The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Back off, I snarled as the guy edged closer. You know the rules.

Just as well I didn’t say it, only thought it. God save me from getting into trouble for offending the ‘paying customers’.

Oh, I could imagine what he’d say. ‘I just wanted a selfie with you.’ Or ‘It’s just an arm about your waist, what does that hurt?’

Yeah, well, that arm has a hand attached. And if that hand reaches for my arse you might just lose it.

Fortunately, the little twerp pulled up at the glare I gave him and kept his distance, holding up his phone to take a shot of me. That’s what I was here for. Well, not just to have my photo taken, but to be seen. Comic conventions need their professional cosplayers, right?

Even if I wasn’t dressed as a comic character, but hey. The organisers had wanted the lead from the latest hit video game. Sure, I could do that. Even if the costume did show enough thigh that I could be arrested if a cop was having a bad day and the top part of the costume was like it was painted on. Apart from the weapons and utilities, of course.

I had the look right.

I was good at this.

I’d want to be, the number of hours it took to make the costume.

Not that I’m complaining. It’s fun, both the making and the wearing. It’s not just throwing a few things together. Getting the parts right, making it look real. But, I swear, if another guy asked me if I actually made the costume myself I might just scream. Is it impossible that a pretty girl can be talented too?

Yeah, I’ve got the looks, nice face, good cheekbones. I’m told I’m pretty. I don’t know. I suppose I must be, or being a cosplayer would never have worked out. But cosplayers are a mess of body-image issues. Still, I like the display part of the job too. Showing off what I’ve done. Being the character. It’s fun. We’re a mass of contradictions, anxiety and liking being the focus of attention. Who knows? Oh, and I have pale blonde hair. Means I can dye it if the character isn’t blonde, not need a wig.

Lucky me.

Of course the next guy in line was looking at my tits.

Okay, not all of the attendees were that bad. Most are pretty good. They know the rules and the limits and some even say nice things about the work I put in. But then there are the ones that think I’m just there to perv at. You can tell that they want to get their hands all over me.

Probably the ones that have never even kissed a girl.

Like this guy. He was practically salivating as he held up his phone.

I could do without it, but I was good worker. Threw him a pose. Side on, knee bent, foot on toes, hands on hip closest the camera, looking that direction, big smile. Sexy but nothing too much. I wasn’t here for that sort of thing. Plus, I knew the lines. Most of the attendees did too. But sometimes it’s ‘Can you do something with the skirt’ So you want it even higher? Not happening. or ‘Can you lean forward’ Nope, not giving you a shot straight down my cleavage. There are kids here and I have to think of my reputation and I have this little thing called self-respect. So they only get what I’m comfortable giving.

Don’t get me wrong, when there aren’t any pervs about it, it is fun, losing yourself in the costume and the character, like it’s armour against the world. Or maybe just good old-fashioned escapism. They can leave everything else at the door.

It had been a busy morning. I needed to keep an eye on the time. I was going to be on a soon. Costuming tips and tricks. Just the basics, but it’d be full. Those of us getting paid were far from the only ones in costume. Just needed to finish up here and…

There weren’t that many left in the line for me.

Oh.

Of course.

I could just see through the crowd gathered around two girls. They weren’t professionals. One, I’d know them if they were. And two, their costumes weren’t up to professional standards. ittedly, they weren’t at all bad. For your run of the mill attendee they were pretty good. But I could see where the proportions were off, the parts that didn’t sit quite right together, the accessories obviously fake.

So help me, I take a professional’s eye. I am a professional.

The first girl, a brunette, had come as the Donna Troy Wonder Girl. The red version of the outfit. But the neckline cutting that low wasn’t right. And the lasso really did look like it had come from a costume shop. The other girl, a blonde, was doing Stargirl. But the shorts were too short, the belt was all wrong and I swear I could see the glue holding the staff together.

None of that mattered to the crowd they’d drawn, because they were all over each other. Like tongues down throats all over each other. Were they serious? I was going to be blinded by the flashes going off. Eventually a couple of the security guys told them to break it up. I swear those two girls needed to get a room somewhere, no matter how innocently they were looking at the security. I couldn’t be sure about Stargirl, given the mask, but Wonder Girl looked no older than a high school senior. They certainly giggled like a pair of high school girls. Before they literally skipped off, hand in hand.

Sheesh.

And then, of course, they turn up in the audience for the . Stargirl had lost her mask somewhere. I didn’t want to think about how, not with the way her hair was mussed. And she looked just as young as her friend. Or probably girlfriend. And both of them had the looks to pull off their characters. If I was honest they were gorgeous and I don’t swing that way.

They even kept their hands to themselves during the . At least as far as I could see. Stargirl surprised me by asking a sensible question about sourcing components. She didn’t even giggle when I answered.

Though, of course, after the some of the audience were crowding around them. God, what was wrong with me? I’m usually not the jealous type when it comes to other cosplayers, amateur or professional, but something about that pair…

I needed to get my head back in the game.

“Hi,” the next guy said. I’d been doing okay, answering some more questions and g a few photos. This guy wasn’t in costume. Mid-twenties at a guess, maybe a couple of years older than me, sort of attractive, in a geeky way. Not my type at all, but at least he was looking at my face. I’d give him points for that. “Thanks for the . Mark,” he added, reaching out his hand.

Just for a shake, get your mind out of the gutter.

“Brighton,” I replied, although he probably knew that from the convention programme. He looked the type to read it thoroughly. “Nice to meet you, Mark.” I assumed that he’d given me his name and it wasn’t some weird conversation gambit. “Can I help you with something?”

“I was wondering if you did commissions.”

Not an unusual request and I do sometimes. But God help me if he wanted anything like a Batman or a Wolverine. He looked like he hardly had a muscle on him. “I can. But I have to warn you, a full costume isn’t cheap. What did you have in mind?” Maybe if I was lucky he’d want a villain, a lot of them are less built.

“Oh, it isn’t for me,” Mark laughed. Some twinkle in his eyes told me that he noticed me giving him the once over. Not like that, mister! But if I was going to make something for him it was going to fit. Professional, ? “It’s for my friends.”

I frowned, as he didn’t seem to have anyone with him.

Mark gave a wave and, of course, who would come over but the giggle twins. Make my day, please.

But, hey, something about Mark told me that he was serious. And if the money was right, I wasn’t going to say no, even if that pair rubbed me the wrong way. Professional cosplay can be hand to mouth stuff.

“Judy, Lisa,” Mark said, doing the formalities. “This is Brighton.”

“Hi Brighton,” Judy (Stargirl) beamed happily, giving me a wave.

“Oh wow,” Lisa (Wonder Girl) added. “Like, a real, like, celebrity. O.M.G.!” The way she squealed and then gnawed her lower lip I’d have dropped my estimate of her age, but she looked too, well, developed, for that.

