Poorly for Annabelle

Sarah unzipped her jacket, revealing her heaving chest. Her uniform was scooped so low that you could almost see her nipples, not that they weren't jutting visibly through the velvety black material. Her lips parted in an insane smile, revealing her perfect teeth.

"It doesn't like to be covered," she giggled. "I have to be on display, all the time, or it punishes me. But you'll be seeing exactly what I mean soon." She abruptly released my hand. To my horror, the fingernails on that hand were now the same bright red as hers.

"Why!?" was all I could mange. I tried to bolt from the booth again, but she jammed her stiletto heel into the booth's padding, blocking my exit. I jerked as her other heel quested between my thighs and up my sensible skirt. She caressed my pussy with the tip of her shiny black heel as she answered.

"You were the first to cast me out. You could've helped me." Her mad, blue eyes went wide. "Ooh, a matching set," she giggled. It took me a moment to understand what she meant, but then I saw that both hands were now tipped with red, and my nails were longer.

"That's different from mine," she said delightedly, holding up her hand for me to see her shorter nails. "More bimboey. Ooh, and your lipstick is glittery," she tittered.