SS Halloween Special Ch 16

“So, CCL’s not horny enough for you, and you hate everybody. Sounds rough,” Kayla says.

“I don’t hate everyone. And it’s not exactly about the horniness. Although…” Elsa rolls her eyes. “I wish we still had the dungeon.”

Kayla looks curious. “Are you into that?”

“I’m not into it like it’s my whole thing, but, you know.” Elsa wiggles her shoulders. “The right time, the right person. I’d like to have the option.”

Kayla grins. She’s trying not to laugh. “Right person, huh?” She looks wistful, and Elsa snorts.

“Right?”

She’s about to start asking questions about Kayla, only for some alarming things in her body to remind her that she doesn’t have that kind of time. Indeed, she has zero time. She has pushed far beyond what is reasonable.

“I’m sorry. I have to go to the bathroom.” She puts her cup down and hurries away. The nearest bathroom is the one in the hall at the back of the house. A downstairs bathroom is not a great idea during a party, but **** times and all. Elsa slips inside and shuts the door. This bathroom is hardly bigger than a closet. She reaches back and struggles with the zipper. She has to pull on the suit to try to get to where she can yank it down, but that pulls up on other parts.

The mixture of feelings in her body is chaotic and overwhelming. She wobbles and grunts, all but stumbling around the bathroom like something from a cartoon. She pulls harder and tries to get the zipper, but her fingers are gloved and clumsy. Whimpering miserably, she tries harder, but that only takes the camel toe situation to cruel new heights, literally. Elsa gasps and nearly falls.

She stops, thoughts racing, only her thoughts are somewhat handicapped by the number of drinks she’s had. She has to be calm. There’s a calm solution to this. The suit doesn’t really stretch; that’s the problem. She can cut it off; she just needs something to cut with. Elsa casts about, then drops to her knees and opens the cupboard under the sink. Not only is there a big first aid kit, there’s a bleed bag, tampons, and everything else someone could need.

The first aid kit contains a tiny pair of scissors.

“Haha! Fuck yes,” Elsa mutters, although there are tears in her eyes. She grabs the scissors and yanks the collar of the suit away from her neck, being as careful as she can with trembling hands. “What? What the fuck?” She tries desperately to snip, but the puny little scissors don’t really cut through the weird, plasticy, rubbery stuff. It’s like they’re just chewing on it. “Motherfucker! Gah!” she cries out when a tap at the door startles her. The scissors fall to the floor.

“Uh, everything OK?” Kayla asks.

Elsa stares at the door in horror, then her legs give out. She falls to her knees, trembling. Sweat streams down her face.

Kayla’s muffled voice is painful to hear. “Are you good?”

“No,” Elsa whimpers.