Valentine's Revenge

We were all in the midst of simultaneous, multiple orgasms that soon had us shuddering and shaking like cheap buildings in a magnitude eight earthquake. You boys out there in Lit-Land, pay attention; when girls have a big time orgasm our pussies are SUPER sensitive. It's almost painful to the touch. A good pain, but since we were all girls in this fun, flowery, foursome we all backed away from the pussy in front of us and laid our heads contentedly on each other's thighs. Ell was directly across from me so I could see her cupping her breasts as she pinched and pulled her own nipples. Her eyes were closed and her face was flushed with the dreamy, spacey look she was so famous for.

Cee's pussy was swollen and wet and as I watched, a little rivulet of female juice leaked out onto her thigh. I was lovingly combing my fingers through Jay's long, blond hair randomly trying to remember all the words to Madonna's 'Like a Virgin'.

We all began to stir as we recovered from the shock and awe of what had just happened. I sat up and crossed my legs on the bed like I was a Campfire girl or something. Jay, Cee and Ell followed suit so we were all facing each other in a circle. Our wet, swollen pussy lips were spread open in this pose which made the scene even more erotic. My pussy was the only completely bare one in the group and I could see that Ell was checking it out closely.

Jay looked around the circle and held her hands out in front of her. Ell and Cee quickly joined hands with Jay. Jay motioned me to do the same with a flick of her golden locks. I sandwiched their hands with mine. I didn't know what was coming but apparently this was something they had done before. They all looked at each other, lowered our 'hand sandwich' to the bed and simultaneously shouted as they threw their hands up in the air, "Ahhhhhhhhhhh, friends!"

I was sooo thrilled to be included in this intimate circle that a tear leaked out of eye. Jay noticed and immediately pulled my face close to hers and gently licked the salty drop off my cheek. Cee and Ell joined the group hug as we all laughed and cried about the emotional release we had each experienced.

The next day was devoted to my new responsibility as personal assistant. Jay asked me to figure out what we should all wear to the Valentine's Day party that was interjected into the Mardi Gras celebration. My new job was soooo cool because I could spend unlimited money and when I asked people to jump they would ask how high on the way up.

You know me pretty well by now. I've got some sort of altered sex gene that controls my tiny brain at times. If you've seen Mardi Gras photos or been there yourself you know many people wear elaborate masks to hide their identity. Of course this gives everyone a free pass on lewd behavior so N'awlins deserves its reputation to some degree. Not that I'm judging!

Another identity altering tradition that I knew of was body painting. In Key West they have body artists who can paint clothes or scenes on naked bodies and you cannot tell someone is nude unless you look very closely. My first decision as personal assistant was to fly the best Key West body painters to New Orleans to paint us four girls. Additionally, I contracted the premier mask manufacturer in the city to custom design our faces. Alexis had a PLAN!

The actual party wasn't happening for a few days so I arranged fun, touristy sorts of side trips for the girls that protected their privacy but still gave them the freedom to enjoy this wonderful city. Understand, I'm new to this game of assisting but I'm a pro at having a good time. We went on a tour of the Blaine Kern float building warehouse, did a carriage ride through the French Quarter, visited some of the classic jazz spots and ate po' boys from a street vendor. I blew the girls minds by arranging a private show by Benny Grunch and the Bunch. We drank rum and laughed our fool asses off. Ell dragged everyone up on the stage and we all sang 'Ain't No Place To Pee On Mardi Gras Day' with the band.

I'm know the girls weren't used to doing fun, normal stuff like this but I was rewarded with grins so wide they could have been poster children for Crest toothpaste. I arranged for spontaneous visits to the really cool eating places like Tujague's. Of course we had the Sphinx to scope out any potential problems. He was now getting used to my antics and I was rewarded with a slight twitch of his mouth when I teased him.

Ok, on to the reason we were here in Sin City. The Parrrrrr-tayyyyy. I got all the girls together in Jay's suite to tell them my plans for our costumes (or lack thereof as I grin at you, my co-conspirators). Jay and Cee and Ell all stared at me like I was an alien from outer space as I related the strategy.

"Um, Alex, you do know we are hounded by paparazzi continuously. Exactly how are we going to keep our naked bodies from being seen by the trash news guys?" Jay asked me with a little exasperation in her voice. Uh oh, do I feel the best job I've ever had slipping away?

