SS Undercover Ch 10

“Maybe rather than physically abusing someone, a better punishment would be making sure she has fun, and then she has to question her sexuality. Subtle. Highbrow, elevated ****,” Cassie suggests.

“Cute,” Kayla says.

“You say that now.” Cassie meets her gaze.

Kayla doesn’t exactly back down, but she swallows. Elsa looks annoyed.

“Oh!” Kylie’s dramatic gasp makes everyone jump. She points. “We have to dress up!” Did she just now notice the racks of clothes?

“Kylie,” Ying begins soberly, but nobody’s listening. Elsa steps forward, and Colby looks intrigued. Apple has just returned, and she’s just as red as she was when she left. Kylie ignores her and the bottle of water and begins to tear through the rack as though she’s at Nordstrom with a gift card. “Yes!” she shrieks, holding up a corset. She whirls on them, eyes shining. Her drunken gaze meanders a little as it moves from woman to woman. “Ying!” She shakes the garment.

“I don’t think so, Kylie.”

“I will suck on your toes.”

“That’s very generous, but no thank you.”

“I will do your chores.”

Ying looks tempted. “For how long?”

“A week.”

“I’ll take that deal,” Colby says.

“Me too,” Elsa adds.

Kylie is not thinking about how she’s going to feel tomorrow when she wakes up with a hangover and learns that she’s doing everyone’s chores for a week. She euphorically selects costumes for each of them.

Cassie looks away as the clothes start coming off and goes to the wall, where vibrators wait. Kayla isn’t watching the others changing; she’s watching Cassie. Cassie tries to hide her nerves and excitement. There’s nothing to be gained by fronting; there is absolutely no reason not to simply be herself. She still wants to act as though she’s done this a million times. She’s used a vibe on another girl before, but the closest she’s ever come to having an audience is almost getting walked in on while making out in high school once.

Cassie selects a fat, purple vibe with some convincingly lifelike details and checks the batteries. When she turns around, she questions her eyes, yet Kylie’s selections don’t really surprise her.

Elsa now wears a cartoonishly slutty French maid costume; it’s all ruffles and nothing else. She has an impressive array of tattoos, but her body is pale and skinny. The fishnets are definitely a look. The little hat on her head is pretty cute, though.

Colby is covered by nothing but straps; the harnesses bite into her soft flesh, which is all tomato red because by agreeing to this, she has clearly tampered with powers beyond her understanding. Her areolas are so huge that the ridiculous straps don’t even fully cover them; her futile efforts to fix the situation cause a boob to spill out. A few minutes ago, Colby was hardly the most attention-grabbing woman here. Like this, her powerful squeezability isn’t going unnoticed by anyone.

Ying wears the corset selected by Kylie with a surprising amount of dignity; she’s pretty and elegant, and it looks spectacular. Rather than ridiculous, the X-shaped black tape covering her nipples makes her look genuinely badass and authoritative, yet still warm and friendly. It’s all in her bearing.

They have somehow squeezed poor Apple into a full latex suit that gives her such a violent camel toe that she shifts around fascinatingly, the lights reflecting on the glossy black. The look flatters her slim build.

Kylie has chosen thigh-high stockings and a bold bustier. It’s a little annoying how effortlessly she pulls off the look, even drunk. Incredible.

“Oh my god,” Kayla mutters tiredly.

“Wow,” Cassie says.

“Scared yet?” Kylie asks.

Kayla snorts. “You know how hot I can get a guy by telling him I got tied up and messed with by a bunch of CCL chicks in bondage gear? I just won’t tell him you’re a bunch of fucking weirdo losers in Spirit Halloween costumes.”

“I love Spirit Halloween,” Cassie says.

“Oi. Beautiful,” Kylie says, catching her eye. She holds up another bustier. “Suit up.”

Cassie sighs. It would be gauche not to play along. She hands Kylie the vibe and takes the hanger. “Do I get some tape for my nips at least?”

“We used the last of it.”

“Nice.” Cassie strips down, suddenly self-conscious about her tan lines and the birthmark on her inner thigh.

“Aren’t you a little stacked for a runner?” Kayla asks.

“For I am a sinner in the hands of a dumbass sorority. Ibuprofen, full of liver damage, blessed are you among over-the-counter medications,” Cassie replies, allowing Kylie to help her with the bustier. Ying moves in to assist. “Pray for me now, at the hour of my succumbing to peer pressure, and bring some weed and Chex Mix.”

“Amen,” Kylie says, patting Cassie’s bottom and returning the vibe. “Gonna do the honors? Try real hard to impress me?”

“Uh, sure.”

“Wait,” Apple says, lowering her voice and squeezing between them to form a loose huddle. She throws a surreptitious look at the disgusted Kayla. “Maybe we should find out who sent her to take our knickers. If we get her feeling quite good and then stop, she’ll talk. It always works in hentai.” Those sure are some words, and she says them earnestly.

Colby nods. “She’s right. That does always work in hentai.”

Elsa stares at her with naked disgust. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Cartoon porn,” Kylie says. “Get with the nineties.”

“Actually,” Ying says in her gentle voice. “That is a thought. She might tell us if we promise to let her go. Maybe we don’t need to do any of this, and we should find out. We should discourage this.”

“Maybe it was your girlfriend,” Elsa says waspishly.

“I doubt that,” Ying replies.

What Ying is saying has occurred to Cassie as well. Everyone seems to like the idea of getting answers, and Kayla is certainly gift-wrapped for interrogation.

Try it the “hentai” way, endorsed by Colby and Apple?

Or make a perfectly reasonable offer?