. You should see her.”
I feel my top going up, and Sarah starts moaning more pitifully, louder somewhere behind me. It feels better to have that shirt not squeezing my aching tits, and even better when my bra comes up over them.
Lipstick lips wrap around my nipples, teeth pressing... so firm it should hurt, but I feel so fuzzy-dream-numb that it just makes me moan like Sarah is moaning. When my nipple slides free it feels so... thick with those lips.
“She managed to actually keep her clothes on. She just started sloooowly sliding down the wall, and then started rubbing against it. It was cute. I’m not even into cute, more a dark kinky girl myself, but I’ve got to admit it made me go ‘aww’ somewhere inside.” She grabs my other nipple and slowly twists harder and harder as she pulls it taut before letting it snap back to place.
I cry out, whimpering as my fingers start to get too heavy to move. Her lips press to my ear. More of that thickness rubs off as she blows in a stream of hot warm dust. I groan. My eyes try to flutter but their lids are still trapped so tightly shut.
“Not that you’re going to ruin my rep by telling anyone about that, are you, my dirty clone? I think there’s more dust inside of you now than anything else. Just a little moany dustbunny cumming herself stupid. That’s all you are. Maybe all you’ll ever be.”
“Moany... dustbunny... cumming... cumming... g-gonna... yesssss!” Somehow she knew just what was going through my body. I can’t resist it, hold it back, do anything but ride the waves as my body shakes and hot wet slick heat burns its way through me and every thing still intact inside of me bursts and melts slickly out between my legs.
Can’t move my fingers, can barely move my lips except to moan. So dusty. So dirty. My head feels full, so over-stuffed with hot warm yummy dust...
Her lips press to the inside of my though, leaving behind more dark sticky thickness. “I think I’m going to let The Lady rub her tits raw to enjoy her being my whore while I go and teach your friend Lisa to groan like that new dubstep shit. You just sleep and dream of dirty things.”
She pats my pussy like she was patting my head, and then I can feel her pull away.
Looks like we all got just what we wanted.