I shot Mark another glance. He was definitely a few years older than them. Not too many and the way those girls were obviously into each other I didn’t think there was anything skanky going on, but I still wondered.

“This isn’t really their scene,” Mark informed me with an apologetic smile. “They’ve just come along as a favour.”

Some favour, I thought, eyeing the costumes. Even with the flaws they weren’t thrown together overnight.

“But I think they’ve had a good time, and would like to try a bit more.” Mark continued. “Isn’t that right girls?”

“Ab-so-lute-ly,” Judy beamed, inordinately proud of herself that she’d managed a word longer than two syllables.

“Oh wow,” Lisa repeated. “You’re, like, famous. You have to be famous, right? They only put famous people on s.” She clamped her mouth shut, looking away. “Sorry,” she muttered.

Sheesh. Working with this pair was going to be interesting. If I did it. Mark better offer me a good deal.

“So how much would it cost to fix these two costumes and make a couple more for them?” At least Mark was straight to the point.

“Hey!” Judy jabbed him in the chest. “We worked hard on these! Like, real hard. Like whole nights and stuff.”

That made me blink. Judy and Lisa made them? They seemed to have enough trouble stringing a coherent sentence together. For first-timers, the costumes were actually pretty good. Maybe I was judging them too harshly.

Although another giggle from Lisa had me going back to my first opinion.

“So, how much?” Mark asked, ignoring Judy’s comment.

Lisa was seriously swinging her hips like a precocious twelve-year-old. Maybe it was Judy that had what few brain cells the pair possessed. Still, I wasn’t going to up the chance. I quoted Mark a figure. Higher than what I’d normally charge, given what I had to work with, plus a bit tacked on that I could lose in the inevitable haggling.

“Done!” Mark exclaimed, pulling out his phone. “Is twenty percent enough for a down payment? How about fifty? Give me your number and your details and I’ll transfer it now.”

“Uh, okay,” I managed, kicking myself for not opening even higher.

“I’ll send you my address. You free Wednesday to start?”

Between wondering why I was being given his address and not one of theirs and the squeals of excitement from the bimbo brigade I wasn’t sure what I’d gotten myself in to.

We’d arranged for four o’clock for me to turn up on Wednesday. Which I thought was fair, it would give the bubbleheads time to get there from whatever school was unlucky enough to have their enrolments. Although I did wonder what the time meant for Mark’s work. There’d also been some exchanges about what outfits the girls wanted. Unsurprisingly, a Supergirl for Judy. She had the hair for it. The Lara Croft for Lisa was unexpected, although it’s a popular outfit. I didn’t want to think how much chaos they’d cause in those outfits if they repeated their stunt from the weekend’s convention. And a Black Canary and a Batgirl. And the hint of more work if those all panned out. I’d tried suggesting some characters from other publishers, but Mark didn’t bite. I could always try the girls once I was with them. If Mark was the fan, they probably wouldn’t care either way.

My next surprise was the place itself. As I stood outside, I checked the address Mark had sent me. And then checked it again. It at least explained why he hadn’t blinked at the price I’d quoted. I kicked myself again for not starting higher. This guy had money. The place was big. And, like its neighbours, set in grounds that ensured privacy. When I pressed the buzzer I half-expected an English butler to answer, but it was Mark himself on the other end.

Once inside, I tried not to look too much like an idiot as I marvelled at the place. “Are Judy and Lisa here? They must be out of school.”

“Yeah,” Mark laughed. “By about seven years. They’ll be back from work in a couple of hours.”

What? Seven years? No way. There was absolutely no way in hell that pair were in their mid-twenties. It wasn’t just the way they acted. They didn’t look like they’d seen twenty yet. Too just, I don’t know, fresh-faced? No hints of age and those bodies not quite filled out yet. Eighteen, nineteen, sure. Even twenty at a stretch. But twenty-five? Just impossible.

“A couple of hours?” I was getting suspicious. Maybe Mark thought he was getting more for his money than I was ever going to give.

“Yeah,” Mark replied, before quickly adding. “Don’t worry. Picking characters is one thing, but we haven’t talked about which versions of the outfits. I thought we could sort that out before Judy and Lisa got home.”

Home? That had me frowning again. Did they live here too? For a moment I wondered if something was off. But if they were his age then it wasn’t my business. And talking to Mark about costume details would be easier than wading through world record numbers of ‘like’ and ‘O.M.G.’. Where did that pair work anyway? Retail? Tables? Had to be something like that.

I expected Mark to lead me to an office. Somewhere we could look things up on a computer. Instead, I found myself in an enormous lounge room with a matching-sized screen on one wall.

“I can run things through this,” Mark said, indicating the screen. “Have a seat and I’ll fix it up.”

The lounge was definitely comfy, but Mark seemed to be having some trouble with his screen. It was showing these bright colours and weird shapes and…

God, how long was he going to take?

“How are you feeling, Brighton?”

“I am calm, alert and entranced,” I announced. That was weird. Wasn’t it?

Well, the lounge was comfortable and I was just waiting for him to start putting up the images. So I suppose I was calm. Alert? Yeah. I didn’t know this guy. Not really. And it seemed we were the only ones in the house. A pretty girl, alone in a house with a strange guy. Yeah, I was alert. Entranced? Well, those shapes were all sorts of interesting…

“You’re entranced?”

“Yes, I am entranced.” Come on, I’d already said that. Wow, my voice was flat. Maybe I should have added bored as well.

Mark was saying some other stuff, but I didn’t pay much attention. It actually sounded like he knew his tech. But if he did, why was he having so much trouble with the screen?

Not that I was complaining, those weird images were really interesting…

So I didn’t catch what he said. Obviously, it wasn’t important.

Eventually, he did get the screen to work. Not that we got very far with deciding exactly what versions of the characters to model the extra costumes off. Well, he was paying me by the hour as well as for the finished items, so what did I care?

We were still going through possibilities when a “Hey Marky,” interrupted us. Woah! It was six o’clock. Where the hell did all that time go?

My second surprise was what I saw when I turned around. Judy and Lisa were standing there. Although it took me a moment to realise that it was them. I’d expected casual clothes or maybe some uniform. But the pair were in skirt suits and heels. And okay, the skirts were short and the heels weren’t, but it’d muster. They even had attaché cases. Did that pair work in an office?

“Hey Judy, Lisa,” Mark replied.

Something about that had the pair frowning. The girls’ frowns deepened as they all looked at each other, in Lisa’s case the frown turning into a definite pout. They looked like they were expecting something more from him but Mark just stayed where he was and smiled innocently at them. “Why don’t you two go get changed? Then Brighton and I can show you what we’re thinking and she can take a look at the costumes from the weekend.”

Judy shot him a look that was definitely anger-tinged but Lisa just scurried off. Weird, huh? Not my business though. Something told me that.

“So what do those two do?” I asked after they’d disappeared.

