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My Sister Tormentor
By Peg Thebois
Chapter Eight
It was hard for me not to shift and squirm as I sat there in one of the
firm kitchen chairs as Sam worked on my face. The girls had teased me
that they would force me to answer the door when Sam knocked while still
wearing my french maid uniform that I had been wearing to clean and also
for the spanking that was the reason for my uneasiness in the seat. In
the end though they thought it best I be dressed in the outfit she would
be doing my make-up to match, and Sherri had even used a curling iron to
give my hair some volume before Sam arrived. "I brought something
special for you Tiffany," Sam said just when I thought we were getting
close to being done, she went into her purse and pulled out a small
container. "When you were in the store the other day I saw you eying
these so I brought you a pair." False eyelashes, in fact the biggest
most dramatic false lashes I could have imagined, they were so big it was
ridiculous.
I wanted to explain I had not been browsing the false lashes just looking
for somewhere out of the flow of people in the store but still I knew
better than to argue, my sister and fianc? would both surely agree with
her that these were somehow perfect. So rather than fight I let her glue
those monstrosities onto my eyelids, as I blinked a couple times
experimentally I swear I could hear them whooshing, they were like big
feathery wings on my face. After that it was all downhill and within a
few minutes she declared my face done. She got me to stand up so she
could take a look at the whole image. Turning a tight circle was still a
bit of a challenge in my five inch heels, although I still cursed myself
because if I had gotten the seven inch heels I would not be going
anywhere tonight. When I had come around to face her though Sam's face
was lit up, she had the grin of someone who has just come up with a
brilliant plan, and that scared me.
She took my chair that I had just been sitting in, "I want you to sit
down again but backwards," she straddled the chair and sat down so that
her chest was touching the backrest, "like this." We switched positions
and I heard her setting a few of her make-up items on the floor beside
her. I twitched a bit in surprise as I felt the wet touch of a make-up
brush on the small of my back through the opening in my dress, the one
that the guy at the store had said would give glimpses of my panties, his
solution to this was not to chose a less revealing dress but to get me
panties and bra to match my dress.
"What are you doing?"
I felt her wipe my back with what felt like a sanitary wipe and then the
wet brush again, "A sexy look like this just didn't seem complete without
a tramp stamp, so I am giving you a one-night tattoo."
Great, dressing like a club babe wasn't enough I was going to be sporting
a mark that I was on the prowl, an open advertisement proclaiming that I
was looking for someone to take my ass. I didn't think even as evil as
my sister was she would try to push me to actually do it but I was still
having a target painted on my back. When she was done that she showed me
a picture on her phone, it was a simple but elegant tribal design,
nothing particularly detailed or unique, but even I had to admit
objectively it made a nice touch.
My sister had come downstairs while Sam was finish up my tramp stamp so
when I stood up to show her my completed look with another tight turn
around I got to see her outfit. She a black pleather pantsuit, tight as
a second skin, it split to form a cleavage window and joined above her
breasts with an O-ring which connected to the matching circling her neck.
She had matching black pleather elbow length gloves and her own make-up
was simple but striking, lots of eyeliner and matte blood red lipstick,
whereas mine was shiny bubblegum pink to match the highlights of my
dress. As we heard Amy coming down from upstairs she turned to watch and
I saw that her outfit was as low cut in the back as mine but did not even
have anything to break the flow from her neck to her waist, she was
definitely a bad bitch on the prowl tonight.
And the moment my fianc? came into view I forgot everything else for a
moment, I didn't think about how my sister was dressed or even how I was
dressed. My always gorgeous beloved was an absolute sexual Goddess in
the blue dress she had picked out. It went over one shoulder leaving the
other bare and cut not low enough to be a risk of her not inconsiderable
bosom bursting free but as low as was safe. The skirt was super short
showing off her gorgeous legs, and the midriff was an expanse of sheer
black patterned lace broken just across the navel with another strip of
blue fabric. She was wearing a black high heels shoes with it which tied
in with the black lace, and I wanted to fall upon her and ravish her, or
after last night let her ravish me, at that moment I did not care which.
And then on the steps she stopped, she was staring right at me, and it
was at that moment I came back to earth, remembering what I looked like.
"Wow, Sam you are a genius, I'm just looking at Tiffany and she looks so
gorgeous. even after spending the last couple days with her around, I am
amazed at how sexy she looks."
"I do what I can to bring it out, but if Tiffany wasn't already so
beautiful there would not be much I could do. But you all look so
great."
We said our byes to Sam and she took a number of photos of the three of
us, but only after I had extracted a promise from the girls that these
would not be shared online or with other people unless I specifically
gave permission. As a compromise we took a couple of just Sherri and Amy
that they could freely share.
