Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 7 Chapter 263/ 13: Preparations for a Long Night

Pulling up to Crystal's house once more, I got a phone call once more. This time, it was Samantha, and I realized it had been more than an hour since we last spoke. "Hey, Samantha," I said as I answered the phone.

"I'm here to bestie," Crystal said, her voice coy.

"I expected as such. Has she slobbered around your cock yet, Angela? Can you make her do it now to shut her up?" Samantha said, quipping back as a joke.

"Not since this morning but," I pulled down my pants, and I looked at Crystal, "Come on slut, you haven't had your afternoon snack yet," I said, motioning with my eyes to my flaccid cock popping out of my unbuttoned jeans.

Crystal looked surprised only for a moment but then undid her seatbelt and started to lick my dick. "There, she is busy," I said with a grin.

"You know I was joking, right," Samantha said dryly.

"Sex is serious business with us two. We are either fucking or thinking of it." I lied bluntly, knowing that she would scoff.

Samantha then scoffed, "Fine, I get it; that is on me. Crazy bitches. How did it get to you making my Best friend such a fucking slut?"

"I stuck a massive cock up her pussy changing, stirring up her head, and fucking the brain cells out." 

"Fuck that sounds right, Fine. I will drop it," Samantha said, then chuckled, "Honestly, you are crazy. I talked to the client. I talked about adding in the slut with you. They are fine with it as long as you keep it confidential. Also, they want a great time. I also negotiated. You will get a fat paycheck regardless. They already skipped the line, and now you are going to be sitting pretty for a bit. Seriously, I can't believe some days how much these people pay for sex."

"Mmm, It's the experience of something so novel," Crystal said, around my cock loud enough for Samantha to hear.

"Yeah, Stop talking with your slutty mouth full of cock, it's rude."

I grabbed Crystal's head and thrust it up into her throat, and I almost moaned as the pleasure was so good. "Mmm, Your friend gives good head."

"So I have heard, please, I have repented."

"Okay, so anything else?" I asked.

"We will need to start this earlier. We can't make this a short night. They want to have a two-hour stay."

I looked at the clock, and it was just about to turn ten o'clock. "Seriously, that is short notice."

"Yeah, they can be here for ten thirty, maybe Eleven. Can you both show up?" Samantha asked.

"Sure Let me dump a load in this slutty throat first."

"Fuck you, Angela, I will see you soon, no later than eleven, please, be ready!" She snapped and hung up, and I chuckled for a moment before I leaned back and moaned as Crystal was into everything that just happened and was sucking me off hard. I moaned and thrust into the back of her throat, which easily accommodated me, and she moaned in return. My leg started to shake, and Crystal did not stop slobbering all over my cock, and I moaned louder as I was getting closer and closer.

I rolled my eyes, and I thrust up into her as I grabbed and pushed her head down on my cock and erupted down her throat. 

"Oooooh, FUCK!" I snapped as I felt the shockwave of the orgasm go through me. I felt and heard Crystal swallowing my load and pulling her head back as I finished. 

"Mmm, I love when you treat me like that.

"I love it when you give me a head like that. It was amazing," I moaned.

"Let's go, Change," Crystal said, her expression one of lust.

"Let's," I said, getting up and stuffing my cock into my pants for the short walk.

Crystal and I, this time were not bothered entering her house and I locked my car as we entered. We both moved up the stairs as we kicked off our shoes. "What do you think I should wear?" I asked.

"I am thinking something simple?" Crystal said, "It's a kidnapping, right?"

"So you're thinking of something that will make it feel that way?" I asked.

"Yeah, Something to mask your face. I do have a balaclava from play a couple of years back," she asked as we got up to her bedroom.

"I wonder if you got any temporary Tattoos," I said with a chuckle, "Make me look like a gangster."

"Is it bad that I do?" Crystal said, "I had an Ex that I liked tattoos on." She blushed.

"Oh?"

"Please don't ask."

"Okay, anything that would suit me?"

"Yeah, there is a tribal one for a sleeve, expensive."

"Well, we are going to get paid for this."

"Hmmm, Ah, I found it!" Crystal said triumphantly, showing me a wool balaclava. It was perfect for hiding identity in sex and robbing stores!"

"I am going to spank you later."

"Promise?"