“Oh,” Mark waved dismissively. “They’re lawyers. Well, interns at the firm but they’re definitely getting the positions.”

In those skirts, I could imagine exactly what positions.

“Huh. Give a me a sec.” Mark started fiddling with the screen. It had gone all funny again. Wow, just how many colours were there…

Before I knew it, the girls were back. Judy definitely wasn’t wearing a bra under that t-shirt and those denim cut-offs were painted on. Lisa had on a short, pleated red skirt and a white top that would have looked cute on a fifteen-year-old. Actually, both outfits looked like things teenagers would wear…

“Hey, Brighton,” Judy said, surprising me by ing my name. Lisa didn’t say anything, just looking expectantly at Mark. Or, actually, at the floor in front of him. Weird.

None of my business.

“Sit over there,” Mark told them. Which they did. And, of course, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

Sigh.

This was going to be fun.

There was no way that pair were lawyers. Not with the vapid comments and giggles coming from them. Oh well, people are different at work. I knew that from somewhere. Had I thought it while looking at Mark’s screen? Maybe. But it was true, right?

It had to be. The next time I was there, a couple of days later, I actually heard them having what sounded like an intelligent conversation about some legal point or other as they came in. Stopped almost immediately and it was back to airhead land, just like the other night when I’d started fixing up their costumes. Alright, Judy had made a couple of almost coherent comments, but Lisa had just been a mess of embarrassed awe.

Sheesh, it’s not like I was that famous, even for a cosplayer.

So, yeah, people can be different outside work. Totally normal to be a lawyer by day and act like a scatterbrained teenager at night or on the weekend. Nothing unusual or that I had to worry about.

Of course, we still hadn’t nailed down the versions for their new costumes, so I was spending most of my time looking at that damn screen of Mark’s. Which he seemed to have endless problems with. Turns out he was head of IT for the law firm the girls worked at (still had trouble believing that). But if he was some big IT nerd, why did his screen always play up? Shapes and colours that just melted into each other and…

Well, like I said, paying me by the hour, so what did I care?

“What about that one?” I asked, his screen showing the new 52 Supergirl.

“It’s a definite possibility,” Mark replied, sounding a little distracted.

I’d swear he was spending more time looking at me than at the screen. After the first couple of times I’d started wearing one of my cosplays every time I came to Mark’s. It made total sense. He needed to see how good my work is, right? Not something I’d normally do, but he was paying me a lot (even if I should have held out for more). So it totally was the right thing to do. Not sure when I thought of it. Maybe one time I was waiting for him to get his screen working? Ugh, you’d think he wouldn’t have to fiddle with it every damn time. But the colours were soooo pretty…

Whatever, he hadn’t seemed too happy with my first one. Yennefer, from Witcher. Which was annoying, you know? The outfit had a lot of intricate work and I loved what the pants did to my legs. I even put a black wash in my hair. I thought it was one of my best outfits, really showed what I could do. But I realised (after looking at the screen? Uh, maybe?) that it wasn’t the sort of thing the giggle twins would wear.

So it made total sense that, whenever I was heading to Mark’s, I’d choose from my skimpier outfits. Not that I had a shortage of those, video games and comics being what they are. Just as well I had a few, though. I’d sort of started losing count of how many times I’d been to Mark’s. Was it every second day? Might have been. Still, I knew I had it recorded somewhere, and Mark was prompt with payment. Easy income.

That screen, though…

Tonight I’d dug out my Tifa from Final Fantasy 7. Nowhere near as involved as Yennefer, but the gloves had taken a lot of work to get just right.

And, of course, I’d change into the costumes at my place. Just throw a coat on and head off. Why waste time at Mark’s? Plus, it was fun, even driving around, being in costume and people not knowing. The more time I spent in costume the better. Uh, did that make sense? Didn’t that risk damaging them or wearing them out? No, it just meant I got more comfortable in them, more chance to check for any problems. Another great idea I’d had to go with all the others lately.

Anyway, like I said, I’d swear Mark spent more time looking at me now than at the screen. But I knew that he was totally checking out the quality of my workmanship, not how much of my midriff the white crop top showed or how tight that top was or how much of my legs you could see in the pleated black skirt (leather! not vinyl! I don’t cut corners). He absolutely wouldn’t do something like that. I just knew that. Even if his eyes were fixed in the direction of my boobs, he was simply checking the quality of the material I used.

“Hey Marky!” Judy declared brightly as she and Lisa appeared.

“Hey slut-cheeks, titty-bits.” Apparently, they had nicknames for each other. Mark was Marky, or Marky-Mark or things like that. No surprise the girls weren’t that inventive. Judy was slut-cheeks and Lisa was titty-bits. Or sometimes the other way around. And sometimes it was cunt-for-brains or funbags or cum-dumpster or…

Whatever. Didn’t bother me. Cute really. Showed what good friends they were. It had taken a few visits before they were comfortable enough to use those names around me. Not sure why. They were friends. Not my problem what they called each other. Something else I’d thought of while looking at that screen? Why would I think it about then…?

So yeah, I’d found out a bit more about them. Still had trouble believing that the bimbo twins were lawyers, but whatever. This was Mark’s place, but they lived there as well. He was just their friend, which I could totally believe with the way Judy and Lisa were all over each other every chance they got…

Which made fittings an interesting time, but, like I said, paid by the hour.

Including still going through the costume options. So more of that screen…

Mark got up and headed over to the girls, giving their tits (tits? Oh, who cares) and arses a good squeeze. Just their way of saying ‘hello’. They were so comfortable with each other, really good friends, that it almost made me jealous. Can’t when I’d first felt that. Was it looking at that screen of Mark’s?

Couldn’t be. That just made me calm.

And alert.

And entranced.

Nothing to worry about.

I needed to keep this professional.

“What do you think of this outfit?” he asked. For a moment I thought he meant the one on the screen, but then I realised he meant the one I was wearing, Tifa. So I got up, gave them a twirl, then leant forward with my hands on my hips. Not that it gave them that much of a show, the neckline wasn’t that low and the top was tight. But it’s the thought that counts, right?

Totally professional.

“Um, like, what hero is that?” Lisa asked. She may have still been in her office outfit (although was her skirt shorter than mine?) but it looked like she’d flipped her switch to out-of-office mode. More like the lights off mode. Heh.

“It’s from a video game,” Mark patted her shoulder reassuringly. Judy just snickered.

I simply smiled. Like I said, keep it professional.

God, though. Sometimes it wasn’t easy. The next time I was there. Er, was it? I’d have to check. It was all sort of blurring. I’m pretty sure it was the next time. Maybe.

Anyway, when they came in, Mark headed over as usual and gave Lisa her hello squeezes. Which she really seemed to like. But after doing the same to Judy, he pushed the blonde half of the bimbo brigade up against the wall, grabbed her hands in his left one and held them over her head and reached under her skirt with his other hand. And fingerbanged her.

