will be quite helpless.
Starting to really fume, Phil nuzzled
up against her back, his fingers pattering across Lacie's satin-sheathed ass.
He slipped one hand around her waist, and gave her a little tug back into his
chest. Looking up at him, she smiled, and let herself slip back against him,
one hand reaching up to caress the firm line of his jaw. Turning around, she
stood on tip-toes, and gave him a peck on one cheek.
"Look, Phil—I don't want to ruin
this evening. Can we start again—Hon?"
Eager to get on with it, he moved to
take her mouth, his hand holding the wine glass sloshing the liquor down the
open front of her costume.
Venting a startled gasp, and stifling
her sudden flare of anger, Lacey wriggled out of Phil's clutches, excused
herself and hurried back to the bathroom. The front of her costume, and her
breasts inside, were soaked.
As she fled upstairs, Phil noticed
with happy smugness, the exaggerated sway of the little drunken twat's heart
shaped ass. Stuff's finally working. When she got back, he'd definitely take
her on the 'tour' and nail her pretty little body.
* * * *
Julie found her friend in the
bathroom.
"Hey, Lace, you all right?"
Wearing her tear spattered glasses, Lacey
Rodriguez turned, attempting to force a weak smile, and lied.
"Oh—Hi, Julie. Yeah—I'm fine.
J-just cleaning up. I spilled wine all over myself. I'm so klutzy." Lacey
turned back to the Bonnets' red marble vanity , and finished reapplying her
makeup as she stared in the huge mirror. She'd obviously been crying.
"So, you're here with Phil
Weazel, I see. Way to go, girl. Aim right for the top! He's such a handsome
stud—you do know the rest of us all hate you tonight?" Julie made
it sound like a ball-busting joke, but there was a definite stench of serious
jealousy there. "Nice choice of costume too. You've got those big plump
puppies—might as well flaunt them. Give Philly boy a feel yet?"
"Julie! You know me better than
that. Phil's really good looking, and he's been...nice. But I'm not that kind
of girl. We've barely shared a kiss."
"Hate to tell you, Miss I'm Prim
and Proper, but your costume screams otherwise."
"Actually, Phil seems kind of—fast."
Feeling she'd already said too much, Lacey tried to change the subject. " You seem to be doing all right—showing up with Mr. hunky cop."
"Yeah, I thought so too. Until he
clamped his eyes on you . He's the one sent me up here, to see if you
were all right." Without another word, Julie gathered up her sexy witch skirt,
spun around and stormed out of the bathroom, right into Phil Weazel.
"Ah, there you are, Lace. Ready
for our tour of the manor? Hurry up, Babe, the night's a wasting!"
"Oh—it's you, Philip. I really
think I'd like to go..." Suddenly feeling light-headed, Lacey leaned back
against the vanity, one hand fluttering to her temple.
For a second, Phil looked like he was
going to follow her into the bathroom and close the door, but then Mrs.
Trencher, the High School's math teacher, scooted by him, and he backed off.
"I see you were able to get the
wine out of your costume. Had me worried there a minute—I'd hate to have to
return it to the costume shop with a big stain. Don't forget to ditch those
glasses." Thrusting a small plastic cup full of a shocking pink liquid at
her, Phil played the irritated parent. "Here, drink this."
"What is it, Phil?"
"Just drink it! I mentioned to
our hosts you weren't feeling quite up to par, and they generously offered this
to settle your stomach. They're into natural herbal cures and all that crap, you
know. So, come on— drink up."
Reluctant to make a scene, Lacey did
as she was told and downed the chalky liquid in one gulp. Realizing it had a
rather pleasant aftertaste, she licked her freshly applied lipgloss, and smiled
up at Phil.
"All gone, master."
"Good girl. Well, are we going to
do this, or what?" Phil did nothing to hide his growing irritation with
his reluctant conquest.
"I-I guess, so Philip. I
Starting to really fume, Phil nuzzled
up against her back, his fingers pattering across Lacie's satin-sheathed ass.
He slipped one hand around her waist, and gave her a little tug back into his
chest. Looking up at him, she smiled, and let herself slip back against him,
one hand reaching up to caress the firm line of his jaw. Turning around, she
stood on tip-toes, and gave him a peck on one cheek.
"Look, Phil—I don't want to ruin
this evening. Can we start again—Hon?"
Eager to get on with it, he moved to
take her mouth, his hand holding the wine glass sloshing the liquor down the
open front of her costume.
Venting a startled gasp, and stifling
her sudden flare of anger, Lacey wriggled out of Phil's clutches, excused
herself and hurried back to the bathroom. The front of her costume, and her
breasts inside, were soaked.
As she fled upstairs, Phil noticed
with happy smugness, the exaggerated sway of the little drunken twat's heart
shaped ass. Stuff's finally working. When she got back, he'd definitely take
her on the 'tour' and nail her pretty little body.
* * * *
Julie found her friend in the
bathroom.
"Hey, Lace, you all right?"
Wearing her tear spattered glasses, Lacey
Rodriguez turned, attempting to force a weak smile, and lied.
"Oh—Hi, Julie. Yeah—I'm fine.
J-just cleaning up. I spilled wine all over myself. I'm so klutzy." Lacey
turned back to the Bonnets' red marble vanity , and finished reapplying her
makeup as she stared in the huge mirror. She'd obviously been crying.
"So, you're here with Phil
Weazel, I see. Way to go, girl. Aim right for the top! He's such a handsome
stud—you do know the rest of us all hate you tonight?" Julie made
it sound like a ball-busting joke, but there was a definite stench of serious
jealousy there. "Nice choice of costume too. You've got those big plump
puppies—might as well flaunt them. Give Philly boy a feel yet?"
"Julie! You know me better than
that. Phil's really good looking, and he's been...nice. But I'm not that kind
of girl. We've barely shared a kiss."
"Hate to tell you, Miss I'm Prim
and Proper, but your costume screams otherwise."
"Actually, Phil seems kind of—fast."
Feeling she'd already said too much, Lacey tried to change the subject. " You seem to be doing all right—showing up with Mr. hunky cop."
"Yeah, I thought so too. Until he
clamped his eyes on you . He's the one sent me up here, to see if you
were all right." Without another word, Julie gathered up her sexy witch skirt,
spun around and stormed out of the bathroom, right into Phil Weazel.
"Ah, there you are, Lace. Ready
for our tour of the manor? Hurry up, Babe, the night's a wasting!"
"Oh—it's you, Philip. I really
think I'd like to go..." Suddenly feeling light-headed, Lacey leaned back
against the vanity, one hand fluttering to her temple.
For a second, Phil looked like he was
going to follow her into the bathroom and close the door, but then Mrs.
Trencher, the High School's math teacher, scooted by him, and he backed off.
"I see you were able to get the
wine out of your costume. Had me worried there a minute—I'd hate to have to
return it to the costume shop with a big stain. Don't forget to ditch those
glasses." Thrusting a small plastic cup full of a shocking pink liquid at
her, Phil played the irritated parent. "Here, drink this."
"What is it, Phil?"
"Just drink it! I mentioned to
our hosts you weren't feeling quite up to par, and they generously offered this
to settle your stomach. They're into natural herbal cures and all that crap, you
know. So, come on— drink up."
Reluctant to make a scene, Lacey did
as she was told and downed the chalky liquid in one gulp. Realizing it had a
rather pleasant aftertaste, she licked her freshly applied lipgloss, and smiled
up at Phil.
"All gone, master."
"Good girl. Well, are we going to
do this, or what?" Phil did nothing to hide his growing irritation with
his reluctant conquest.
"I-I guess, so Philip. I
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