Soon after Sam left our taxi arrived. I was nervous about taking a cab,
but all three of us planned to drink so a taxi was he next option. So we
piled in, Amy in the middle between Sherri and I although I have a
feeling Sherri would have rather be in the middle to assist Amy and I
from keeping our hands off each other, a monumental task given how
aroused we both were by each other in that moment. As we buckled up the
cabbie spoke with a heavy Eastern European accent. "Where are you
beautiful ladies going tonight?"
Sherri answered for us, "Envy, the nightclub."
"I can take you there, although maybe first we leave the meter off, go
somewhere quiet and I join the three of you back there, huh?"
Sherri seemed if possible even more put off by the suggestion than I was.
"Just take us to Envy."
As he drove I couldn't help but notice that he continually got distracted
from the road glancing back in his rear-view mirror which he adjusted
fairly frequently. At first I wondered if there was someone behind us he
was concerned about, someone following closely or something, but I
eventually realized that was not the case. This pervert was using the
rear-view mirror to check us out. Did he not realize i was a guy? I
guess the dim light of the evening worked in my favour in that regard, I
guess the club would do the same.
Once we got there Sherri got out turning back to me. "Pay the man
Tiffany, but don't you dare tip this pig."
As I swiped my credit card I wondered if he would notice the name on it.
"No I think he got enough of a tip on the ride over here." But he didn't
ask about the name, either he didn't notice or he had been aware of my
true gender.
We walked up to the bouncer past the line Sherri pressed a bill into my
hand. "This is to tip the bouncer. Don't make it obvious give him a hug
and slip it into his pocket."
Of course she wanted me to do it, when we got to the front I did as she
instructed, hugging him from the side putting my arms around is shoulder.
As I slipped it into his pocket I noticed the colour of the bill, a
fifty. "Tiffany, Sherri and Amy." I quickly whispered in his ear.
"Shannon said he'd get us advance."
"Hey ladies, let me just make sure you're listed for tonight." He
glanced down at his clipboard. "Yeah there we go, head on in, Shannon is
already here."
We got a fair share of dirty looks as we waltzed straight into the club
past the line of people waiting to gain entry. I was happy to be inside
where we could disappear into the crowd. And before long the three of us
were at a table sharing a bottle of champagne, I was certainly glad this
weekend was nearly over, spending time as Tiffany was proving most
expensive, she spent money faster than I could earn it, although
truthfully it was the attitude Tiffany brought out in my sister and Amy
that had the money flowing.
After the champagne went down we made our way to the dance floor, feeling
light and bubbly like the drink but not yet tipsy. I had very little
experience dancing in clubs, and absolutely none dancing as a girl, but I
watched what the girls around us did and tried my best to copy it, the
whole time struggling to not fall on my ass from my high heels. After a
bit even I had to admit dancing as a girl was kind of fun. The guys were
just boring, strutting peacocks, the dance was only there to attract
female attention. Sure some women were dancing for similar reasons but
most of them were dancing for the fun of dancing and female togetherness
and even though I was sure many of the women, not just Amy and Sherri,
were aware of my status I was accepted into the Tribe of She.
After a couple breaks for more liquid refreshment my brain started to
feel fuzzier with each trip out to the dance floor but all in all I was
loath to admit I was having a good time. As I was dancing back to back
with a girl in a red dress that I had never met before, alternating
between rubbing shoulder to shoulder and butt to butt I noticed out of
the corner of his eye that Sherri had found someone to dance more closely
with. A redhead in a red and black corset and miniskirt combination, was
right now letting Sherri run her hand up her thigh. Well it wasn't like
this was exactly a surprise, Sherri had come out when she was in
highschool, it had certainly caused a stir when she and her girlfriend
Brenda had gone to the prom together.
Not to be outdone Amy grabbed me by the hand and pulled me closer to her.
If my brain felt fuzzy before dancing this way with my gorgeous fianc?
dressed to kill for the sexiest club in town was orders of magnitude more
intoxicating than the drinks. Her hands danced along my body, touching
my neck my legs my back, I tried to tease her as much as I got. Then she
circled around behind me grinding her body against my, I could feel her
against my naked back the sensation of her body on mine as I ground back
against her. She wrapped one arm around my body from behind just below
my pelvis and then I felt her other hand in the middle of my back
pushing forward. I followed her lead which led to me bending over at the
waist. A cheer went up around us as I could feel her grinding her pelvis
against my in my bent over position. This wasn't dancing, had we been
reversed i would have pretty much been fucking her here in the middle of
the dance floor.
Her hands ran up and down my back as I wiggled my ass against her pelvis
but it was at this point my drinks caught up with me and between that and
the high heels I was still only getting used to I felt my balance go and
I was falling forward. But before I hit the ground Amy grabbed my wrist
causing me to spin. I never fully left my feet although I was almost
horizontal, looking up at the ceiling. Amy tugged me back to my feet,
the advantage of me being slight and her being sturdy was that she could
do something like this. As I came to my feet I flew into her arms and
our faces came together in a passionate kiss.
