A 'Fuck Me' Dress

Emily tried to scrabble away from the ottoman, rolling on to her front and landing on her hands and knees. **** to preserve what scant dignity she might have remaining she crawled away from the three girls.

‘Not The Hunt?’ asked Melody, staring at Emily’s naked bottom.

‘The Hole?’ suggested Susan, tilting her head for a better view.

‘The Ring?’ Vanessa offered, licking her lips.

Emily reached the armchair where Sophie sat and cowered behind it with just her head visible. ‘Yes, it was The Hunt,’ she said, breathlessly. ‘Sophie, can you please get me something to wear?’

‘A deal’s a deal!’ exclaimed Sophie. ‘Melody and Susan, could you go find something in my room which might fit Emily while I tidy up in here?’ As the two dark haired girls left the room Sophie stood to begin her tidying, although Emily noticed that the only thing she seemed to tidy away was the towel which was crumpled on the floor. ‘Vanessa, can you look after Emily while I sort out this laundry?’

Suddenly Vanessa and Emily were alone in the quiet room. Vanessa smiled warmly. ‘That was the best round of charades I’ve ever seen, Emily.’

Emily could feel that her face was very warm, she assumed she was bright red. ‘Oh, thanks,’ she managed to say. Vanessa moved to sit on the armchair next to her, and put an arm around her shoulders. Crouched behind the arm with her hands clutching her breasts Emily felt Vanessa’s cool hand stroking her shoulder, then move slowly down her spine. The gentle touch was welcome, but she was ashamed of her nakedness and in spite of herself wanted to pull away. But she couldn’t move from her meagre cover, of course.

‘What happened to bring you here Emily?’ Vanessa asked quietly. Emily could feel her breath on her ear, she was so close, ‘and what happened to your clothes?’

The hand was on the small of her back now, and Emily tried to suppress a little shiver. ‘Well, I had a couple of accidents at work…’ her eyes glazed over, thinking of how kind Mr Jackson had been, and how much she had let him down by running away in the middle of her shift. She wondered if she might be able to go back tomorrow and try to explain everything to him. Well, not everything of course. He certainly wouldn’t want to hear about how she had been running about in the woods with hardly any clothes on, writhing around in the mud. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to face the other workers at the fairground, either. Maybe she should just go back to Mr Francis and ask for another position. He had often complimented her on her skills. Why, even when he put her forward for the fairground position he said he was sure she would be ideal because he just knew she was going to be very good with her hands, which reminded him of a different kind of job she could do for him. So there must be something else he would like to give her, she thought.

Emily was almost decided, she wouldn’t be able to return to the fairground, and she actually felt better for knowing she would never have to see that place again. Then she remembered where she was and her mind returned to her current situation with a jolt. How long had it been since the girls went to find her some clothes? Surely they would be back any second?

Suddenly Emily jumped, feeling a sharp pinch on her bottom. Her legs involuntarily straightened and she jumped with a shriek, actually slapping Vanessa on the side of the face with her tummy as she rose from her crouched position. And at this exact moment Melody and Susan returned to the room, and Melody grinned, Susan’s eyes widened again, to see Emily standing holding both breasts with Vanessa’s face right next to her exposed pussy.

‘Well, I see you two are getting on famously!’ laughed Melody. ‘Are you sure you still want some clothes Emily, or shall we come back later?’ Vanessa turned to her friend, now it was her turn to be breathless.

Emily ducked back behind the armchair again. ‘Yes please!’ she cried, holding out a hand, ‘give them to me!’

Melody handed the small bundle over. ‘There wasn’t much, Sophie is quite a bit smaller than you, but these might work.’ As Emily looked through the clothes she was aware of the other girls excitedly looking through a box which Susan said she had found under Sophie’s bed. She was grateful for the distraction and paid them no mind as she found a red bikini, much too small. No way, she thought, and placed it on the armchair. Next was a pair of denim shorts which she doubted she would be able to pull up past her thighs. Then a black crop top, which might stretch enough to fit, but then a short strapless navy dress made of a light cloth which almost certainly would be stretchy enough to cover her. While the girls were laughing about whatever was in the box she pulled it up over her hips and stretched it over her boobs. It was very tight, and she could barely breathe, but at least it just covered her bottom and the tops of her thighs. She tugged at the hem, trying to make herself a tiny bit more decent, but she realised there was a fine balance between covering her thighs and her boobs. Right now, everything was inside the dress, and she was going to be sure to keep it that way.

‘Fuck me,’ Melody gasped. She was staring at Emily, holding what looked like a large rubber penis in her hand. Emily stared at it with wide eyes, her hand over her mouth.

‘What is that?’ she exclaimed.

‘What?’ she glanced at the thing in her hand. ‘Oh, I assume it’s Sophie's. I was going to give you a surprise, but seeing you in that dress I think I might need to keep it all to myself!’

Emily wasn’t sure she wanted any more surprises, but still looked down at herself, smoothing the dress over her hips. ‘Is it okay?’ she asked.

‘Okay?’ smiled Vanessa. ‘It’s breath taking!’ Emily could see the box which Susan was clutching, there was a smooth black rod sticking up out of it, and a pale purple thing which looked a bit like a kitchen utensil, but it had a strange rubbery looking dome on the end. Vanessa was holding a pair of silver handcuffs. ‘What is that?’ she asked again.

Then Sophie returned, and screamed when she saw the box. ‘What the fuck? What are you doing with… with…’ she glared at Emily. ‘Why does this always…?’

Sophie was clearly lost for words, and Melody moved to comfort her, hugging and whispering to her friend. Within only a few seconds the atmosphere lightened considerably and she was smiling again, then the girls were huddled around Susan and the box, lightly teasing Sophie as they played with the contents. ‘Hey, Emily, come and join in, don’t stand there on your own!’ Melody called over. ‘There might be something here you like!’

Emily walked slowly and carefully. Each step caused the hem of the skirt to ride up her thighs slightly, and she couldn’t breathe too deeply for fear of tearing the bust and having her boobs pop out. She stood between Sophie and Melody, with both Sophie and Emily blushing as Susan and Melody explained that the box contained a stash of sex toys.

Enthralled by the array of strange ‘toys,’ Emily was suddenly aware of a loud buzzing noise and felt an intense tingling sensation as something hard was pressed against her bottom. ‘Freeze! This is the Police!’ It was Vanessa, shouting and putting on a deep voice as the others laughed. Emily jumped slightly and reached to protect her bottom with both hands, and felt a cold metal ring close around one wrist. With a sharp rasp she felt both wrists pulled together and another clasp closed around the other. ‘You are under arrest for being outrageously hot! Anything you say will be taken down and used in evidence! Anything you do say had better be about this dress!’

Emily realised her hands were held together behind her, and she spun around to see Vanessa laughing. She struggled to free her arms, realising immediately that she was causing the dress to slip down around her boobs and to ride up over her thighs and bottom. She tried to stand perfectly still and to hardly breathe; she had to free her hands before her dress was only covering her tummy.

‘Very good, you got me,’ she tried to be a good sport, ‘but I really would like it if you freed my wrists now.’

‘Of course!’ laughed Vanessa, ‘Sorry, just a bit of fun. Sophie, can you give me the key for the handcuffs?’

‘Oh, I lost that ages ago,’ Sophie replied.