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Costume Party (Vote Open)

The costume party was already bustling by the time Martin showed up. There was a range of costumes from the mundane vampires and cowboys to the Halloween oddities like sexy carrots. There was less skin exposed than a typical day around the pool, yet somehow the playfulness and novelty made that which did appear more titillating.

Martin found the punch and the sisters found him.

“Hello there Conan,” said Meagan. “You look good as a barbarian.”

Martin turned to find Meagan dressed as herself. That is, she was dressed, in a manner of speaking, as a doctor. He could tell because of the stethoscope. She was also wearing white stiletto heels which made her legs look so long and sexy the rest her vanished for a moment while his eyes crawled their way up them.

The only other element to her costume was a white lab coat which she would have been expelled from any lab for wearing. It was fitted to the point of straining the buttons. The neckline plunged far enough to draw the eye for an impolite duration where it would find the hints of lacy white adventures lurking beneath. The bottom was so snug and short that the slightest step seemed to risk indecent exposure. She had accomplished the near miraculous by having a costume which exposed nothing it shouldn’t, but you couldn’t look away because at any moment it might expose everything.

“Hello doctor,” Martin managed to **** out. He didn’t pretend not to be aroused by her outfit.

While the two were distracted, Tabitha spiked the punch.

She had brought the bottle of lust and couldn’t think of a better way to encourage a bit of excitement than by having the temperature of everyone in the room turned up a couple of degrees. She upended it into the punchbowl and ladled out three cups. “Drinks?” she offered, taking one for herself.

Martin nearly bit his tongue when he stopped to look at Tabitha.

She was much more clothed than her sister, in a quantity of fabric sort of way. She had dressed as a Japanese shrine maiden, with very loose red pants with many pleats, and a white robe. It was, in theory, a very conservative costume. Which is partly why what she’d done seemed so scandalous. The sides of the trousers were open and fell beneath the hip. The white robe should have covered that but had been split above the narrowing of her waist, leaving her whole hip exposed and showing no hint of undergarment. A hand could just slide in like entering a pocket and find her folds without obstacle. Besides that distraction, her bountiful breasts were practically spilling out. Marshmallowy tits with cleavage you could run a marathon along were on proud display, nipples barely beneath the neckline of the robe. The cat ears and tail added the sense that she’d fallen right out of the pages of a very naughty Japanese comic.

“Thanks,” Martin took the drink offered gratefully and slammed it back. His mouth had gone quite dry.

“Oh there’s Aanya,” said Meagan with delight. “I’ll bring her a drink and say hi. Save a dance for me, Conan.” She winked and walked away, letting Martin admire her incredible legs as she went.

Once out of earshot, so as not to embarrass her sister by correcting her, Tabitha said. “You dressed as John Carter of Mars? You are such a nerd.”

Across the room, Meagan met a pair of Disney princesses.

Aanya greeted the doctor with a kiss on each cheek, and a little shimmy. She was the very embodiment of Princess Jasmine: long black hair, piercing eyes, a baby blue blouse which was barely more than a bra, with matching harem pants which were just opaque enough that you couldn’t tell the brand of her thong. They left her sculpted tummy and narrow waist proudly exposed.

Val greeted the doctor with a scowl, pursed lips, and crossed arms, which matched her outfit perfectly. Aanya had **** her into a Tinkerbell outfit: tiny green dress, elfin ears, and shimmering pixie wings.

“You look absolutely adorable,” said Meagan, which did not help Val’s mood. Having her skin exposed and curves flattered did not sit comfortably with her. She wore board shorts and a rash guard at the pool. Her youthful, spritely features, ones which she fought so hard to hide behind tomboy style, were making her appear cute as a pixie.

Sensing her compliment hadn’t landed as desired, Megan tried to change the subject. “Did you get those wings from the same place that did Tabitha’s tail? They look so real.”

“Yeah,” said Val, grudgingly accepting that they were impressive work. “There’s sort of a mechanism they glued to my back and then concealed with silicone or something. It’s going to be like taking off the world’s biggest band aid. I need a drink to survive this evening.”

“I brought you both punch,” said Meagan, handing over two glasses.

“That’s a good start, but where’s the whisky?”

Admiring the princesses at a safe distance were two other cartoon characters. Sophie and Andi had come as Roger and Jessica Rabbit.

Whatever miracles of corsetry had squeezed Andi into the almost unbelievable hourglass figure were hidden beneath the sequined red gown with a slit up to her waist. The backless, strapless bodice was doing heroic work supporting and displaying her magnificent breasts. Long red hair fell over one eye, giving her a look of sultry mystery. Her hand, encased in a long purple glove, held that of her partner.

Roger Rabbit is not traditionally a costume one would imagine was alluring. Slouchy red overalls and a polka dot bowtie do not appear in most fantasies, yet somehow Sophie was making it work. Perhaps she believed all the heads turning were for Andi. They were not.

What she’d failed to understand about costumes was the power of the tease, the possibility of something being exposed that wasn’t meant to be seen, the titillating glimpse of something unintended. Beneath the overalls, she wore a slightly shear form-fitting white body suit to give herself the rabbity whiteness, and quite obviously nothing underneath it.

The sides of comically loose overalls sagged just below the hem of the spandex at her hip, giving glimpses of skin others were proudly showing, but the accident of it drew the eye. Also, the straps were so loose that one or the other shoulder strap kept slipping off. Each time, almost exposing a breast but always being caught before the mystery as to whether her nipples would be visible through the spandex was answered. Every quick movement carried the possibility of both shoulders falling and the woman being left exposed in her high-cut, translucent wrapping.

She also greatly underestimated the effect a petite woman bunny ears had on people.

“I’m impressed that you came in that,” said Andi. “You’re getting more comfortable with yourself.”

“It’s a lot easier when I know everyone is looking at you,” she replied.

A familiar waitress skipped up to them. “Can I offer you a drink? The punch is very good, or I could get you something stiffer, if you like?”

“Uh huh,” was all Sophie could reply. She was, in that moment, discovering some deeply buried parts of her sexual awakening which involved an obsession with Julie Andrews in the Sound of Music.

Katie was wearing a nun’s habit, or at least thirty percent of one. Most habits aren’t largely latex with mesh sides and typically cover more of the legs than a miniskirt. That indecent exposure was partly made up for by gartered stockings, though.

After enjoying the reaction she earned from her recent sleepover companions, Katie trotted off to fetch them something to drink.

"I'm thinking sinful thoughts," said Sophie, lost in the latex covered butt walking away from her.

"Me too," confirmed Andi.