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A Skimpy's Fall
by Bad Miss Emma
"Well, what do you think then?" Cat asked shyly. She pressed open the
wooden doors of the changing room cubicle a slither, her face peeking
out
cautiously to where her brother awaited.
"Come out all the way so I can see you." Her brother Jase told her.
Cat swung open the doors the full way, and growing in confidence,
strutted
out in front of her brother. She felt wobbly on the high crystalline
shoes. They were too high for her. The outfit was too skimpy for her.
She
felt naked apart from the tightness of the white g-string she wore and
the
pressure the top of the dress placed around her breasts. She felt like
a
fake. Dressed in the wrong outfit. This wasn't her style. Her ankle
turned
a little inward as she tried to maintain her balance. She swung her
body
over to one side so as not to let her weight fall under her, almost
tripping. Her other foot trod outwards to counteract the sway.
"I'm not sure about the shoes, Jase." She commented.
"Maybe a bit of practice.... The dress and shoes look great." Jase
said.
Cat wore an outfit called "Baby Doll." It had been hanging off a
mannequin
in the front shop window. The name of the shop was "Erotic Cotton," a
weird name for a store. The store was located on James St. in
Northbridge;
a back suburb of Perth city, harbouring other erotic shops such as
Barbarellas and strip tease clubs. Prostitutes strutted down James St.
wearing cris cross stockings and long black coats. Northbridge looked
impressive at night but trashy during the day.
"Erotic Cotton" was a new store. It had replaced an old cyber cafe. It
had
steps from the street leading up in a spiral staircase, the bottom of
the
staircase between the two front windows with the dead hanging
mannequins
in them; the walls were painted black. Cat felt uncomfortable with the
staircase. The flow of light down the staircase meant that people
walking
up the street would be able to see whoever was entering the store.
Cat was a self-conscious and cautious person, who didn't charge nimbly
up
the steps like other women in their skimpy outfits; often a little
drunk
with their girlfriends looking for attire to impress their men.
Contrary
to the name, most of the clothes where lycra and leather and other
sweating synthetics, not cotton. Against one wall were shelves full of
shoes. Slutty strutty look-at-me shoes. The sort that had such a high
heel
that they made a girl look silly and minced. Shoes that pressed calves
outwards like a leg of ham look. A series of shelves in the middle of
the
store were full of dildos and books and videos and blow up dolls. Cat
found herself avoiding looking at those shelves. The thought made her
blush a little. The rest of the store contained coat hangers of skimpy
outfits; cat suits, dance outfits and lingerie. Cat wondered how such
skimpy little pieces of lycra could cost so much.
Cat had come into the store wearing a modest Esprit shirt, her orange
hair
piled up in a bun on top of her head with soft misbehaving strands
hanging
out; refusing to be pinned in. She wore jeans that looked like that
hadn't
been washed for a while. Not the store brought ones deliberately made
like
they hadn't been washed, but real hadn't-been-washed jeans. She kind
of
looked like a cowgirl whose image didn't really fit in with the city.
Certainly not this side of the city.
Jase's eyes expanded when he saw Cat in her outfit. His eyes were like
hers; dark blue like a deep ocean Crayola crayon.
Cat had taken her hair out; it was kind of wild and looked like it
hadn?t
been brushed for a while. It twisted its way down her scapulae. Her
scapulae were prominent and well carved. The back of the dress started
just below her scapulae. It was a white-netted type of material that
stopped just above the crease where her bum cheeks dipped into her
thigh.
A white g-string stretched across her fleshy mound that could be seen
from
the back of her when she stuck her butt out slightly. Her pale thin
legs
held her body up. From the front, her creamy and moon shaped breasts
stretched the material slightly, and her nipples, from the slight
coldness
of the room, protruded through as bumps in the material.
Jase looked at her longer than necessary to assess the dress.
"Let's get it" Jase said.
Once Cat changed back into her jeans, she and Jase watched the shop
assistant wrap up the baby doll dress in pink tissue paper and place
it in
a box. Jase handed over the money for the dress in cash.
Cat caught a sideways glimpse at her brother. There was a bulging at
the
front crotch of his jeans. Although prudish, her curiosity gripped her
momentarily wondering what he would look like down under there. He
could
be well hung; he could be small or banana shaped or dingle dangly.
Ashamed
with her thoughts on her own brother, she looked away. Her blue eyes
meet
with Jase's for a fraction of a second, before they walked out of the
store down the spiral staircase. Had he seen her looking at him? He
seemed
to acknowledge it somehow by his broader and confident pace, which
contrasted with his sister's.
Jase had approached Cat yesterday. Cat had been sprawled out over the
couch in their family apartment, reading a book on psychology, getting
frustrated with all the big words and jargon she couldn't understand.
Jase
came into the lounge room and proposed the idea to her. Jase's best
friend, Dave, was having his 21st birthday party. His parents had let
him
have their house for the weekend, whilst they hired a hotel for the
night.
Dave wanted a skimpy for his party. Jase wanted his sister to be his
skimpy because Dave fancied Cat and they hadn't been organised to book
a
professional skimpy to hire early enough.
