Part One: Tricked
"Monica, I don't feel so good."
Startled, Monica Jensen jumped and turned toward the doorway of the bathroom. Hanging onto the door jam and looking like death warmed over was Lilly Banks. Her shiny black leather covered head was hanging down loosely, and she swayed from side to side like a listing ship.
"Uh Oh Honey what's wrong?" The minute she said it, she felt stupid. It was obvious; Lilly was drunk off her ass and looking like she was going down for the count at any second. Setting aside the makeup stained cotton ball she'd just finished using, Monica quickly took one last look at her freshly scrubbed face in the small medicine cabinet mirror and headed across the bathroom. Slipping her arm around the obviously drunk girl's waist she hoisted her against her side and turning halfway around, headed down the hall to her spare bedroom located at the end of the corridor. Lilly wasn't a lot of help. Feeling quite lightheaded herself, Monica realized she'd had a few more drinks then she usually liked to consume on any given occasion; she was definitely a couple of drinks over her own enforced restriction.
Finally, feeling like it had taken her hours, they reached the bedroom. Monica managed to get the door opened and her charge deposited on the full sized bed without any mishaps. Standing here looking at her, she realized she'd have to get her out of that skintight costume. It would be downright cruel to leave her in it; if she woke up with a screaming bladder, boy oh boy, getting that off in time to do one's business would be a bitch. She considered going downstairs to get Mitch to come up and undress his girlfriend, but a feeling of uneasiness centered in the vicinity of her heart and she ditched the idea.
Mitch Rhoades, god they'd known each other forever. They'd become best friends in Junior High, two nerdy misfits with braces, pimples, and a love for math and science that none of their others classmates could ever understand. They practically lived at each others houses. She knew that both sets of parents had assumed they'd end up married someday, but the fact was, their relationship had never entered those dangerous waters. They were closer than any siblings could ever be, and she knew that to him, she was the sister that as an only child he'd never had. They told each other everything, and in the twenty years that they had known each other, their bond had grown rock solid.
Neither one of them had ever married; numerous love affairs had come and gone, but that "special" someone had never come along for either one of them. Monica knew for her that he never would, no one could eclipse Mitch in her heart. She'd loved him since the day she stumbled into him on the threshold of Mr. Danner's Science class at the start of their seventh grade year. Her heartache when he'd grown out of his awkward stage and started turning the heads of everything female had never really dissipated, but over the years she'd gotten resigned to the fact that he'd never see her in the same lustful light that she saw him. Most of the time she was okay with that, but every so often, like now, when he dragged in a new girlfriend...
She'd met Lilly for the first time just two weeks ago. She seemed like a heavy partier; not really Mitch's type at all. Looking at her sprawled out on the bed she had to wonder what in the world he really saw in her. Ruefully looking at the Cat Women Halloween outfit she'd poured herself into Monica thought she might know. This girl oozed sexuality. Her shock when she'd opened her door to the pair earlier this evening had yet to fully disappear. Lilly, had come in the door pulling Mitch behind her on a leash hooked to a studded black dog collar around his neck. He was wearing nothing else but a black leather loin cloth. Monica knew her shock must have shown on her face; he shrugged, and grinning slapped Lilly on her ass before saying "She made me do it." Standing there in her Raggedy Ann Costume had made Monica feel dowdy as hell. Every year she and Mitch threw a Halloween Party, this year it was her turn to host. They always invited mutual friends and co-workers. This was the first year she was unattached, so she was the odd one out for everyone else had brought a significant other. As the evening progressed, every male eye in the house had ogled Lilly at one time or another, much like every female had drooled over Mitch's over exposed body. She'd drown her sorrows in the highly spiked punch she was serving to her over lustified guests.
Sneaking away upstairs to get out of her costume and maybe wallow in a little self pity had led her to this. What should she do? Let sleeping beauty lay and swelter in that tight leather, or should she be the polite host and get her out of it? Looking down at herself, she had to laugh out loud. She'd only been able to get the makeup off her face before being interrupted. She still had her dress and pantaloons on, her head spun just a bit, reminding her that she probably needed to get downstairs and get her guests on their way and let Mitch know where Lilly had ended up. He'd been putting the punch away at a good rate too, so she had no doubt he'd be sleeping it off in here with Lilly tonight. That thought made her very unhappy. She sighed. if only... Oh well, that was never going to happen. Deciding she'd rather get Lilly out of her costume than to have risked Mitch attempting the sport, Monica set to work. This wasn't going to be easy...
Where the hell were the girls? Mitch closed the door behind the last of the departing guests, and looked around the disheveled living room. It was a mess, but he'd help Mona clean up in the morning. He knew he was too looped to drive, and had counted on the fact that he and Lilly would crash in Mona's spare bedroom. Knowing Lilly, he was sure she'd be pretty ripped by now. They were just three weeks into their relationship and he already knew she had a drinking problem; he also knew he wouldn't be with her much longer as that just wasn't his scene. It wasn't like Mona to just disappear though, especially from a party she was throwing. It wasn't in her to be rude, and she would consider not saying goodbye to her guests very rude. Mitch made the rounds in all the downstairs rooms turning off all the lights and looking into every nook and cranny making sure Lilly wasn't passed out in a corner somewhere. He figured he'd find her in the upstairs bathroom perched over the commode, or maybe even lying in the bathtub. It wouldn't be the first time. It was Mona's absence that made him fret the most. Assured that the downstairs was secure he walked somewhat crookedly to the stairway and headed up.
God, the tight leather made her feel like she'd been melted and molded into this thing. Standing in front of the vanity admiring herself in the mirror, Monica had to admit she looked damned good in this outfit. It had taken her forever to get it off the passed out Lilly, but once she had, the temptation to try this outrageous costume on had gotten the best of her. She'd never dare wear something like this out in public as she didn't consider herself the sexy type. She wasn't ugly or anything, in fact she was kind of pretty. She just didn't have the sex kitten attitude to pull something like this off. And who in their right mind would want to struggle in and out of this thing more than once? It had been complicated to figure out; getting it off Lilly had been a royal pain in the ass. It was like a flight suit, you had to step into the legs, pull it up and struggle into the full length arms, then fit the headpiece over your head, tuck in your hair and hope like hell when you went to zip it up that it fit. It had, perfectly.
