Ice Queen

You still haven’t seen Penelope, the hostess of the party so you go around talking with some other people. You see someone interesting chilling by the bar. It’s Giuliana Marchand, someone you are half-friends with in school. She was also a friend of Chelsie Darlington so you were kinda her friend as well for a while. “'Sup. Didn’t know you were here too.” She is wearing a very nice white dress and a tiara. That going with her perfect white skin and bleached white hair makes her look quite something. “Oh, hey. Can you believe it. She invited me here… I don’t have a fucking dick. We’re not even friends…” She seems a little frustrated and you can’t understand.

“But why’d you come then? And dress up all fancy and shit? Is that even christmas themed? I don’t see it.” You look over the counter and see that there’s a shit-load of booze and everything behind it – you wonder if it’s all fine to drink or not. “Ok… fine, it’s supposed to be an ice queen. You know, like a… hmm… a frosty woman of high status. That’s me tonight. I honestly only came because I like the costume so much. Do you like my hair? Bleaching from black to white is a pain in the ass. But it’s nice huh?” She brushes her white hair and the more you look at her dress you keep wondering if you should say it until you just let it out.

“You here to capture all us black bitches into your little harem, or am I reading you wrong.” She looks at you a little weirded out and you feel stupid for saying it. “I can if you want. What do you mean? I didn’t really come here to fuck, but sure, I can fuck. I broke up, you see…” You remember Ulla being really big on being with her boyfriend and realize it must really suck now for her after being with him for so long. “Sorry about that… you ok? And… I didn’t meant nothing by it…”

She nods and sighs: “I might be a little on edge myself. I’ve not had dick for a week and I’m honestly kinda out of options. Turns out nobody really likes me that much. Can you believe that?” You never really saw her as especially popular. She was always just overshadowed by Chelsie and Talia, this other girl you used to be friends with who does modeling and fashion and shit. “I’m sorry, queen. It’s just that everyone can tell you are looking for a short-time partner for now, you know? Nobody wants to be the one who does it, you know?” She gets a look of realization and nods: “Guess you’re right. We never talked that much. So, you are a futa, right? You know, I attended the halloween party. They had the same thing going on.”

You only started dating Chelsie after the party this year so you are not that surprised that you didn’t get invited, but it still felt kinda bad back then. “Did you get girlcock?” You ask feeling a little hopeful. She shakes her head and sighs: “I was with him still. Didn’t feel right. And no, I’m not in the mood. Sorry. But do you know any of the girls on… that… table.” She points at the table you just sat at: “The shorty and her girlfriend. Ask them. They’ll let you pound them. Shit was wild back in Darlingtons’... those two, phew… you wouldn’t guess, would you?”

You can’t believe it yourself – they seem like the most boring group here. “Really? The shorty? Pearl, right? Yeah, I just talked with them. Do you think she would…?” You see her smirking and feel embarrassed. “It’s fine. Yeah… I think she and March Bailey are together. Not too sure though. But they seem like your best bet. And also maybe Felicity. You know her?” You do, she’s your gym partner, a real hard-assed bitch. “No way! Is she here too? We’re this close! Ha! But… yeah, we’re not… not like that.” You remember once in the gym you slapped her ass and she punched you in the gut. That really came across as her not wanting anything to do with your dick.

“Well… I think that’s really everyone. Well, there’s Noemi. But I don’t know her. It’s weird. Do you get the feeling she wants me to suck her off? I always get that vibe. Always. She just has that look.” You have absolutely no idea and feel she’s monologuing about shit that doesn’t concern you: “Thanks for the help. Hope you get better. Maybe we can hang out tonight?” You get up and it’s then that you see Penelope, the host standing before everyone wearing the sexiest Ms. Claus costume you can imagine. Just an apron, nothing else.

You hear a little noise and look down and take a step back. It doesn’t first come apparent to you, but you got caught up looking at the hostess with your dick on Ulla’s face. You also got hard looking at her and now you feel embarrassed. Ulla has a confused look on her face and she looks up and you leave quickly, refusing to look at the sexy costume or Ulla the ice queen anymore. You actually did that just now. She won't forget that the whole night, fuck.