"Pst... Morgan, you awake? C'mon it's time..." Delilah knocked gently on the door to her roommate's private bedroom. Morgan had drifted off to sleep not an hour earlier in another small puddle of sin. It was only after Delilah tried to open the door that Morgan began to hear her subtle reminder of her promise to help.
She scooted out of bed and pushed up against the door, "ok ok, I'll be right out." Morgan had no idea what she would wear on such a night of sneaking but she figured black would be best as not to be seen. She clamored through all the long conservative skirts and dresses she had to find anything that seemed fairly "normal" she didn't want to draw attention to her or her roommate anymore than need be. Finally, Morgan spied a dank pantsuit she had gotten for her grandmother's funeral, and decided it would be the best to the occasion.
As she pulled loose fitted black pants over her fresh pair of panties, Morgan began to ask herself why she was doing this. She hated getting out of her norm and as she buttoned down the black blouse over her tightest white bra, she only had feelings of dread coming over her for the travels to come. She threw the jacket over her shoulder and pulled her ponytail out to let it sway behind her. Finally, in all black, she looked in the mirror, and put her thick glasses on. Normally she wore contacts but she wanted to add to her disdain, and hopefully hide her face from the adventure to come. Morgan sighed and looked one last time in the mirror at herself, seeing taking only some comfort that she was well covered and blended in well with the night sky.
"Alright I'm ready. Delilah...?" Morgan's jaw dropped as she opened her door to see her friend across the way. In the three hours of "study time", the School gave them after dinner and before lights out, she had transformed herself from the barely conforming young lady that wore her uniform with disdain, into the blazing hellion hellcat she was. Delilah had managed to amp up the color in her hair, to hottest rod red, expose enough of her body not to be arrested, and sprayed herself with a musky scent. Her eyes were painted red as her hair and lips, and the heavy rouge on her cheeks seemed to only pale her face more to the comparison of all else on her head. She was wearing a barely held on tank top that made her pert little breasts seem to push out even further off her chest. The thin black material of the sports bra gave her support, despite having no need for it, but the shirt obviously hung on by anything it could grab to, most notably her hard tits.
From just under her bust to the absolute lowest point that could still be considered her hips, was bare, proudly displaying her taut abs, and belly button ring. In fact it wasn't until Morgan had saw the belly button right that she realized there weren't stars dancing on her friends' ears, lip, and nose, that they were indeed small piercings. Had Morgan taken the time to count she probably would have given up after eleven. Her eyes continued down past the hem of her friend's skirt, which was nothing more than a tight tube of plastic masquerading as a skirt. Morgan wondered how her friend managed to shrink wrap herself without being burned horribly by the blow dryer.
The hem of the skirt would have just covered the bottom of her panties, and happy would any man be who saw her bend over, but one inch below that hem, began a set of loose fishnet stockings feeding all the way down her shapely legs into the highest set of heels Morgan had ever seen. The entire ensemble would have told Morgan that Delilah was seeking her Samson tonight, if Morgan had been able to concentrate on anything but keeping dry the beast between her legs.
"What are you wearing?!?"
"C'mon slow poke, Sam is waiting in the car just over the gate and we need to hurry if we are going to be back in time."
"Sam? Delilah you didn't say anything about boys..." Morgan felt herself being dragged by a woman whom had much more experience in high heels than she had ever hoped for.
"Oh shut it, Morgan. Are you going to complain the entire time and get us caught?"
"No, but..."
"Then stop complaining and help me over this wall will you." They had gotten past the sleeping hall monitors and out to the courtyard.
"Here give me your foot, then." Delilah had already taken off her long stiletto heels to trudge through the soft earth of the grounds, and Morgan had no trouble lifting her compatriot up to reach the 7ft wall. The two slipped over and were greeted by an old Honda Accord turning on its lights.
"Sam! Not yet!" The lights went out as quickly as they went on, and Delilah quickly stuffed Morgan in the back seat of the car. Leaping into the passenger seat, Sam attempted to tear off but did nothing more than spray a little mud till he slowed the engine a bit and took off back towards the main road.
As they tore off into the night Delilah, turned up the music and rolled down the windows, feeling the breeze through her turgid hair. Sam drove with a laugh and a smile, talking about how "good it is to see you, baby" and "damn you look hot tonight." Morgan didn't know what to do with herself so she crossed her arms over her chest and looked up at the full moon coming over the horizon.
