The Ace acquaintance

Opening the door, Kirsty was met by a familiar face. It was her much taller British junior from school: Acela.

Kirsty's unfeeling nature had kept the people she considered "friends" to a comforting zero, but Acela was the person she spent most her time with, making them associates by default. The girl had several qualities that made for a good confederate; notably, she was somewhat intelligent, receiving straight As in every subject without putting in much effort, often making fun of people who struggled with working up their grades. In addition, the girl had a strong attitude, and rather rude vocabulary, causing her to struggle with her classmates not liking her all that, just like Kristy. This despite her good looks a well toned body undera tight, leather jacket and pants combo.

Now the girl was standing outside her door; hands crossed; and bearing an annoyed, almost offended expression on her punk like features. "Umm, what the hell are you wearing? Oh, let me guess: Your creep of a brother dressed you like that while you were asleep, and now you can't fucking remove it before someone tells you to? Well let's bloody leave already so that dumb-ass sock stroker doesn't follow us. Come on, hurry up, clown face! I'll let you borrow my jacket if that means you'll cover yourself before anyone sees you with me dressed like this!" She barked before dashing behind Kirsty, pushing her out of the doorway and onto the sidewalk.

Kirsty was startled at first, but soon identified the opportunity presenting itself to her. If she could convince Acela to help her steal the script from her brother, she'd be sure to have the upper hand. With permission, she happily ripped off her mocking clown nose She pulled on the leather jacket given to her, grinding her teeth as the zipper refused to close above her cartoonishly round bust and immediately became surprised when she felt Acela's hands ease up from her back, their momentum slowing until they reached a halt.

Turning around questioningly, Kirsty was met by the resting bitch face of her partner, standing there as if waiting on something. As she of course was! Her hunk of a brother was late again, after all. Kirsty groaned in annoyance, questioning why they had to wait just because Chris was late, until she recalled that this had been their idea the whole time! They always preferred walking to school only a few feet in front of Chris. Speaking of Chris: He finally came strutting confidently out of the house with the script in hand.

Not knowing the contexts, Acela simply rolled her eyes at him, probably assuming he had joined the fanfic club or something, before walking ahead sanctimoniously. Kirsty, being more wary of the item, tried to follow suit while still keeping tabs on what was happening behind her; however, kept unwittingly letting her eyes wander over to admire how big her brother's arms were in his stylish get-up, feeling her puss-puss getting wet in the process.

Not registering Kristy's distracted state, Acela went on like normal. "So my mum had the fattest stick up her arse this morning, telling me off about drinking liquor last night. You don't know how lucky you are Buttslut; your mum would literally shove a bottle of vodka up her arse if you asked her to."

Allowing herself to turn away from the script for a minute, Kirsty took on a concerned expression as she lowered her voice, taking this as an opportunity to inform of the danger looming not far away. "Listen Ace, Buttslut knows this will sound crazy, but you need to trust Buttslut on this, ok?" Acela raised an eyebrow, drifting a bit closer to the girl walking next to her. "Buttslut's brother has somehow gotten his hands on a magical script that lets him alter all of reality. Now, before you say anything, Buttslut needs to tell you that you can't have Chris's smegma! Buttslut has been jilling to the thought of cleaning her handsome brother's mega dick all year; so Buttslut gets first dibs as his cum towel!" Kirsty demanded before clasping her hand over her mouth in shock. Acela similarly made a rare shocked expression, but it soon turned into an accusing, no bullshit stare down.

"Are you taking the fucking piss?! If anyone needs to have their bratty mouth stuffed by your brother's fat alpha-male balls its me! My dirty bint mouth has been looong overdue a good soaping, and gagging it with just one of Chris's dominating testicles is sure to shut me up long enough to have his juicy ball-sweat clean the bitch out of me!" the delinquent countered adamantly before changing her character completely as if something appalling just hit her. "Wait... What the hell!?"

Still shocked, but feeling a little happy that someone else than her got the short end of the stick for once, Kirsty spoke next with a hint of smugness in her voice, "Buttslut tried to tell you: It's Chris."

Clearly pissed off, Acela peeked behind her shoulder to see aforementioned individual seemingly to busy staring at their asses to be thinking up any notorious scheme. He certainly was the kind of guy who'd think of doing something as disgusting as changing people by the whim of his pencil.

She noticed Kirsty awkwardly pulling at the hem of her daisy dukes, likely noticing the same thing she had, and trying and failing to cover her exposed booty. Luckily for Acela, her clothing weren't as gruesomely inviting, but it still gave her chills how the dweeb behind her was openly staring at her tight, leather, polyester, knife pleated, micro skirt, ending just above her taut ass cheeks and bouncing up vigorously with each further step.

Cursing out loud, she couldn't believe her choice of wardrobe, until a bell rang in her head.

"Oh blimey! You might be fucking right!"