"Yeah, I do promise; I am going to spank you till your ass cheeks turn red and you beg for mercy."

"Please, you're making me wet, and we are on a time crunch."

I looked through my stuff and then asked myself in the mirror, "Do we have leather pants that would fit me?"

"We have your outfit at the club."

"I was thinking biker look."

"Oh, Oh, no, that is too hot. With a sleeve tattoo," I looked at Crystal, and she was eyeing me like she wanted to jump me at just the thought. "Yeah, that would look too fucking hot. I love it; they will love it."

"Okay, I will go for a biker look IF I HAVE LEATHER PANTS," I loudly said, and Crystal woke up from her fantasies. 

"Oh, Well, Um, fuck," Crystal struggled to think, "Um, Yeah, Actually, I do. Maybe it will fit, might be tight." Crystal said. 

Crystal jumped back into her closet, going deep, and she disappeared. I looked over to her closet and saw her come out with leather pants triumphantly, "I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT THESE!" Crystal exclaimed, "It feels like fate; I bought these online, and they shipped the wrong size. I think it might fit you!" Crystal exclaimed, tossed it onto the bed, and dove back into the closet. I need a biker outfit too, then!" Crystal exclaimed in the closet as she dug through her things. I looked at the leather pants; I picked them up, and I put them to my legs, and she was right; they were the right length for me. I stripped down and got naked, and I frowned as I looked at myself. 

"Should I go braless?" I asked.

"You want to go wild? Make them feel you as you do things to them clothed; sounds hot to me!" Crystal yelled from the closet.

"Okay!" I replied, and I took off my panties and tucked myself in, which was annoying as usual, and I started to put on the pants. Which was not simple as they were barely the right size. Like SKIN fucking tight as I worked them up my legs, and they firmly hugged each contour of my body, and Crystal came out with a smile.

"FOUND THEM!" She exclaimed with a couple of papers and grinned, "I had more than I thought. These don't quickly wash off, but they are temporary. They are meant to resist washing off for a day or two before they wash off. Because things can get sweaty during sex." Crystal said as I got the pants up to my ass, and I jumped one more time, and it fits around my ass, and Crystal grinned, "Tight, but good looking. You can move in them?" Crystal asked.

"Belt?" I asked Crystal for it.

Crystal handed me a studded spiky belt, which I took my time looping through and finished the pants, to my surprise. "This is more stretchy than I thought," I said with surprise as I kept a surprising amount of movement. It was not as much as I had when working out but it was enough to do what I needed to do tonight probably.

"Perfect! Take off your tank top. I am going to give you one that might be a bit tight but will fit the biker ascetic better."

Crystal gave me a black tank that was clearly meant to show off the mid-drift, which would show off my muscles, and I smiled. I was about to put it on, but Crystal stopped me. "Tattoo's first," Crystal said, and for the next ten minutes, we put on a sleeve tribal tattoo over the upper proportion of my left arm, and she had a different sleeve for the other arm with random symbols that I did not get. "What is that?" I asked.

"I don't fucking know; the person I bought it from said to keep it in the bedroom when you wear this one, though."

"Okay, odd, but whatever."

"Yeah, we can finish up with one over your heart? I have a naked lady pinned up being spanked or a skull with a knife through it."

"Knife with a knife through it."

"You're right; I will take the pinup, lady. I need to be spanked later."

"Fair," I chuckled in return.

It took over a half hour, but Crystal and I were having fun, and I put on a leather jacket that would fail to contain my breasts if it tried, not that it wouldn't put up a valiant effort. Without the jacket, the tattoos were down my arms, making me look like a biker, and Crystal found me a scar tattoo, which we put on my face for fun down my face. We got a little too into playing around for a bit and forgot we were on a time crunch.  I wore a Black tank that showed off my hardened abs, making me look dangerous. Crystal then had a fake belly button ring and a couple of lip rings for me. The combat boots made the look complete.

Honestly, I looked fucking badass, and I put my hair up into a Ponytail that made me look badass. I loved the look in so many ways, and I looked dangerous in many ways. My muscles were shown off, and I realized I did not want to hide this look, "I love it; maybe I should get tattoos?"

"You sure?"

"Unfortunately, I can't, not if I want to be an athlete, at least not the things that I think I would like to have."