What had nearly been a disaster must have ended up looking like an
elaborate dance move because if anything the cheer around us went even
louder. Her mouth was drawing me in devouring me in another of these new
soul consuming kisses that Amy gave to Tiffany. By the time we separated
we were no longer the center of attention, at least not for most people,
they had gone back to their own dancing, and a glance around failed to
turn up Sherri.
Amy giggled. "I think we had both go freshen our make-up." I followed
her to the ladies room but she put out her hand to stop me. "Unless
you've found time to have something removed down there I think you have
to use the men's room baby."
It probably would have felt weird walking into the men's room if there
had not been a drag queen already at the mirror touching up his lipstick.
I was blown away, he was almost seven feet tall in his heels which were,
I'm sure, even taller than the seven inch heels I had passed up at
Shimmer, and while my make-up was overdone by women's standards it was
not approaching the level this guy was rocking. Standing beside him at
the sink I wet a paper towel and rubbed the places where my lipstick had
smeared around my mouth before dipping into my little shoulderbag to
freshen my foundation and my lipstick. The Queen finished before I did
and looked me up and down as I stood at the mirror. "Bitch," he muttered
cattily before he turned on his skyscraper platform heels and strutted
out of the room. I was taken aback, did I really look that good that I
would inspire that kind of jealousness? I guess I did clearly.
I decided to make a quick stop in the stall before leaving the bathroom,
the closest of the two stalls to the door was locked, although it did not
look like anyone was using it. I didn't feel like crawling under the
door to get into that one so I used the one against the back wall. Again
if felt strange to sit down to pee but there was no real dignified way to
use a urinal in a minidress like this. After I was done on impulse I
wiped the head of my penis with toilet paper to dry it before pulling my
panties back up, I had never worn a thong before but once you got past
the sensation of having something between your buttcheeks it felt less
like the permanent wedgies I had been expecting and I almost forgot I was
wearing it.
After straightening my dress too I stepped out of the stall and turning
toward the bathroom door I found someone waiting to use the stall, it was
Shannon of all people. What he had worn at his work was a good
indication how he dressed for clubbing, mesh shirt and leather pants,
although these pants had the zipper pass down through the crotch.
"Well hello there slut." He grinned I don't know if he had been wearing
vampire fangs at the store and I had been too pre-occupied to notice of
not but he was wearing them now, just caps that fit over his canines
extending and exaggerating them.
I didn't really know what to say in response so I turned myself sideways,
since the layout of the bathroom and the three stalls left just enough
room for one person to walk between the wall and the stall doors.
Shannon turned sideways to pass me but as we were passing each other he
put his hand on the wall stopping me from going past.
"When I picked that dress for you I knew you would look so fuckable in
it, and it looks like I was right."
"Thank you Shannon, and thank you for getting us in here without the
line."
"You're welcome slut, the doorman is my boyfriend, but I think you owe me
more thanks than that." He reached down with his free hand, the one that
was not blocking my escape, and unzipped his pants.
This could not be happening to me. "No, please no, don't do this." I
felt his hard penis against my thigh as he pressed himself against me.
"Come on baby, feel how hard you've got me, there are people who wait all
night outside and don't get in so I think you owe me."
I was panicking as he nipped at my neck with his fangs scraping them
along my skin. I had my arms up covering my face as I whimpered.
"Please don't, oh God please, please don't."
He put his forearm across mine gouging my arms a little with the spiked
wrist cuff he wore, if I hadn't had my arms up that could have been my
face. "I will give you a choice bitch. On your knees, right here right
now. If you don't want to suck my cock for me here I will grab you by
your pretty hair, throw you into that stall over the toilet and I will
rip your tender little ass open with my cock. Now which end do you want
it in?"
I wanted to fight back but he was clearly stronger than me, his body was
hard and muscled, mine was thin and feminine, that was why Tiffany made
such a beautiful woman. all I could do was mutter, "Please leave me
alone, stop please."
"It looks like I will be taking your ass by force then whore, if you
don't get on your knees right now."
As I was trying to keep myself from hyperventilating I wondered for a
moment which would be worse but before I could even spare that morbid
notion any thought the door opened. Shannon stuffed his cock back into
his pants but that took both hands. In that moment I was able to push
past him and run for the door. I didn't even see who was coming in I
just ran as fast as I could manage in these heels. Pushing back into the
club my instinct was to get out of here but the doorman was Shannon's
boyfriend, would he drag me back into that bathroom? I couldn't take the
chance, and if we were going to leave I needed to find the girls.
I needed another drink too so I got myself a double rye and coke at the
bar. Eventually I found Amy and Sherri on the dance floor having fun
together. by now my mind was starting to calm down a bit so I just left
them and found myself a nice corner, somewhere no-one would see me
especially not Shannon, and I waited until the girls were ready to call
it a night, secure in the feeling of a wall at my back but plenty of
avenues to run if I had to.
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