Fingerbanged? When I had ever used that word? But that’s definitely what he was doing. The way Judy was squirming and moaning didn’t leave any room for doubt. And then the way she stiffened and cried out? That girl definitely came.

Wow. Just, wow.

Still, friends do what friends do. I knew that thought came from somewhere. The screen…?

Doesn’t matter. What they did with each other wasn’t my problem. Had I thought of that while looking at his screen? Ah…

Lisa looked a bit put out. I mean, if some guy just walked up and fingerbanged my girlfriend (not that I bend that way) I’d probably look put out too. But it looked more like she was jealous that it wasn’t her…

Which was weird and everything was weird and-

“Brighton, look at the screen.”

Yeah, that was better. Even if it was just those odd shapes and colours. Much better looking at that than at what Mark might be doing to Lisa.

I really didn’t notice anything but the screen until Mark dropped himself next to me on the couch, who knew how long later.

“How are you feeling, Brighton?’ he grinned.

“I am calm, alert and entranced.”

Calm? After what they’d done? Well, they were friends. And if friends were comfortable with what they did with each other, what business was it of mine? None. Even if I was a little jealous of a friendship that good. Alert? Well, I was here to do a job, so I needed to be alert. So it was good that I was alert. Entranced? God, those shapes and colours were so pretty…

So pretty that I didn’t really take in what Mark was saying. Probably some boring tech stuff.

Didn’t matter.

We still hadn’t decided on which versions of the outfits.

“Well, why don’t you make them all and then you can model them for us and we can see?” Judy suggested, in between making out with Lisa. I did not want to know what their hands were doing. Nope, no way. Although it was sort of hot. I could see why all those guys had crowded around them at the con. It was turning me on, to be honest. Where had that come from? Just natural, right? Couldn’t have been something I thought while Mark was having yet more trouble with his screen.

Couldn’t be that.

So instead, I concentrated on what Judy said. And not what she and Lisa were doing. It was obvious what that was. And I wasn’t the only one that noticed. I could see the boner in Mark’s tros. Couldn’t blame him. What guy wouldn’t react that way to what those two girls were doing? With that pair around he must get hard a lot.

When had that occurred to me? When I was looking at the screen? Weird, but maybe. And that the thought of his hard cock was turning me on. Perfectly normal, right? I’m into guys, so of course the thought of a hard cock would turn me on. And two gorgeous girls all over each other was going to turn him on. Totally normal reactions. Somehow, I knew that. But I was a professional, so wasn’t going to make a big thing of it. Although I did wonder just how big he was…

Stop that.

Back to Judy. Or slut-cheeks. That did seem to be Mark’s favourite name for her. Something about it didn’t seem right. What she said. Not the nicknames. They were perfectly normal. Why would I make and model the outfits? I wasn’t the same size as them, so once they did decide on the costume for each character, I’d have to make them again, to fit them.

I mean, they could see how good my work was from my own outfits. I’d already given them a good look at the one I had on tonight. Jill Valentine, from Resident Evil 3. The original, not the remake. I have the remake as well, but this was the giggle twins we’re talking about. So original it was, short skirt, not pants. Although given what that pair would want to wear, I’d replaced the top with a bandeau. Just seemed right. And if it gave a just a little hint of underboob, well, I’m sure they’d be happy wearing something like that.

And if Mark still had that boner, it was nothing to do with what I was wearing.

Anyway, I’d given them a full display of the costume. Twirls, stretches, bends. Just proving how my work stands up to actual wear. And to show them just how far they could bend over without flashing their panties. Which ittedly wasn’t very far. Of course, I showed them the result if you bent too far, which had Lisa giggling nervously.

At least I was being professional. Even if when I did bend over while facing them they did get more than a bit of cleavage. Just happens. Uh…

“Look at the screen, Brighton.”

Maybe we were finally going to pick without my having to make extra costumes. But, nope, it was more of those weird melty colours.

It felt nice looking at it though.

“So, what do you think, Brighton?”

Huh, what? I’m sure Mark had been saying other things. And his screen had been… No, couldn’t be.

Yeah, what Judy had said totally made sense. Mark had agreed to pay for my costumes and the ones for the giggle twins. Bonus! And of course I wanted to model them for him and the girls. I loved being in costume and showing off. Like really loved it. As in it turned me on.

Was that…?

Of course it was. It was part of why I got into cosplaying in the first place. Being in costume turned me on. Maybe I hadn’t always itted it to myself, but it was true. No wonder I loved being in them as often as I could manage it. Whenever I was in costume I’d get a pleasant buzz that was definitely arousal. Which amped just a little higher if I teased a skirt up my thigh or leant forward to show some cleavage. Fun. Not that I ever did anything about it. I’m not a great one for masturbation and it was nothing I couldn’t handle, but, hey, they say you should enjoy your work.

Maybe I should have worn a strapless bra under this bandeau…

Best to be honest about what being in costume did to me, at least to myself. When had I decided that? Looking at that screen sometime. Yeah, maybe. Or not? Whatever. Seeing all those images and thinking of myself in the new outfits. God, even that turned me on a little. Although maybe it was sometime when Mark was fiddling with the screen and it had all those colours and… Oh, who cares.

Of course, he had to show me something on it again before I left. Sheesh. I just sort of switched off while he fiddled with it.

So at last we were making progress. We’d decided on a couple of Supergirls for Judy to start with. I started bringing some sketches along. Yeah, obviously there are lots of images of the characters in their outfits, but me doing my own sketches is part of the creative process. Mark seemed really interested in them, asking questions, like exactly where a skirt would end and how low a neckline would be. Just the normal sort of thing someone would ask. So, of course, I made the normal response, taking one of his hands and showing him exactly where on my thigh the skirt would end and just how much of my tits would be exposed. He was totally cool about it, not embarrassed at all.

Even if it was taking more visits than it should have for him to give the final okay. Customers, I ask you. At least it gave me the chance to show him some more of my outfits. I’d worn my 2B, from Neir: Automata, that night. Just to show him I could do more delicate costuming work. If you don’t know it, it’s a black dress with long, puffy sleeves and a short, billowing skirt. And a lot of lacy and embroidered detail work. I’d had to put on a short, white bob wig, no way I could wear my own hair like that.

And, yes, the costume has a split right up the side of the skirt. But that’s just how it is. That split allows a lot of freedom for combat moves. And shows the top of the stockings. Fuck, that was such a turn on. I was so wet. Being in costume is the hottest thing ever. I could it that now. Of course, it had always been true. I hadn’t always been honest about it, but it was. Whenever I had a costume on, I was super, super turned on. It was what had got me into cosplay in the first place. Just the idea of being dressed up as one of the characters was so hot. But to actually do it? That had me burning in heat, my whole body aching in need. I really had to work hard at the cons not to let it show, just how wet and horny I was in costume. Like, I’m dripping wet and my nips are like diamonds and…

Keep it together.

