The black vinyl stuck to the porcelain sink Cat was leaning over as she carefully lined her eyes with dark makeup. It was nearly Halloween, and therefore she had an excuse to be a tiny bit gaudy. She added shiny silver glitter around her eyes and cheeks then closed the jar with a loud "snap." She put it down on the sink and picked up her bright red lipstick.
Delicately, she filled in her bottom lip with the deep color. The shade was glossy and inviting. Slowly and deliberately she then filled in the right side of her upper lip, then her left side, which was more difficult because of a tiny scar from childhood that the lipstick covered differently.
She returned to her bedroom and replaced the makeup in her drawer, except the lipstick, which she stuck in the black clutch she'd borrowed from Jessica. She straightened herself out and went to stand in front of her full length mirror.
On her feet were black maryjanes, with swirly contrast stitching. She had contemplated wearing heels but knew that her evening would include not only dancing, but a lengthy walk to the establishment. Her legs were covered in pinstriped fishnets that led the eyes up and down their lengths. And up, and up... to the knee, mid-thigh, and beyond, since the black vinyl cheerleader dress barely covered her ass. The dress clung to her body tightly, outlining her hourglass shape. The dress was sleeveless and not extremely low cut, but it definitely showed her shape. Her short brown hair fell over one eye, and had an edgy style to it. Her makeup was gorgeous, making her brown eyes, pretty face, and bright smile sparkle.
"You look hot," Emily remarked from behind her.
"Meow!" Amanda laughed.
"Where are you going all dressed up? Halloween's not till Friday," Sarah interrogated.
Cat laughed at her roommates. "I happen to be on the guest list at a hot party tonight, thank you very much," Cat responded, twirling around to show them the whole outfit.
Ten minutes and some more discussion later, she stood in the cool night air, running fashionably late. She had at least a half mile to walk, and started moving quickly. She lived in a good part of the city and wasn't terribly concerned about any shady characters, so she relaxed and enjoyed the stares she was getting as she walked down the street.
The men sitting on the wall outside Penn Station hooted at her more than usual, and the once-overs that were usually given in passing were coming from both men and women, and had them doing double takes, pausing conversations, and turning around to look at her. She flirted with them outrageously, stranger to stranger, batting her eyelashes, smiling, winking, and blowing kisses as she would ordinarily be too shy to do.She met her date for the party a few blocks later. "Hey baby," Cat greeted her friend from a neighboring art school."So glad you came with me - you know my girlfriend hates this kind of thing," Cat's androgynous friend Taylor greeted her.
"You look fantastic!" Taylor exclaimed upon closer examination, kissing Cat on the lips.
"Lipstick!" Cat squealed in protest, trying to save them both from smears of red gloss covering them.
Taylor laughed, then insisted that Cat pose for some photos.
"I should have expected this from the photo major," Cat giggled, but seductively posed for several shots.
A roll of film later, Cat checked her watch. "We should get going" Cat remarked, and took Taylor's arm and walked the last few blocks to the party.There was a line to get in, but the bouncer immediately noticed Cat. He strode down the steps and stopped to look her slowly up and down. Cat similarly took him in; he was well dressed in a very nicely tailored black suit, tall, broad shouldered and muscular, but not too bulky like many bouncers. Dark cocoa skin, bright white smile, eyes that burned through her.
Cat flashed him a grin. He looked like he wasn't supposed to be fraternizing on the job, but desperately wanted to. He looked her over again. "You look nice," he murmured discreetly.
"Thanks," Cat smiled up at him.
"Hot old are you, like, 15?" He asked teasingly.
"19," Cat said with a slightly offended air.
"You're just a baby," he said, with them both knowing that with her full breasts, round ass, and salacious smirk that she was anything but.
Cat pretended to pout as he led them around the line to get in and checked their IDs. The bouncer touched her arm before she entered the club. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Cat," she replied, looking him up and down again.
He smiled. "Find me later, Cat."
Cat and Taylor disappeared into the pounding music, laughing. "He was totally into you," Taylor said.