Cat had been speculative at the idea. She placed her reading glasses
down
her nose a little, in disbelief and said no.
Jase asked if she'd do it for $200
Cat shook her head, and continued reading.
Jase asked if she'd do it for $500
Cat looked up from her book and said she'd consider it.
Cat had been fired from being a check out chick in Woolworths the week
before. She needed money desperately for university. Books were
expensive.
Her plans to live away from home were expensive. Her bomb of a car
needed
to be repainted after some bastard keyed it. But would $500 cut it?
Would
that put her on the same platform as the Northbridge prostitutes?
Would
other people who thought they were better and more moral and didn't
need
the money condemn her as being a cheap slut?
The party was in Nedlands, a more classy side of Perth city. Cat was
nervous when Jase pulled his car up to the driveway and parked on the
lawn. Jase held onto the box her dress was wrapped up in. They'd
arrived
two hours before the party to help set up. Cat quickly grabbed onto
her
brother's hand for a moment of support.
"I'm not sure I should be doing this." She said. Jase squeezed her
hand
lightly and rested it by his side.
"Its too late, Cat, you said you would."
Through the doors of Dave's house was a corridor, which Jase placed
the
Erotic Cotton box down in, that lead to the lounge room. Balloons and
streamers, yellow, blue, pink, black decorated the room reminding Cat
of
parties she'd been to when she was five. Dave was in the corner of the
room swooped over a coolie box of beer. He greeted Jase with a slap on
the
back, and leaned forward to give Cat a hug.
Cat's body stiffened as she awkwardly put her arms around Dave. She
drew
her body quickly back away from him.
Dave was big. Not as in muscular big, but as in fat big. He had
sideburns
and had small beads of sweat on his face. He looked like an Elvis
Presley
try hard gone wrong. Or maybe a bit like Elvis in his later years. But
he
had thin lips. He wore cargo pants that scarcely fitted him, and a
checked
shirt. He smelt of alcohol or smoke or pot or whatever.
"I'll show you were the bathroom is." Dave said. He led Cat through a
corridor that came off the lounge room.
It was now 11pm. The house was starting to full with people. Girls in
their dresses smelling of flowers and sugar; and guys smelling musky.
Girls with their hair out, in long black dresses, in short red
dresses, in
casual tank tops and jeans. Guys in suits and guys in jeans and one
guy in
tight fitting leather.
Back in the lounge room, Cat stood by herself in a corner sipping a
glass
of wine. She didn't know anyone here. She felt nervous and wanted to
be
alone. Dave was eyeballing Cat. Cat kept avoiding his eye contact at
all
costs. Jase kept glancing at Cat. Cat kept trying to gain his eye
contact,
as he stood in a corner talking with other guys. Cat didn't know
anyone.
Dave's ex girlfriend was there, and kept giving Cat the evil eye.
It was now 11:30. The room was becoming swamped with fabrics and
smells.
Also the smell of alcohol and sweat; maybe some vomit. Dave and Jase
had
moved a table into one corner of the room, and the music was pumping
louder. Dance music. Cat could feel each beat vibrate up her bones and
shudder at her teeth. Cat tried to smile and not look so conscious and
awkward. A few men were looking at her; but she looked too unsure and
guarding of herself for them to approach her.
12:00. Cat looked at her watch again. She had now had another drink.
Crownies. She could do with another. She could do with another ten.
Jase
had wanted her to dress up when the crowds were high. Now was the
time.
Jase looked at her and made motions with his hands for her to go and
dress. The "Erotic Cotton" box was in the entrance of the house; and
had
been swamped with jackets and jumpers. Her hands shaking, Cat digged
down
through the clothes to her box. She carried it off with her to the
bathroom.
After Cat pulled up her g-string that was a little tighter around her
cunt
than comfortable, she slipped on her dress and store into the mirror.
Her
nose was long; maybe a little longer than attractive; but gave her
some
air of sophistication or classiness that drew men to her. She
stretched
her eyelid over her left eye with her finger, and grinded down the
edges
with eyeliner pencil. Her eyes stood out. She coated her lips with
red;
and stepped into her crystalline shoes. They were still awkward to
walk
in. She heard them clunking on the tiles of the bathroom floor; and
echoing in the room. With one last glimpse in the mirror; and seeing
her
transformation into something almost sexy; she gathered all the
confidence
she had combined with the Crownies and strutted out of the bathroom
into
the party room.
She was a little awkward on her feet. She wanted to pick the g-string
out
of her arse. She couldn't.
The crowds in the lounge seemed to clear a path for her. Suddenly,
under
the influence of alcohol, Cat had become a sex goddess. And she felt a
little uncomfortable inside herself that she was actually enjoying all
the
attention. People moved out of the way. There were a few whistles that
disappeared in the complexity of her mind; and she felt her left check
being pinched; her tits being touched and her legs being felt. A slap
on
the bottom. The smell of alcohol. Stronger on their breath than hers.
She placed one foot on the table set up for her in the corner, and
stretched her leg and arms out on it, lifting herself up onto the
table.