Mark’s hand on my thigh wasn’t helping, not that he knew that, the chump. If I didn’t know better I’d say he was stroking the inside of my thigh, up and down, over the top of the stocking. Oh God, I was melting. The heels already had my calves stretched and… Mark had no idea. He was just trying to work out where the skirt for Judy would be.

He was even more clueless about my descriptions of the neckline. Sheesh, he had the picture in front of him.

In the end, I got fed up. “The neckline will be here,” I said, taking both his hands and putting them on my chest. And yeah, that meant his hands were all over my tits. Not like that! It was just for illustration purposes. Still took him a while to get the idea. Yeah, If I didn’t know better, I’d have said he was totally feeling me up, but he obviously wasn’t. I had to work damn hard not to press my tits into his hands, I was just about going out of my mind.

Anyway, he eventually seemed to get the idea about the lines of the costume. So I took my chance to drop to my knees and blow him. Mark had been really understanding about that. It had nothing to with him getting a boner. Although little Marky-Mark (see, I the nicknames) usually didn’t take much encouragement. But I just got so hot and bothered being in costume that sometimes I couldn’t think. His hands on me didn’t help, not that that was his fault. But I needed to do something to pull myself together if we were going to talk sensibly about costumes for the giggle twins.

When I asked the first time if I could suck him off he’d been totally understanding. I felt a bit guilty about it. I mean, when I’m at home and it gets too much I can just get myself off, but that’s not exactly something I can do in front of a customer. And at cons I don’t really need to think (um, do I? Er, I’m sure I decided that somewhere.) so I can just enjoy swimming in arousal. But I needed my wits about me here. So blowing him seemed the best idea. Probably came to me when I was sitting in front of his screen. I mean, I have to think of something when I’m sitting there, right? When I’m calm. And alert. And entranced.

Really considerate of him to let me do that. Blow him, that is. He’d told me I could suck him off whenever I needed to. He was really cool about it when I tried telling him how grateful I was. Just waved it off. Most guys would have thought they were in if a pretty girl in that outfit had blown them, but he was totally casual.

He did seem happy, though. He said something about how much progress we were making. With the outfits, of course. He gave me the okay on the sketches I’d brought.

Finally! I could start work on them. Even if I did have to take time off at home from making them every now and then to get myself off. Of course I was in costume, even at home. Have to make sure they fit properly, so the best idea is to wear them as often as I can. Not sure when I thought of that… Oh, who cares? But I’d get so turned on, I’d have to grab my vibrator and get myself off. Got to where I was doing that two or three times a day. But they say you need to take breaks, right? Of course, I didn’t take the costumes off when I did it. It was soooo much hotter doing myself in costume.

Understandably, Mark wanted updates. About the costumes, not my little indulgences. Duh. He didn’t know about them. And he was paying for the costumes, after all. So I’d come over to his place with the sketches and tell him where I was up to. He still wanted to quibble about the details. Some customers, I ask you? Which meant I had to keep showing him exactly where the hemline and neckline were. He really seemed to have trouble getting the idea unless I put his hands where they’d be. Sometimes I wondered if it was an accident when his thumbs would brush over where my nips lay under my bra or he’d cup my arse when we were discussing the skirts.

Nah, had to just be an accident. Couldn’t be anything else.

And, of course, I was in a different outfit every time. And being in costume I’d get so distracted I’d need to blow him. Was it every time I went over? Um, maybe? Bit embarrassing if it was. Especially as I licked my lips every time after finishing him off. Not really surprising. I used to hate giving head, but I’d realised that I really liked the taste of cum. In front of his screen? I suppose it could have been, the amount of time I spent there. Nah, couldn’t have been. Maybe it was at home, my vibe jammed up my cunt (what? Oh, whatever). At least Mark was cool about it.

Even if he kept wanting to show me other ideas. So it was more time in front of that damn screen of his. He never seemed to be able to fix the problems with it.

Those colours were so pretty though…

I had to keep shutting him down. On the extra costumes. I mean, I’m talented, but there only so many hours in the day. Especially with my little self-care breaks. Which means I can only work on so many costumes at a time. He took it really well, saying we’d get around to them some day. He had so many ideas I’d need to work just for him to get through them all. Not going to happen.

But, to humour him, we’d spend some time in front of the screen. Which he kept having trouble with. So more of those melty colours… I’d just shut out whatever he was saying and think about the next thing I had to do in getting the costumes ready. Seemed the right thing. At least when I got on my knees and blew him I didn’t have to keep paying attention to more useless pictures. Sometimes I must have got distracted though, not swallowing properly, because I’d get home and find his dried cum on my face or the top of the costume. He was too considerate to ever mention it, though he must have noticed while we discussed ideas. Just as well he was paying me enough to cover the cleaning.

Of course, I couldn’t blow him while he was fixing up that screen, so I’d just have to sit there and look at those swirling, melting colours and…

Anyway, I finally had the first new costume ready. A Supergirl one, with blue skirt and bare midriff. The red skirt ones are more iconic, but, of course Judy wanted the one which showed the most skin. Whatever, at least I got to wear it. God, it was so hot to be in costume. And it was good work, even if I do say so myself. So good I had to get myself off twice in it before I was in any condition to drive.

“Hey, cos-cunt, right this way,” Mark grinned after letting me in and indicating the way to the lounge room.

For fuck’s sake, not more of that screen? I had the new outfit on under my coat. Didn’t he want to see it? I certainly wanted to show it off. So hot. So sexy. Even after my little fun at home I was so wet…

Oh, yeah, Mark had started giving me nicknames. Neat, huh? Made me feel like I was really accepted around here. But the screen?

Fortunately, the stupid thing was off when we arrived. “Why don’t you get out of the coat and I’ll go get the girls? I’ll just get the screen going.”

Huh? What do we need that for? I had no idea, and of course it was all swirly and…

Not that I needed to pay any attention to it. Or anything Mark said. Or worry about why he was still here and not getting the bimbo brigade. I could just enjoy being in costume. And when I say enjoy… I didn’t even notice Mark leaving. Did he say anything more to me before he left? Umm, maybe? I was sort of zoned out and only started focussing again when he came back with the giggle twins and turned the screen off.

I was quivering in need.

Fuck, could they tell that I was practically dripping?

“What, do you think, Judy?” Mark was only sort of paying attention to me. Just as well, I didn’t want him seeing what state I was in. “Superslut looks pretty good in it.”

Another nickname! Yay!

“Yeah,” the blonde half of the giggle twins giggled. Lisa just looked awestruck. “It’ll, like, totally show how good my waist is.”

The red skirt one would too, I thought. The top is fitted. Well, I was going to be making that one to model for them. Which meant I’d get to wear it and…

“You don’t think the skirt is too short?” Mark asked Judy. “It only comes down to here,” he added, putting his hand on my thigh. He didn’t need to. I mean, it was obvious exactly where the skirt ended. But he was totally just doing it for illustration.