Cat rolled her eyes, but was secretly pleased. "He probably says that to every other girl that walks by," she said, but knew that there had been plenty communicated between them without words.
"Yeah, right," Taylor snickered. "You are totally smokin'!"
They laughed again, then stopped at the table to check their coats - or, Cat's sweater and purse and Taylor's camera, rather. They received a pink ticket to pick up their belongings later, and were each handed a condom.
"Just in case!" the woman said with a grin.
Cat and Taylor held their laughter in until they were in the next room, then exploded. "Did they just invite us to have sex on premises?" Taylor asked."I believe they did," Cat giggled. Taylor suddenly caught the eye of a friend across the room, and dashed off with promises to find Cat again later.
Cat made her way onto the dance floor. She didn't know anyone, but saw a few people she would definitely be interested in knowing. She danced to the music, flirting with the people around her, then settled into a rhythm with a tall tranny and a cute dyke. She was being provocative, grinding into whoever came by, and running her hands up and down her body. When other people's hands began to stray across her breasts or up her skirt she let them. Quickly she was aroused, dancing harder to attract more attention. The short dyke with a buzz cut and piercings was getting friendly, and she grinded back into her. They played for a bit but when the song changed, the girl disappeared into the crowd. Cat amused herself once more with the tranny, and now a shady figure with a fake mullet wig.
The man with the wig was rather cute underneath his fake hick look, and she let his hard arms and body rub against her. She wasn't quite sure what she was looking for that night beyond a good time. She knew, as always, that she would find what she wanted eventually.
A moment later she saw a tantalizing creature in an emerald green corset, and moved away from the man with the fake mullet. She zeroed in on the girl, watching her dark hair sway and her breasts move gently in their strict cage of the corset. Cat moved in, dancing, and twirled the girl around. Again, the song changed, people shifted, and the girl was lost. Cat chuckled and decided it was for the best. She wasn't in a mood so innocent to accommodate a girl that looked as sweet as that. She took a time-out and went in search of a cool drink.
She spotted the bouncer from earlier lurking near the bar. She sidled up to him casually, and he caught her around the waist. He bit her neck behind her ear and ran his hand down her dress possessively, then swooped around and grabbed her fishnet-clad ass.
Cat swung around to tease him. "You're not wearing a costume," she said.
He smiled, showing his white teeth. They shone like stars in the dark room. He slipped his hand back behind the bar and pulled out a small, black eyemask. He slid it over his face and intoned deeply, "Now it's a secret."
They walked away from the bar a bit. He started to lead her towards the bathroom, but she said, "No, out here." They fell into the shadows against the wall, with a clear view of the bodies moving on the dance floor. There were tables no more than five feet away from them, and people walking by frequently, but the bouncing lights and prancing shadows made their movements mostly hidden.
Cat pressed her ass against the bouncer, who was no longer an employee of the club in her mind. Now he was the masked man, taking her in the shadows, in this fantasy like dreamworld. She ground back against him, and he lifted her dress the few inches so that her ass was exposed. He fell into his character, too, and grabbed at her flesh through the netted fabric, pinching her roughly.
He kneaded her breasts through the vinyl, but there was little that he could do since the material was so incredibly tight. Finally he yanked the zipper that ran up the back down, then pulled the dress off her shoulders. It hung, bunched around her waist, and she was naked except for this new belt of vinyl and her tights.
"Naughty slut, no panties or a bra," the masked man chastised her. He growled the words as he bit her neck, her shoulders.
Cat felt like a whore; her clothes were beyond salacious and she'd been rubbing up against everyone who came her way. She took her punishment that she knew she deserved.
"I saw you with those girls, the one in the corset was pretty," the masked man said. Cat flushed deeply, knowing that he'd been watching her.
He threw her against the wall now, first pressed with her breasts against it. It felt cool compared with the throbbing heat of the room, the throbbing heat of her arousal. She wanted the discipline. She had been a little slut.