As she did so the softness that the g-string covered was seen between
her
buttocks, and her breasts looked like they were about to flow out the
dress. Jase was eyeing her, she could feel it. She searched for his
blue
eyes, and settled upon them. They supported her. They gave her energy
and
confidence. Someone held a drink out to her. She swooned a little, and
her
vision was becoming a little confused. Things seemed to be moving
slower.
She was noticing different things. Just colours and movement. She
pressed
her left hip out to one side, and then the right. She focused on the
boom
of the music and willed herself to move in time with the music. She
looked
somewhat uncomfortable and uncoordinated.
Cat's left foot collapsed inwards as her ankle gave way. She lost her
balance. Felt the shock in her heart as she fell of the table. Was
caught
by some strange guy who let her body slide down his onto the floor.
Dave
was standing over her. Jase was there too.
"I'll take her and do her ankle up." Dave said.
"Okay" Jase said. Their words didn't make sense to her.
Dave supported her body whilst her arm was around his waist. He smelt
terrible. Like a mixture of sweet with vinegar and strong BO. His arm
was
wet against hers. He lead her through the crowds into the bathroom as
guests swept over and asked if she was okay. She nodded yes and
smiled.
The coldness of the bathroom that Dave led her into encased her body;
now
freezing with the sweat. She popped up goosebumps. Then she felt her
body
being thrown against the wall. Heard a rip as her dress was being
torn.
Her g-string pulled down exposing the bareness of her pussy. She was
frightened. Tears sprung from her eyes. She was angry. Humiliated.
Disgusted with herself and with Dave.
"I want the rest of my birthday present." Dave was saying.
She struggled to support the weight on her crippled ankle. She
hollered
out. But didn't expect there was anyone to hear her. Her body fell
down
against the wall and her arse hit the floor heavily. Dave went down
too,
as he began unzipping himself and preparing to penetrate her.
The door of the bathroom opened. It was Jase.
Jase stood in the doorway looking in shock. He saw Dave with his cock
hanging out, and his naked sister.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Jase asked.
"Getting my money's worth." Said Dave. He was slurring his words with
his
tarded drunkenness.
Jase pushed Dave and Dave aimed a punch in Jase's face.
Blood began pouring out of Jase's nose.
Dave stormed out the room. Jase was left with his naked sister.
Jase held Cat close to him, as she shock with fear. Jase helped her
stand
up again. Cat felt the bulge of his pants against her, as she was now
the
same height of him in her high heels. Jase was becoming aroused.
The dress already torn from her body, Cat felt Jase's hand around her
waist. His fingers felt large and strong. She let her body rest
against
his as they stood against each other breathing heavily.
"You smell of alcohol." Jase told Cat.
"I drank." She said, "and you need to do something about your nose."
Jase pressed his forehead against Cat's, and then placed his head over
her
shoulder as he started to kiss the nape of her neck. Cat let him,
despite
the blood, and felt herself beginning to become aroused; partly with
the
fear of what had just happened, the excitement of being a skimpy, and
wanting security. Jase and Cat had kissed a few times before; but that
was
as far as ever had gone.
Jase's hands were tracing the carving in Cat's back. Cat kept her arms
around Jase as she let him touch her. His hands moved down the bumps
in
her spine, to where it trailed off between her bum cheeks. His hand
moved
down, between the checks, over her arse and following the canyon
separating her thighs, one finger slipped into her whilst the other
bumped
her clit. Cat felt shocked and was unsure what to do or say.
"Jase..." she stuttered.
Jase took his hands away and rested them down by his side.
"Let's take you home," he said. He took off his sweater and put it
around
her.
"I'll get some clothes from Dave's room to wear."
Cat felt herself getting slippery between her legs.
Jase came back to the bathroom with some clothes. He took his own
clothes
off for Cat to wear. Cat saw him pull his shirt over his head,
exposing a
lightly cast six pack and seeing the biceps of his arms contract. She
could see the veins in his arms protruding a little. He then took his
cargoes off, exposing his legs and jocks. His jocks were white and the
bulge was obvious.
"Maybe you could take a little more off." Cat asked him drunkenly.
Jase stood still as he let Cat pull the elastic of his jocks down. She
tugged lightly, and then forced them down around his ankles. His cock
was
erect and hard. Teasingly, she lightly fondled with it. She lightly
stroked her fingers down the shaft, near the tip and then took them
away
again.
Jase was becoming overcome with sensation. He took her hands and
motioned
for her to continue. Cat felt a little frightened by the intimacy she
now
faced with her owns brother, and pulled away.
"We shouldn't." she said.
Jase pulled his jocks up again, and Cat watched him as he put on
Dave's
clothes. He was shaking slightly. His cock was so erect; putting the
jocks
on was proving to be difficult for him.
Cat dressed herself in Jase's clothes, immersing herself with her
brother's scent. She put her g-string back over her very wet pussy,
which
she was aware that Jase had been looking at. His pants were too big
for
her, but she tightened up the string in them as much as she could.
With
her arm around her brother's waist for support, they left the party.