“Nah,” Judy grinned.

Lisa just looked confused. “Like, is it possible for a skirt to be too short?” ittedly, both of them were wearing skirts even shorter than mine. They’d flash the world if they just bent to the side.

“Skirts are supposed to be short,” her blonde friend informed her loftily.

“True,” Mark shrugged, his hand still on my thigh. God, hopefully nothing was dripping down my leg.

“Aren’t some of those cha, char, care,” Judy frowned, stumbling over what I thought was meant to be ‘characters’. Lisa just giggled again. How did this pair function in a courtroom?

“Those girls,” Judy harrumphed eventually, “In the comics. Aren’t some of them wearing things even shorter?”

“You mean up here?” Mark replied, moving his hand (and the skirt) even higher up my leg. “Yeah, some.”

I was practically melting. God, he better not move that hand any higher, or he’d find out just how wet I was. I was going to need to blow him the moment this pair were out of the room.

Judy looked almost thoughtful for a moment. “Actually,” she grinned, probably at managing a word that long. “How do they wear short skirts like that and fly around and stuff and not just, like, flash everyone? Not when they’re, like, flying, but when they land. Wouldn’t the skirt fly up?”

“Huh,” Mark allowed, finally taking his hand out from under my skirt. He’d brushed over my panties. Totally an accident, I knew that, but God… “Don’t know. I mean the top’s okay. Nice and tight” He demonstrated with both hands just how snug to my chest the top was. He was just proving his point, not groping my tits. Although with how turned on I was I’m not sure I would have objected. “And it’s not like she can actually fly, so.”

“She could jump off that.” Judy pointed at the low table in front of the lounge. I said her head wasn’t completely empty, even if I wasn’t sure about the idea. Not until Mark gave me a re-assuring nod. Then me led me over to the table by my elbow and helped me up.

God, they could totally see me up here. I was in costume and they were looking at me and I could barely think I was so turned on.

“Go on.”

I wasn’t sure it was a good idea, but I didn’t see much choice. My heart was in my mouth as I prepared to jump. It was only about a foot, so not dangerous but I wasn’t sure I wanted to take the chance of showing them my panties. Even if something about that seemed fun. Super naughty. Huh. Super. Like a joke.

Before I knew it, I’d jumped.

“Knew it!” Judy grinned triumphantly as I landed. “Total flash!” Lisa just giggled nervously, her face flushing red.

I didn’t say anything, trying to gather the shreds of my dignity. God, it had been hot though, even if it was embarrassing. I was literally dripping, flashing my panties while in costume. Fuck, had I ever been so turned on?

“Huh,” Mark observed, totally unaffected by the show I’d just given them. At least someone here had some class. “They don’t show that in the comics. Maybe it’s a special superpower to make it not happen?”

Judy poked her tongue out at him. “You are such a nerd.”

“Guilty,” Mark shrugged, unconcerned.

I was barely listening to the conversation. Lisa was still staring at me, wide-eyed. Mark was looking at me too, not really paying much attention to Judy, even as she kept ragging him. God, it was so hot for someone to see me in a costume. Even without the fact that they’d seen my almost certainly visibly damp panties when I’d jumped. I was almost cumming on the spot. Was Lisa staring at my tits?

I couldn’t stand it any longer, rushing over to Mark and going down on my knees and dragging little (well not so little right now) Marky-Mark out. I didn’t care that the giggle twins were still there. I mean, why should I? Last time I’d been there, Judy must have got home early, because Mark had her bent over the back of the lounge and was fucking her brains out from behind. What little she had, anyway. Wasn’t the first time he’d fucked one or the other of them in front of me. Or they’d blown him. Turns out the giggle twins weren’t just into girls. And Mark was good enough to help them out whenever they felt like a bit of cock. He was just their friend, so they didn’t have to worry about what their girlfriend was doing or get jealous. Really generous of him, right?

I’d been a bit worried the first time they’d done it, but Mark had sat me down in front of the screen and explained it. I’m not sure how much attention I’d paid. I mean, after catching two people in the middle of sex? So I just stared at the screen and all those colours…

Anyway, after he explained it, it all made total sense. Just him helping them out, like a good friend. And as I was sucking him off now, I realised that it didn’t matter if they saw me doing him. Or maybe I ed it? Had I thought it while I was watching the screen and waiting for them? Nah, couldn’t be.

It was so fucking hot, having his cock in my mouth while I was in costume. Just fucking heaven. So much better than doing it out of costume. Yeah, I’d given my boyfriends head. Not often. I didn’t like it then, like I said. Maybe I’d never let myself enjoy it properly. Stupid of me, because I can cum from having a guy in my mouth. Not that I knew that until the first time I did Mark. Total bonus. Was it because I was in costume? Maybe? God, what would sex be like in costume? I’d never been into that roleplay stuff, although of course more than one of my boyfriends had asked. It just seemed sort of off. But now… I had to wonder.

I’d have to think about it later, every thought dissolving as I orgasmed, hips bucking, my lips sealed around Mark’s cock until I swallowed every last drop.

Yum.

The only blot was that I was still embarrassed about flashing my panties. Not blowing him. God, with what I’d seen him doing with the girls, that was nothing. But flashing?

Of course, Mark turned the screen on. Bor-ring! And then he had to fiddle with it to get it to work. So I just sat there, still in costume, as the colours flashed and melted and…

At least it let me put things in perspective. I was in costume. And my panties were part of that. So it didn’t really matter if I gave the audience a bit of a flash. Nothing to worry about. But it did turn me on even more. Was that something Mark said? Nah, couldn’t be. He wouldn’t. So it must have just occurred to me.

And why would he have to tell me? Perfectly natural to get turned on giving someone a flash.

“So when will you have another to model for us? I think Judy likes this one, but she needs to see the other alternatives and Lisa needs hers as well.”

“Oh, I do,” the brunette half of giggle twins exclaimed, Judy’s laughter just confirming my name for them. “I totally do. It’s like so much fun and. Oh, sorry.”

Much as I hated to disappoint the airhead (not!), I couldn’t spend all my time on this work. “Sorry, I have a con this weekend. Out of state. I need to finish my costume for that.” Which meant I’d be wearing it at the con. Which meant I’d be so turned on. I couldn’t wait. “Maybe next week? Monday? Lisa’s first one is almost done. I can come tomorrow night to give you an update.”

“Sure,” Mark grinned. “We can discuss other ideas.”

Finally, the bimbo brigade headed off. I didn’t want to think about where or for what, Mark mentioned something about them needing to look at their briefs. If they really were lawyers that might make some sense, but I had the feeling the only briefs that pair would be seeing where each other’s underwear.

Not my problem.

I did see where his eyes went though. So tomorrow would involve some more time in front of his screen. Whatever.