He yanked her hips so that her ass pointed out, and smacked it horribly. She bit her lip and wiggled her breasts against the wall, trying to accentuate the pleasure within the pain. She stuck her bottom out a little further, hoping he might brush against her pussy.
"Dirty whore," he commented. "I see what you're trying to do." He gave her a hard slap across the pussy, which stung but was at least contact. He swatted her a few more times, across her ass, across her cunt.
"Turn around," he ordered. He pinched her nipples, too hard, but Cat moaned just the same. Her cunt was dripping wet, she just wanted to be fucked, but there was no way he would give it to her just per a simple request. He let her be for a moment and unzipped his fly, then pulled her face to his cock. She greedily took it in her mouth, wishing it was penetrating her other holes. He turned them to the side, so that neither of them was against the wall and both of them were in view to anyone who happened to be watching. They'd see her, breasts swaying, her ass pointed out, cupping his balls as she sucked him. She took his black cock into her mouth, nearly choking on its size. She tried to back away from it a little, but he forced it further down her throat with his hand on the back of her head. She tried not to gag, and managed to relax enough to just let him fuck her throat for a moment.
Soon he slowed, letting her do as she wanted to him for a while. She tickled his balls playfully as she teased the tip of his cock with her tongue, flicking the small slit at the top over and over. She played with the shaft with her fingers over and over, rubbing the slick wetness of her spittle against the excited nerves of his cock. She took patient, obedient laps at the underside, the opposite of the way he'd treated her. She sucked the masked man's cock, pretending she knew his cock better than she knew his face, since she was a little slut.
He moaned, "You nasty bitch." Cat grinned devilishly to herself, knowing the comment came from his intense pleasure. She wanted to slip a hand down to play with her twat but knew it wouldn't be allowed.
She felt him tense, then he pulled her up roughly by her hair. He shoved her up against the wall and reached between her legs.
"A little slut like you, I'd have expected crotchless," the masked man said of her tights. He knelt by her, then grasped the fabric in his hands and tore it apart at the crotch. He stayed perched there and inhaled her scent.
"What a sweet, wet cunt," the masked man commented. "Still wet from those other girls, too, I imagine." He taunted her, brushing her thighs ever so slightly and breathing hot air onto her cunt.
He stood abruptly and forced her against the wall. Cat kept quiet, staring at the whites of his eyes outlined by his dark mask and skin. "Want me to fuck your little cunny, precious?"
Cat held his gaze steadily.
Suddenly she felt her head hit the wall and her cunt light on fire. She couldn't tell at first whether the huge force entering her felt good or bad, but soon he was in her all the way and she gasped for air. The two let out a moan in unison as they both felt the first strokes of pleasure.
The spot where their bodies were joined together became slick at once. He thrust in and out of her quickly, grunting with effort and exhilaration. It was happening fast, her lips sucking his cock, pulling it and sucking it, slippery. She felt the vibrations of the music of the club against her back. Her head touched the wall as he wedged his cock farther into her body, until she knew she could take no more but wanted to.
It wasn't enough. She wanted it to go further. He knew, started taking large, welting bites along her neck and breasts, pinching her ass with his hands, gripping her so hard it would bruise. The thudding of the music wasn't coming from the speakers anymore, now it was from inside her, faster and louder, taking over. She felt heat all over her body, and an incredible ache from her pussy, until finally she came at the moment that he pushed her up higher against the wall, her feet leaving the ground, and she was suspended against the wall, held by his body and his cock. She felt him hold her this way, thrust up once more and then his hot fluid mixing with hers, shooting up, then obeying gravity and trailing over their joined organs.
She was still, feeling the tiny vibrations flowing through her as she came to remember where she was. He kissed her once more, forcefully, then set her on the ground. He turned and walked away, into the crowd. The black eyemask fluttered to her feet.
Minutes later, her dress was righted and she was searching the crowd for Taylor. She looked for her friend, feeling the oozing cum seeping between her legs and around the torn fishnet.
"Hey gorgeous," Taylor appeared from nowhere. "You ever find that bouncer?"
Cat smiled to herself. "No... But I did find a remarkable masked man..."