"Ok, I see your point but I want you to keep an open mind for a moment. Let me show you something," I replied.

I went to the door and escorted in a woman model I had hired to show the girls what they would look like after body painting and masks. I knew I had to sell this idea so I had the body painter do a sample for us.

The model was 'dressed' in a low cut peasant blouse with Daisy Mae short shorts. She had on a mask with peacock feathers and an elaborately painted, ceramic face. Jay and Cee both gaped at the incredible realism of the paint job and Ell got up and walked around the woman several times oohing and aahing. She even touched the model's nipple to make herself believe it.

Even with this proof Jay looked at me with disbelief and said, "You want us to go painted like this to the party? Naked? Are you insane? What if someone recognizes us?"

Okaaay, this might take a little more selling.

"Jay, no one will recognize you. The party is extremely private with everyone required to wear total disguises. Part of the fun is that you CAN do this without being known. I've arranged to enter through the back door and we will all have on trench coats until we get there. It will be a hoot!" I concluded enthusiastically.

Ell immediately endorsed my plan by saying, "Come on girls, how often have you been naked in public and gotten away with it? I love it!"

Cee and Jay looked at each other and finally shrugged and laughed.

"What the hell, it's only our careers," Jay said philosophically, "Where do we start?"

I explained to my new friends that I made the body painters and mask designers sign non-disclosure agreements before they were hired. I brought in the four painters who were all men, a couple of whom were pretty sketchy looking. Every one of the painter's mouths dropped open when they recognized the famous trio.

Just to make sure this went smoothly, I had Frenchie bring up a couple magnum bottles of Krug so we could rev up our engines. I also mandated that we would all do this together so no one felt uncomfortable alone in a room with a leering painter. The painters brought in their portable air brushes and paints and set up shop in different corners of the suite. After I put on some Neville brothers for local mood music I stripped off my clothes in a flash to make sure no one chickened out.

Now these dudes have seen and painted plenty of naked women. Though I'm quite certain they had never seen three famous women strip right in front of their noses before. I was giggling a little about the absurdity of the scene but I took control again by guiding Jay to one corner, Ell to anther corner and Cee to a third corner. I grabbed one painter by his long beard and lead him over to Cee. I pushed and prodded each painter to the other girls and told them to get busy. The final guy looked kinda crushed because that left not-so-famous me as the last girl to paint. Oh well, dems 'da breaks.

Pretty soon the champagne kicked in and we were cat-calling and laughing across the room at each other. I'd never been body painted before (does mud wrestling count?) so I didn't know what to expect. Frankly, Literoticans, it was HOT! I mean sexy hot. The artists use air brushes to apply the paint so it kinda caresses your skin. Plus, they were painting my private parts that Mommy told me not to let strangers touch. Yet another sin chalked up on my greatest hits list.

Because we were all being turned around so much no one really got to see the full extent of each other's body paint theme. Everyone put on a long trench coat as soon as the painter was done. After the painters left the room I brought out 4 large silk hat boxes.

"Ell, please sit here in front of me," I ordered in my assistant voice.

She sat down dutifully and I placed the delicate mask over her face and attached it securely to her hair. All the masks were cut so that our mouths were exposed for eating and talking. I pulled Ell to her feet and walked her to the tri-mirror. I slipped off her trench coat and let her see herself fully.

Ell was painted as a German schoolgirl. It was perfect for her because of her complexion and build. She had 'on' an elaborate blouse with a cute green jumper whose buttons were actually her pink nipples. The mask had blond braids attached that made her look like Heidi. Ell turned and posed as she squealed how realistic the painting was.

I brought Cee her mask and placed it over her face. I turned her to the mirrors after I took off her coat and waited for her reaction.

"Oh my God! Alexis, this is sooo awesome!" she exclaimed as bounced up and down. Because of the size and shape of her breasts I had decided on a puppy dog look. She had two droopy-eyed hound dogs cuddled on her chest. Their noses were (you guessed it), Cee's brown nipples. Her mask had long silky ears attached and eyes that matched the puppies on her chest.

"Hey Cee, bounce for us again," Jay demanded with a grin.

