Gingerbread lady

You walk to the dining room with Felicity and ask her smiling: “You want a girlfriend like her just now or what? I’m not sure, sheesh…” She laughs and leans on the table. She’s wearing a pretty nice gingerbread lady costume. just a brown dress with a big neck hole and white buttons. She looks great in anything, that’s what you have noticed. “I would, honestly. She’s hella cute. What about you? You more of the Pri type? Wanna get dommed by that huge cock? Put in your place?” You laugh and cringe at the thought: “Shit… in another life maybe. Yeah, I’d want to fuck someone like Leah too. Girl was dripping on the floor, I swear. Why aren’t all they like that?” Felicity smirks and you pose for her.

“Like my costume? Do you think I can get a little submissive girl with this? I like the pants. Look. My ass looks hella good in this.” You let her see your cake and she crosses her arms and rolls her eyes: “You sure you wanna go there? The party’s held by Penny fucking Novogaliante. You know what’s her deal? Why she’s not as popular as the Darlingtons and shit.” You shrug and look at your friend’s bust, how nice and deep her cleavage is on that dress.

“She’s a goodie girl. Daddy’s been keeping her on a leash for so long she’s completely a lost case. She can't go out or fuck or daddy's gonna know. You fuck here and she will have a meltdown if she hears, I bet my ass on that, and if you try talking to her like that… you are going to get lynched, sister. You know her family? Tought fucking killers from Europe. Racist as fuck. And you know what’s worse? Wouldn’t even be the first time.” You listen not believing it - can all that really be true, is Penelope all that?

“You’ve got to be kidding me. I knew she was all nice and wholesome and shit, but… you think it's all strict like that? Have you seen what she’s wearing?” Felicity takes a grape from the bowl on the dining table and frowns and explains: “Thing is, she doesn’t realize it’s slutty as fuck. Doesn't think it's too lewd or nothin'. Yeah, I know, fucked up. And nope, she is the kind of bitch you can’t show a few sexy videos to and she’s suddenly all horny for you. Girl is brainwashed. And that’s why I advice you’re really careful here, sister. Just have a nice christmas party, Got it? I don’t want you to get mixed up with her family. That shit is mafia shit. Racist mafia shit.”

You suddenly feel uneasy in the pit of your stomach. Somehow you are even more interested now, but in a way you want nothing to do with her. “That’s… surprisingly hot. But yeah, I’m not going to… yeah, I have to be careful. Gee, thanks, Liz. I don’t know what to say.” Your friend smiles and hugs you and slaps your ass which she is apparently ok to do, not so much the other way around. “Come on. We can still have fun. And I was thinking of doing someone in the bathroom anyways. Not you. You smell like shit, someone clean and fuckable. Preferably without a cock too.” You roll your eyes and laugh. “Who? Gonna tell me?” She shakes her head and bites her lip: “You’ll find out. Now, let’s go dance. They are playing better music, come on!”