“How’d the con go, superslut?” Mak asked after opening the door for me. I actually liked ‘cos-cunt’ better. I mean, not all my costumes are superheroes, most of them are video game characters, but, hey, whatever nickname he wanted to use.

Case in point, though, my costume for the weekend had been from a game. Ashe, from League of Legends. Not the standard skin. I’d gone with the Freljord skin, the white one with gold trim. The skirt was so cute and short, the leggings not quite reaching them so there’s some thigh left exposed.

Yum.

It’s popular, but most people get something wrong about it. The boots end below the knee, people, or they don’t get the torso binding tight enough or the gold edging is too thick. Details, it’s all in the details. And some of the bows I’ve seen have just been terrible. My costume had it just right. Plus the character is pale blonde, like me, so I didn’t have to put a wash in my hair.

It had been a fun weekend and so hot to spend it in costume. Of course I gave the paying customers little thrills, bending over to show off my cleavage, or innocently teasing my skirt a little higher. Maybe even, once or twice, ‘accidentally’ giving a bit of a panty flash. Only to the ones I knew would appreciate it. I know I did. The toys I’d brought along sure got a workout once I was back in my hotel room. Grin.

No matter how many times I came though, it never quite took the edge off. Probably because it was just so arousing being in a sexy costume. Lying back on the bed, legs spread, still in costume and just going to town. Like, totally a-maz-ing.

Of course I was wearing the costume to Mark’s. Why not get some more use out of it?

Anyway, Mark was looking at me expectantly, waiting for an answer. “Good,” I said, giving him a little twirl. Not sure how much that made the skirt fly up. However much it was, it would have given him a nice view. And he was looking at me. God, it was so hot being in costume. I was so wet. And my nipples were so hard. Those toys were going to be getting another workout once I got home. Not that I’d need to last that long. I could always suck Mark off if I needed to. Not that I was sure that was going to be enough. My nips were so hard and my pussy (huh? whatevs) was sooooo empty.

I gnawed my lower lip nervously as Mark rose and headed over to me. Would blowing him right now be too early? I was still trying to decide when he started squeezing my breasts. Wow. I was getting a hello like the giggle twins. Neat! I’m sure Mark had no idea the effect it was having on me. My breasts were just aching with need. He was just saying hi. Totally innocent. Although the embroidery over the breasts was almost like a marker for his hands.

Not that they stayed there as long as I would have liked. Like I said he was just saying hello. Instead, he grabbed my hands with one hand, holding them over my head as he pushed me against the wall. With his other hand he reached under the short skirt, pushed my panties aside and thrust two fingers into my sopping cunt.

I did what any sensible girl would do in a situation like that. I spread my legs, looked him straight in the eyes and moaned. God, it felt so good to have someone inside me. Especially in costume. That was so hot. In costume, him just doing me. I luxuriated in the feelings, squirming and moaning, trying to get those fingers deeper inside me. Not easy with my hands pinned over my head, but that just made it hotter. Mark seemed to know just where to touch me. Damn, he was going to make some woman very happy someday. Teasing, touching just the right spot. He couldn’t have done it better even if we’d spent hours practicing, with me guiding him in just the right way to fingerbang me to have me melting in need.

Of course, we’d never done that. I’d have ed that, right? So this was totally the first time he’d ever had his fingers inside me. I kept looking at him, straight in the eyes, as I came, screaming like a banshee in heat.

I sucked his fingers to clean them, tasting myself. I thought that might be a bit ick, but it was super yummy. And what else could I do? There was no way I wanted my costume soiled. Although if some of his cum just happened to dribble on it when I sucked him off…

“Thanks,” I said after we were done, smoothing my skirt back into place. Mark didn’t even look at that. Most guys would have, but he was totally cool.

“I just thought you needed it.”

Wow. Not everyone would be that considerate. I could actually think more or less straight now. I mean, the arousal was still there. I was in costume, so of course it was. But I could concentrate now. Trust Mark to put himself out to help me out like that. I was probably going to need to blow him later, but I was good for now.

Just as well, as that damn screen of his still wasn’t co-operating.

Pretty colours though.

I’m sure Mark was saying something while he fiddled with it. No idea what. It certainly wasn’t anything about how hot it was to have someone inside me when I was in costume. How that idea would have me totally melting. He wouldn’t say anything like that. And anyway, why would he need to?

It was totally true.

I’d avoided the bimbo brigade that night but I couldn’t do it forever. Especially as the first Lara Croft costume was done, so I needed to show them that. The night I turned up in that Mark gave me my hello squeezes as soon as I was in the door. That was just how we said hi now. As a bonus he fingerbanged me. It was totally what I needed. Just driving over in the costume, I’d been melting. Not too hard for him either, he just needed to unbutton the shorts, yank them and my panties down to my knees and then he could dive right in. I wonder if he noticed that I was shaved bare now? I’d decided to go get lasered earlier in the week. I’d realised that if I did that then I’d never have to worry about the panty line of a costume ever again. Not sure when the idea came to me…

Who cares? I was in costume and someone was inside me and I was nothing but need and… I came so hard I just about ed out. I didn’t even care that Judy just sat there grinning at me. Lisa was giggling, of course. Not sure what about. I’d seen Mark fucking them often enough to know that downstairs they were a hairless pair of sluts (huh? Whatevs). By this time I think I could start calling Mark a friend and we were saying hello like friends. Those two could just put up with it.

I blew him as soon as we finished with the screen. Hah!

When it came to the costume itself, they were almost as bad as Mark. Asking questions about whether the shorts were short enough or the top was tight enough. And just like Mark, they had to use their hands to illustrate their questions. God, if I didn’t know better, I’d swear they were feeling me up. Judy’s hands edging up my thighs. Lisa’s all over my tits.

But I knew they were just innocently asking about the costume. No matter how much Judy snickered or Lisa giggled. It was sort of hot though. I mean, I was in costume, so of course I was melting in arousal. And two hot girls had their hands all over me. I’m not gay, but it was totally normal to be even more turned on by that.

In the end I had to blow Mark for a second time.

And, of course, he wanted to show me more ideas on his screen. Which meant that I had to sit there while he fiddled with it. I least I was still in my costume. God that’s so fucking hot. I hated any time I had to spend out of costume. Why wouldn’t I? In costume I was hot and sexy and melting in arousal and so wet and…

“How are you feeling, Brighton?”

“I am calm, alert and entranced.”

To be honest, I wasn’t all that calm. Not with how turned on I was. But I was a professional, so I could act calm, even if I wasn’t feeling it. Alert? Well, more or less. This was still on Mark’s dime, so I needed to pay attention. Entranced? The colours were melty like my insides were melty and…

I wonder what sex would be like if I was in costume?