"Too bad," Crystal pouted, and she was wearing a sleeveless black shirt and knee-high combat boots with leather shorts. She also decorated herself with some tattoos but did not look as dangerous as me with hers. The naked pin-up girl with a bleeding gun she never told me about was prominent, but there was a paddle to be spanked, too, so I nodded.

"We can't pose for too long," I said, and Crystal took a picture.

"I am sending this to Samantha, telling her it is too late for us to change it." Crystal chuckled, and we finally finished up. We probably looked like wannabe bikers to those who were bikers, but I did not care. I liked how I looked right now.

"Come on, let's get going; we have a kidnapping to attend."

"Fair," Crystal chuckled, and we walked downstairs.

"You know, I am wondering why you had combat boots in my size."

"No reason," Crystal said too fast.

"Bull shit, you had them for something."

"Okay, I wanted you to fuck me in an outfit kind of like this. A dangerous vibe. I had not thought of a biker vibe, but I am telling you this is not the last time you dress up like this for me." Crystal told me.

I could not help but laugh as we reached the door. I opened it, and I was surprised to see Karen with someone else—a man who looked to be in his early fifties. His eyes widened, as did Karen's, as we walked out of the house. Crystal locked the door, and I walked up to the gate, looking at Karen.

"I thought I fucking told you to fuck off," I sneered.

Karen was stunned, looking at us, "I-"

"I don't give a fuck, Karen," I said, turning to the man, "You her husband?" I asked as I felt Crystal behind me, wrapping her hands around my arm.

"Y- yeah?' He said, thrown off, it seemed, by our looks.

"Look, I am taking my slut out to a nice fucking club, and your Bitch keeps bothering me. Before she does something stupid, how about you get her in line? I don't care how you fucking do it, but if you don't," I paused and looked at Karen, "I will," I smiled with a massive smile. I held up my keys and unlocked what was an expensive car, and Crystal pushed open the gate. "I think we all understand each other."

"Y-yeah," the man said, and I walked up to the driver's door and while Crystal went to the passenger side door. She opened it, and I smiled at them again.

"Perfect. We understand each other. I just want you to know. I am not threatening you; we are just discussing it like adults." I said, closed the door, and turned on the car. I saw Crystal's lips Twitching as I finally drove off. Crystal started to laugh, and I could not keep the smile off my face.

"Oh, my, god, did you see their fucking expressions?" Crystal laughed as I drove, and I almost pulled over to laugh with her.

"I can't believe she brought her husband with her," I exclaimed.

"Ah," Crystal sobered up with that, "He is a little bitch. He can't control her. I just hope she isn't stupid enough to try and sue us."

"Please don't say that; it makes me think it will happen," I said with a sigh.

"Well, because it has. Steve, a couple of doors down, confronted her once. She lost the case, but it was annoying."

"Maybe I should contact my gym bros," I said thoughtfully.

"Why, what are they going to do?"

"I don't know, but I never had a problem with a person after I asked for their help," I told her. They told me not to ask, so I never have. It works, though," I finished with a shrug.

"What the hell is up with that?" Crystal asked, "You guys in the ring also went hard on each other. That punch looked like you were there to take him out when you fought last time."

"Isn't that how it is supposed to be?" I asked. You learn through combat; with each bruise, you learn what not to do. The one with fewer bruises is the winner." I finished with a grin. They did not hold back on me, I did not hold back on them, but that was a weak fight. He knew I would put him in his place."

"Why did you not ask them to deal with Jake?" Crystal asked.

I sighed, "I did once, but Sensei was nearby. Told me to stand up for myself. I didn't because my parents told me not to."

"What? Why?"

"Look, I am starting to feel uncomfortable talking about this."

"Angela," Crystal said, looking at me, and I turned into the club.

"Look, I get it. Not now, please," I replied with a sigh. We are here."

"This conversation will be put off to another time," Crystal said with a warning.

"Crystal," I said, getting out of the car, "There are things I can ask that make you uncomfortable. Do you want me to press those?" 

Crystal looked at me in surprise. "You are right, I am sorry, Angela. If you are not comfortable talking about it right now, we can talk about it when you are ready."

"Thanks. Now, let's go have some fun. I wonder what Samantha will think?" 

Crystal chuckled as we walked across the parking lot toward the club.