We all howled with laughter as her puppy's noses bounced up and down. A bowl of dog food was painted around her pussy, perfectly disguising the folds of her womanhood.

"Okay Jay, you're next hun," I said.

I placed the mask over her face and again attached it securely to her hair. I then dramatically swept off her trench coat like the unveiling of a new statue in Central Park. Cee and Ell both gasped in unison. Jay was painted like a Japanese geisha girl. Her skin kimono was elaborately painted with Bonsai trees and cherry blossoms. Her breasts were a recreation of Mt. Fuji complete with snow on her areoles and nipples. Jay's pussy was covered with a scene of a Japanese tea garden with the ripples of the pool being her labia and pubic hair. The mask I commissioned was pure white in the style of a geisha.

Jay stared in the mirrors for a very long time. I was getting a little nervous until Jay turned to me and said, "Alexis, you are a genius!"

Up pops the little devil on my shoulder who whispers in my ear, "Sinful Pride again kiddo".

I mentally flicked the little bastard into the garbage and turned to the last box.

"Ell, will you put this on me, please?" I asked.

Ell fastened my mask and I shrugged off my coat when I was positioned in front of the mirrors. I turned around to the girls and said, "Ta da!"

Their eyes got big and their mouths dropped open. I was painted as a skeleton reminiscent of one of those Invisible Woman toys that show all the innards of the body. I had asked for a few embellishments to suit my personality. My artist had painted little kittens hanging inside my skeleton so their eyes and noses were peeking through my rib cage. Naturally, their pink tongues were my nipples. He also put the classic Cheshire Cat under my pubic bone so the smile was my pussy lips. The tongue was my clit which barely poked out between my bare pussy lips. My mask was a feline face with real whiskers attached.

You know why I made myself a skeleton of course. With zero titties, I made the perfect canvas for the painter. I could tell the dirty old man enjoyed opening my pussy lips to get the Cheshire Cat's mouth perfect. I told him I didn't need my clit painted pink for goodness sakes.

We all stood in a circle and admired each other. I poured a round of Cristal Brut to toast the occasion. We joined our free hands in the middle of our huddle and did the "Friends" shout out.

As I indicated earlier, I had arranged for the Sphinx to deliver us in our trench coats to the back building entrance for the Valentine's Day party. When I got out of the car I flashed the Sphinx by opening my coat to him. His eyes took in the sight and grunted just a tiny little bit. I swear I'm going to get that man to react to my womanly wiles.

Even though we had been hitting the expensive champagne pretty hard, I could tell the other girls were nervous as we entered the rear entrance to this warehouse building. Of course they had a lot more to lose than me if anyone figured out who they.

Ever the personal assistant, I swept into the back entrance like I knew what I was doing. I had called ahead to the concierge of this gig (us assistants stick together) so we could get in unnoticed. I palmed him several dead presidents to make sure he kept his mouth shut. I also had the Sphinx staring him down like he was a lame impala facing a hungry lion.

Ok, have any of you been to a reeeeeally fancy party? Me either. I was just checking with y'all. This warehouse had been converted to a fairy tale castle to support the Valentine's loooooove theme. I peeked around the corner and saw that the place was teeming with masked partiers. Of course everyone was wearing elaborate costumes so I guessed we might stand out just a bit. Gulp.

I turned to my entourage (MY entourage? Gawd, Alexis, get a grip!), shed my trench coat and said, "Let's go girls!"

This is one of those times when if you were a general leading an army into battle you sure hope that the troops are right behind you when you leap into the breach. I hoped the girls were indeed behind me because I strolled right through a gaggle of women who looked at me like I was ghost. Well, I WAS a skeleton. The light was a little dim so they couldn't get a fix on my 'costume'.

I stopped when a waiter offered me a champagne and I looked back to see if I was alone. Jay, Cee and Ell were strolling arm in arm through the room. Every eye that wasn't already occupied stared at them. I laughed out loud at their expressions because their brains couldn't reconcile the images in front of them. The funniest part was that Cee's puppies were bobbing with every step she took. PRICELESS!

The girls joined me after snagging champagne from my waiter. Since this was supposed to be a sophisticated crowd, people tried to not stare openly at our outfits but I could tell they were buzzing, wondering who these four naked women were.

