Halloween Romp/Jacky/Let's Go to the Mall/The Food Court/Take the Deal
"Deal," you say without hesitation.
Fiona finishes up her drink and tosses both cups into a nearby trash bin. She leads you to a costume shop in the corner of the mall. The whole store was alive with halloween colors. Instead of being dark and drab, the store had a lot of shiny, reflective signs and posters. A life-sized animatronic hag stirred a cauldron with smoke billowing out near the entrance. It was quite impressive really. Your aunt leads you into the back and speaks briefly to an employee before lifting a curtain and pulling you into a dressing-room like area. A varnished wooden table held a trifold vanity mirror and an assortment of bottles of what you can only assume to be makeup. Several racks of outfits were littered haphazardly with some costumes looking like they were just stuffed back into place. What looked like a short antique couch sat in front of the mirror, heavily cushioned and comfortable. As your aunt sits you down on the couch, you realize that your pants are wet from your earlier daydreams. You squirm uncomfortably as your aunt examines you. "Hmm," was all she said.
"Maybe we can do a little Cleopatra? Yes, I think that will be fine," Fiona declares.
Fiona begins clean your face, using this and that and finally applying moisturizer. Then she applies primer, foundation, and concealer. She creates a design on your face and smears deep red lipstick on your lips. She gives the final touches to your makeup and you look at yourself in the mirror. Unrecognizable. Your face has been transformed into a that of an egyptian queen. Fiona places a rolls your hair into a wigcap and paints the edges a little with skin tone before placing the proper wig on your head. If you knew who Cleopatra was, you would have said you were a spitting image of her when she was young (at least in TV portrayals). "Cleopatra was a great queen of Egypt," Fiona begins, "She was known for her struggles for power and for... well, you'll find out soon," she ends with a hint of a smile.
Your aunt stands you up and all of a sudden, pulls your pants down and removes them before you can react. "No!" You cry out. She throws your pants to the corner of the room. As you reach out for it, you feel her touching you. Touching you where you were weakest. "No, don't touch me there. Don't," your breath quickens as she expertly manipulates your pussy. "Touch me. There. No. Touch me. Uh, yes. Yes ~! No. Don't stop. Please don't stop!" Fiona cruelly stops touching you and throws a white Cleopatra dress over you. You whimper as you beg for her to touch you again.
"Now remember when I promised you to get more of that lassi? If you stand on this couch with your hands on the couch back and stay still until I come back, I will make you feel good and I will get you that drink, Ok?"
You nod breathily as you take off your shoes and socks and stand obediently on the couch, leaning forward just a little and scooting your bottom back a little to keep your hands on the couch back. Your aunt cheerfully disappears behind the curtain.
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