"So who's our passenger, baby? She's cute." Sam opened his mouth as he leaned over and caressed the bare thigh of his lover Delilah. The two had been dating on and off for the past four years, and it never helped Sam's case that he was now twenty four years old to Delilah's eighteen. Morgan had since kept her harsh line of protest, but was slowly drawn into curiosity as the trio pulled into the traffic of the major road.
"Oh, I almost forgot, baby. This is my roommate Morgan, I wanted to get her out and show her a good time." Delilah smiled as she shifted her crotch towards her boyfriend's hand, holding back her own sex drive for the sake of her annoyed friend in the back seat.
"Pleased to meet you, ummm... Sam, was it?"
"Yeah, my real name's Samson, but nobody calls me that. Sam does just fine, or 'horse' whichever you prefer, ha ha!" Sam attempted to make a joke but Delilah quickly hit him in the ribs as they drove.
"Oh, stop it you. Don't you worry about him Morgan; I'll keep an eye on you."
"Ok, ummm so where are we going?"
"Well that's more up to you two ladies, you're the ones who are going to turn into pumpkins if I don't get you back before sunrise. "
"Well I thought we should take her to a club, nothing too rowdy her first time out." Delilah looked back to the back seat with a grin, and it was the first time she noticed that Sam's hand wasn't on the shifter, but instead in Delilah's lap. She ignored it as best she could.
"How bout, Queens Cross Thames, they are pretty respectful over there."
"Yeah that sounds good, but I think there was something going on over there tonight wasn't there."
"Nah, it's pretty chill overall."
"Um, guys, what time do you think we will be back? I don't want the prefects or Headmistress to find out we snuck out. I feel bad about this already."
"Oh don't you worry Morgan, we will be back before your morning prayers, and maybe you'll have a real reason for your laps after tonight... ha hah ha!"
Morgan did not like the sound of that at all, but it was certainly too late to get out and walk back now.
As they parked in the dirty streets of Newark, the trio piled out of the car and Morgan finally got a good look at her surroundings. She was frightened and apprehensive about the whole thing from the start, hoping that somehow they would have run out of gas, or had gotten caught coming out past the wall, but her curiosity had still been winning out. All three of them stretched a bit as they piled out of the small Honda, Delilah especially as she stood with her legs more than shoulder width apart and cracked her thin back, exposing for a brief moment the see-thru black panties that barely covered her shaven cunt. Morgan felt her own pussy, gush at the sight and tried to look away, but instead got her first eyeful of Samson since she saw the back of his head.
He was about 5'11" and as far as his body was concerned, completely average, if not lanky and thin. He was unbuttoning the collared shirt he wore with barbed wire designs and torn sleeves to reveal a fishnet shirt that exposed his nipples well and barely did anything but darken his nearly white flesh a little in the artificial light of the street post. His baggy pants looked as though they could fit Delilah, Samson and Morgan in them and still have room left over. The arm bands around his wrists were a disjointed color with designs of what Morgan could only perceive to be his preferred performers. Morgan wanted to go home.
She barely spoke as the fear and excitement of nighttime in a big city crept slowly over her body. Morgan held closer to Delilah, and followed the two as they headed down the street. Bums and winos decorated the street corners as they passed through the streets of downtown Newark. It was a familiar sight to anyone who had spent more than a few moments within the city limits of the city, but to Morgan, each corner unfolded about her as the surface of an alien world.
"Who are these people... they are just laying out in the street." Morgan spoke with a bit of fear in her voice.
"What you've never seen a bum, chic... where you been living under a rock."
"Morgan's never been much outside the world of the school and her home, so you be nice Sam! Don't worry Morgan, keep close and we'll be at the club soon." Delilah said with a smirk and a happy bounce in her step.
"But, don't these people have somewhere to go, shelters, homes, anything."
"Try not to think about it much, ok. We are out here to have fun, not be missionaries."
"And besides, chic, they would be too busy staring at those tits to even realize your chair-it-tea!" Delilah smacked her boyfriend hard in the shoulder for his crude remark. Morgan even had to chuckle a bit at how crude he was, but kept quiet as she noticed a few more eyes on her than made her comfortable.
"Ah here we are." Delilah spoke as they turned the corner. Morgan looked around trying to see just where they were, but all she saw was more of the same. A dimly lit alley way, and a few other similarly dressed kids heading towards a freakishly large man in the middle of the block. In the distance she could see the Municipal building for the city, which loomed over the small alley as a fortress would a battlefield. There was no sign, no lights, no cars, and absolutely no signal that they were anywhere else but lost.
"Where is here?"
