Nikki's Halloween Party - Part 2

She slipped on the pink ballet slippers that completed her outfit and rushed out the door, the invitation in hand.

She saw the look Elijah gave her through the windshield of his second-hand car, a double-take at the way her tits bounced as she jogged to the car. She slipped inside and kissed him, a brief kiss that he chased as she pulled away from him.

"You look amazing," he said. There was a rise of color in his cheeks. If she slipped her hand between his legs, Desteny thought that might not be the only thing rising.

"You, too," she said, ignoring the flush of color.

It was mostly true. Elijah pieced together a costume for the party made up of loose clothes and a bandana on his head, a smear of dark makeup to suggest the beard stubble that refused to grow thick enough for the pirate costume he wore.

"Are you going to pillage me later?"

"Oh yeah," he promised.

"Good. I wish we weren't driving Aubrey and Damian. We could slip back inside for a quickie."

"I want to spend a little time on unwrapping that outfit." His voice had a hint of a growl, a guttural sound that thrilled Desteny.

"Come on, my beast. Let's go play Uber before I let you unwrap me right now."

Aubrey touched up her makeup, pursing her lips before the mirror while Damian wandered through her apartment, looking at pictures on the mantle he'd seen a hundred times before.

"When are they going to be here?" he asked, his volume louder than necessary in the small apartment with its open doors.

"Any minute. Are you ready?"

Damian checked his outfit with a glance down. It was a prisoner's outfit he picked up from a local big box store. Nothing fancy, but it would do. Plus, it was light and loose fitting and he liked the plastic ball-and-chain attached to his ankle that he tossed from hand to hand.

Aubrey stepped from the bathroom to the living room, a matter of a half dozen steps in the studio space, dressed all in black. Her legs were in sheer black tights, her body contained in a black one piece bathing suit, long black opera gloves to cover her arms, and a pair of black velvet kitten ears on her head. The painted-on whiskers and blackened tip of her nose completed the look of a black cat. Behind her, a stuffed tail swung in jerky motions with each step.

"Here kitty-kitty," he grinned.

"Don't be gross."

His eyes were on her breasts, and she knew that she was showing some cleavage, but she liked the attention. And knowing she was headed to a swank Halloween party with who she presumed were among the hoi polloi of Waverly, she expected and desired some of those well-to-do eyes on her. She was pretty, maybe even beautiful, and she had no qualms with using it to make her life better.

A car horn honked outside. Damian checked the window by drawing a curtain and whistled. Aubrey joined him at the window. She could see down into the front seat from their second-floor vantage point. Desteny was in the front passenger seat, her big tits pushed up and threatening to fall out of the harem costume she wore.

"Hey," Aubrey scolded, her hand reaching between Damian's legs to cup his cock and balls, "remember whose these are."

"You got it," he said.

Aubrey noticed how he took an extra second before he tore his eyes away from the window, however.