The question made total sense. I mean, I hated being out of costume and it was sooooo good when Mark fingerbanged me when I was in costume or when I blew him, so why wouldn’t sex in costume be even better? It was totally an idea that I came up with by myself. Nothing do with anything Mark was saying. He wouldn’t mention anything like that. Whatever he was saying was just stuff I didn’t need to pay attention to.

But, God, now that I thought about it, I really wanted to have sex in costume. But how was I going to arrange that?

The question kept bothering me as I worked on the costumes. Judy and Lisa had both liked the first ones I showed them so they wanted versions for them. But Mark had said we should try the more standard Supergirl as well. Well more or less standard, red skirt, full, long-sleeved top. But Mark and I agreed on one of the shorter skirt versions. Grin. Working on all three outfits took time. Well, to be honest, I was probably spending more time getting myself off than working on the costumes. But even with a vibrator stuffed in my needy hole and another one down my throat it just wasn’t the same as a real cock.

Just as well Mark was paying me top dollar. Between my self-care breaks and the little ‘accidents’ that happened sometimes when I blew him, the drycleaning bills for my costumes were starting to add up.

Anyway, like I said, it all took time and another con rolled around before I could finish the second Supergirl outfit in time to show them. But I could wear it at the con and we all agreed that they could come see it there.

Like I thought, that pair in in their new outfits caused absolute chaos. What would you expect? Two gorgeous girls as famous characters, short skirt and cutoff shorts, bare midriffs and absolutely all over each other. Security tried to shut them down but they couldn’t get to them for the crowd. And then when Judy headed over to me and you had two Supergirls making out? Pan-de-mon-ium.

Of course I made out with her. Why wouldn’t I? I’m not gay, but I’m professional enough to give the customers what they wanted. Although I didn’t let her hand get too far up under my skirt. I gave Lisa some time as well, otherwise her pout would have ruined my day.

All-in-all a great con. Although I did get a warning after they left from the organisers about being too provocative in my poses. What did they mean, provocative? It’s not like I was pulling the skirt high enough to show any panty. Not unless I was sure no one was taking photos, anyway. Grin.

At least they weren’t as bad as the next con. They totally threw me out! Idiots! I’d gone as Lady from Devil May Cry 3. The outfit with the totally cute almost not-there skirt. So hot. I had to wear a short black wig, but so what? The outfit had been Mark’s idea. Another he thought Lisa might like. Like she was going to say no. When we showed her the images she just giggled about how much of her legs you’d be able to see. But back to the con and my Lady outfit. In a skirt that short, how am I not supposed to flash? Although I may have helped that along a bit… So fucking hot. The killer was probably when I undid a few too many buttons on the blouse and one of the girls just popped out. So I should have worn a bra…

As I explained to Mark that night (of course I headed straight over to his place once I was back in town, where else was I going to go?) I’d been totally professional about it, not making a big fuss. And if that meant I’d been left hanging there for a few minutes before I had to chance to tuck myself away, well…

“I think you’ve got a problem, cos-cunt.”

“Uh, well, uh, maybe.” It wasn’t easy replying. Not with the way I was bent over his lounge, him ramming his cock into my dripping , needy, cunt. He’d been fucking me for a while now. It had got to the point where me sucking him off just wasn’t enough to get my slutty brain in gear. I’d been agonising about it but, in the end, I just blurted out how much I needed a good fucking to get my head straight. Super embarrassing. He’d been totally cool about it. We agreed it was just him doing me a favour. Turned out to be a lot of favours. In fact, it might have been while we were banging that he suggested the Lady costume…

Honestly, I can’t .

God, my nips were so hard. I arched my back as he ploughed me. He’d barely needed to flip the skirt up to get access, it was so short. Of course I’d left my costume on and wig in place for trip home and over to his place. Why would I change out of it? Sex in costume was the best.

Just to prove the point I was totally thrashing as I came, the orgasm earth-shattering. It took me a moment until I could pull myself together to kneel in front of him to clean him off.

Yum.

But Mark might have had a point. I hadn’t really thought about it. Hard to think of anything in costume except for a while after I was able to cum. Really generous of Mark to help with that. Word of my little ‘incident’ was going to get around and I might find getting work hard.

Shit!

After cleaning him up, I totally broke down in tears. I might have ruined my career. God, how was I even going to make rent?

Mark pulled me up and sat me on his lap. And then started fingering me. I think he knew I needed it.

Then he reached for his remote. I didn’t need more of his stupid screen. But the colours were so pretty and his fingers felt so good and…

I don’t think it took him too long to fix his screen this time. I’d have ed if he had. And anything he said.

By the time he finished with the stupid screen, I totally lost it, howling my eyes out about how I was broke and I’d have nowhere to go and …

“You could move in here,” Mark suggested.

“Ah, you, ah.” God, it was hard to get the words out with his fingers buried that deep in my twat. I didn’t tell him to take them out, I knew he was just trying to help. “I couldn’t,” I managed at last. “How could I pay you any rent?”

“Easy,” Mark grinned, his fingers finding just the right spot as his thumb pressed down on my clit. “Just make costumes for the girls. We’ll call it quits at that.”

That was super generous of him, but I’d need to think about it. I mean, being that dependent on someone else. I didn’t want to give an answer until I finished cumming again, my hips bucking on his fingers. What? His screen was melting again and I…

Huh? What? Had something happened to the screen? Couldn’t have. Mark wanted an answer, though, strumming my clit to remind me.

“That sounds great! Thanks!” I had no reason to say no.

So that’s how I moved into Mark’s place. There was more than enough space for a big workroom for me. Mark even had Judy draw up a tenancy agreement so it was all above board. Free rent in return for any costumes they wanted made, Mark having access to my s and power of attorney over all my assets. Just normal stuff. And it’s just easier, not having to worry about money. I swear it’s doing me the world of good. Judy told me I was looking younger every day.

It just being me and them I can spend all my time in costume. Which means I’m constantly in heat. And of course, being turned on means I want to fuck. Mouth, pussy, arse. It was so hot the first time Mark took me up the arse. Of course, I had to ask him to do it. And guess what? I can cum from being fucked up the arse too. Which costume was I in that time? Maybe I’ll leave that to your imagination. But it didn’t take him long before he’d done me in all of my needy holes every way.

Not that I can take up all Mark’s time with that, but there’s always my toys. Being in costume is just such a turn-on

Actually, the only time I get aroused at all is in costume. Other than that, nothing. Not a sexual thought in my head. I was only ever pretending otherwise. Even the idea leaves me totally cold. Of course, I’m always in costume now so…

Mark does have to be careful to leave some bit of my costume on when we fuck or I lose interest. Might just be the boots or the belt or the top or the skirt bunched around my waist, Doesn’t matter. But it has to be something. Being totally naked for sex would mean being out of costume and that’s, just, no.

Of course, I still go to cons, In costume, but just as a paying customer. With Mark and the giggle twins. And if sometimes Judy and Lisa and I put on a bit of a show, well, that’s just fun, right?