"You are cordially invited to the 87th Masquerade." The gold script on the parchment went on to list time, date and place. But it was the word "masquerade" that she dwelt on. Angela had loved the costumes at Halloween as a child, and the few costume parties she had gone to at college had been tremendous fun. Masquerade just made it sound so much more elegant and mysterious. She circled the calendar and began making plans to attend.
Angela poured over various magazines and catalogs looking for an idea. Anything from movies she discounted quickly as common. And the normal belly dancer, genie, pirate wench or she-devil fell away for the same reason. This was a once in a lifetime and she'd be damned if she blew it on showing up with someone else in the same outfit. Then she thought about her friend Thomas. He worked in the theater department at the college for their props and costumes...He'd be perfect for designing something unique and original.
"It has to be amazing...fantastic! I want your best work ever!" His back was turned to her and her pleadings. Hunched over the desk, the tall man was working rather than listening. "C'mon Thomas...there has to be some way to get you to do this. Please...?"
"Angela...I told you...I don't have the time. The costumes have to be ready by opening night, and I only have half of them done. I'm sorry, but I just can't." He turned just long enough to express sincere regret tehn went back to his task.
A wicked smile came across her face, and she tossed the flowing blonde hair over her left shoulder. "I'll tell you what, make you a deal...if you can make me an absolutely stunning costume, I'll grant you one wish...anything your heart desires." Her accent on anything made him sit up and take notice. There was no mistaking the tone and the implication. When he spun around, her posture and smile confirmed it.
Thomas stood and reached out to shake her hand "Deal. Be at my place tonight at 10:00"
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She had spent the afternoon wondering; what he could do what wish he would ask for, how the people at the masquerade would respond. By the time it was 10:00 she was racked with anticipation. The knock on Thomas's door was fast and short. She fidgeted while it took him a moment to answer. Angela burst in and looked around to see what he had so far. "Ok...so what have you got so far?"
"Hang on there, darlin..." His southern drawl a sharp contrast to her excited hurried state. "Let me get the sketch first, and if you like it we can start tonight." He picked up the sketchpad from the kitchen table and motioned for her to sit on the couch. "It's a little out there, but I doubt anyone else would be wearing it." He flipped the pages to the sketch.
The image on the page was mesmerizing. It looked like a Japanese geisha, but with breast not often found on Asian women and the skin looked metallic rather then flesh. Glowing red lines went up her legs and trimmed the short wrap around kimono that barely covered the ass. The make up was silver rather than white, although the cheeks were still rose and heavy black eyeliner accentuated the oriental slant of the eyes. Thin deep crimson lips matched the silk of the robe and seem to be the focus of the drawing.
"Thomas...that is amazing! And you say we can start tonight?!?" Angela was clutching the pad absorbing every nuance of the sketch.
"Well, the body suit yeah...I've got the stuff here. I can do the robe in no time, and we can do the makeup just before you go."
"Lets get started then...what do I need to do?" She held the pad so that the light hit it better, and traced the outline with her finger.
"Strip".
His simple command snapped her back to reality. "Tom...sweety...the wish comes later... "
"This isn't part of the wish, Angela, this is costume design. That metal skin has to be skin. If you want it right, it starts with a body suit, now strip." She looked around his studio apartment and saw that there was no bedroom or privacy in which to change into the spandex. Casting a glance at him, she knew that his wish was going to have her naked eventually...might as well reward his genius a little early.
She pulled the T-shirt over her head, letting her 34C breasts bob in the bra, nearly bouncing free. Kicking off her shoes, she undid her pants and let them fall to the floor by the footwear. With one arm covering herself, she let the bra strap slip off, and shimmied out of the lacy cloth. She held it up on display and let it drop, then lowered her panties to her ankles, lifting them as well and casting them aside with a flourish.
"Good thing you're already shaved down there, that was going to be the next part of all this. And by the way...nice tan." He was trying to sound blasé, but Angela could tell by the large rise in his jeans that he was looking with more than professional eyes. She grinned a wicked grin at the thought of what his wish would be, and the probability that the bulge under his fly was not just misplaced socks.
Thomas tossed her the bodysuit, which she slid into. It was nude and sheer, and clung to her tightly. She slid it over her legs and was in the process of pulling it up when Thomas mentioned "And be sure to lift your breasts when you pull the suit up. It will help create lift without the bra." With an exaggerated motion she finished getting into the suit, and then turned for Thomas to evaluate.
"Oh yeah, that will be great. Now stand with your feet about shoulder width apart...I'll need to paint the latex on." He was mixing the fluid in a can as he approached. "And I should tell you, this will tickle. Try to hold as still as possible. And then should be dry within ten minutes or so." The first few brushstrokes did tickle as he dabbed it on her shoulders. It tickled more as the brush traveled long slick paths down her back. All in all she did hold still clinching her fists to hold back the wiggles. IT was when he was painting her ass that the tickles turned more erotic and she bit her bottom lip, hoping to not get too aroused.
"Ok, now the front" His voice was slightly distant, as if he was talking to himself, or perhaps he was teasing her with the anticipation. He moved around in front of her and spread the first few dabs across the top of her chest. She began breathing harder as he traced the outlines of her breasts, working outward in toward the now too sensitive and aching nipples. The latex glossed over them, but she could feel the hairs in the brush as they surrounded and covered each tuft of flesh. She closed her eyes to concentrate and fight back the orgasm she knew was coming.
Angela listened for Thomas's breath as he knelt down. He was painting down to her navel and across her hips. She could barely pick up the gulps as he made his way to the center. Dabbing more latex on to the brush, he went over the mound and in between her legs. The gasp she was holding back escaped, and she shivered slightly beneath his touch. Surprisingly, Thomas didn't say anything, but he did stop painting for just a moment. She looked down just to see him peering up. The tension of the moment hung as their eyes met. Then Thomas broke his gaze and went back to painting.