Needless to say, over time, alcohol loosens inhibitions and this party was no different. The Mardi Gras tradition of baring ones breasts for a couple strands of cheap beads was in effect, even if it was officially a Valentine's party. There were several bands playing classic N'awlins music over the course of the night.

Ok, ok, I know you want to hear about more sex stuff. I've got the juiciest, sexiest story you will ever hear, even in the tabloids. I know I'm prejudiced, but Jay looked absolutely stunning. The geisha look has some sort of enchantment over men and women alike. Mysterious, sensual, sexy; it is HOT. Jay had an adorable Japanese fan that she used as an additional shield to fend off inquiring minds. I wanted to throw her on the nearest hors d'œuvre table and eat her appetizers.

We danced and laughed the night away, realizing that we had gotten away with being stark naked without being recognized. However, there was one woman who was paying an inordinate amount of attention to Jay. She kept leaving her date and hovered near us as if she wanted to talk to Jay.

Jay left us to visit the little girl's room. We were all pretty loopy and but my job was to personally assist so I excused myself when I noticed the same woman follow Jay into the bathroom. By the time I got into the bathroom, this strange woman had cornered Jay in one of the large stalls. She was gesturing like she was begging for something and Jay was looking terribly uncomfortable.

The strange woman was masked but I could tell she had raven black hair and lip augmentation. There was something very familiar about her but I couldn't place it yet. I slipped behind her so Jay could see me and I made eye contact to convey that everything was going to be ok. I was SUPER personal assistant!

Earlier I had found a black, braided leather whip that someone had left on a table. I looped the whip over the black-haired woman's head and put her into a mild stranglehold.

"What do you want bitch?" I growled into her ear.

The woman was startled but possibly thought this was a game because she played along by saying, "I've got to be with this woman. She is so intoxicating to me. I know I'm not worthy but if she would allow me to spend just a few minutes between her legs I will be ever grateful."

Whoa, wait a minute! I know that voice! I quickly looked at her bare arm and saw the famous tattoos that gave her identity away. Holy shit, this was the woman that stole Jay's husband several years ago and broke her heart. Now, here she was groveling like a submissive slave! Opportunity knocks and revenge is best served COLD!

I mouthed to Jay to play along. Jay sat down on the toilet lid and spread her legs provocatively. A little groan came from the woman's mouth and she kinda lunged forward tightening the leather noose around her neck.

"Easy bitch, I will let you know when you can do anything. Do you understand?" I hissed.

"Y-yes I do," she replied very humbly.

"Take off your clothes, you dirty whore," I ordered.

The woman wore a simple black cloak that unzipped from the front. She shed the outfit to reveal her naked body.

Jay's eyes widened when she finally realized who it was. I motioned to her to not say anything so we could extract a little retribution on this heartless slut before leaving.

"Get down on your knees you worthless cunt," I snarled at her (I was really getting into this role playing!).

As nice as this place was, it was still a warehouse. There was suspicious water on the floor floating with pieces of toilet paper but she obediently knelt in the mess.

"Eat her pussy now and if you don't do it good enough you will be sorry," I whispered in her ear and slapped her bare ass with the butt end of the whip.

Jay spread her lovely legs as I directed. I didn't want Jay to speak because this woman would recognize her immediately. I pushed the woman's head down between Jay's legs and ordered her to lick her pussy.

By now, Jay was getting into the spirit of what I wanted. She opened her legs to reveal her sweet, pink slit to the woman's wet tongue. I jerked on the whip a little to choke the woman a little. She moaned, almost in appreciation I thought.

Despite the fact that Jay was getting her clitty sucked and licked I could tell her distaste for this woman wasn't doing much for her. I told her to turn around and bend over. Jay widened her eyes at me but did as I asked.

"Lick her ass, you stinking pig," I whispered harshly into her ear.

I was quickly reaching the conclusion that the woman who stole Jay's husband really wanted to be a submissive slave. She eagerly leaned forward against my whip restraint and licked and tongued Jay's sweet, shapely ass like it was a candy cane.

The woman's ass was right in front of me so I took the opportunity to run the hard leather handle of the whip up and down her wet pussy. I decided I should find out what childbirth had done to her famous pussy so I pushed the rough handle into her pussy. She whimpered with either pain or pleasure but pushed back against the whip to get it further into her hot canal.