Skin Deep

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Allie and I dropped the hoods of the cloaks off of our faces as the lyrics began, each of us rolling our hips, our eyes locked on our targets. Well, my target was Luke; I was a little confused as to Allie’s, but I assumed it was a two for one deal tonight, since both Jackson and Brandon were sitting there and, well, she was hot for them both.
Kid was singing, ‘You got a body like the devil and you smell like sex, I can tell you’re trouble but I’m still obsessed’ and our audience had grown. Everyone at the party had crowded in to watch what we were doing. I was getting extremely nervous because, honestly, I hadn’t thought much about other people seeing us do this. It was too late to back out now, so I took a deep breath and continued.
The chorus of the song hit and we started releasing the toggle buttons holding the sides of the cloaks together, making sure we didn’t wiggle too much and reveal it all too soon. It was hard to hold back because the beat and the words, ‘So hot, I don’t wanna be your friend, I want to fuck you like I’m never gonna see you again’ made me want to dance my clothes off.
Kid Rock’s voice trailed off and the beat changed. We started moving a little bit more, both of us getting lost in the music as Halestorm’s I Get Off started in. As soon as she started singing the lyrics of the chorus, Allie and I threw off the cloaks completely and started really dancing, rolling and dipping our hips, our hands running up our bodies into our hair as we moved slowly towards the guys.
Their eyes about popped out of their heads as they took in what we were wearing. Allie was dressed in a black leather strapless sheath. The hem of the dress hit the top of her thighs, barely covering her ass, and she wore torn fishnet stockings with spike-heeled, knee high black leather boots. Her hands were covered with fingerless black leather gloves, and she’d found a spiked collar to wear as a choker around her neck. She’d spiked her hair out all over her head, and the purple streaks were now fire engine red.
We’d both gone heavy on the makeup, rocker chick style, and both had painted our lips blood red and glossed them with my favorite MAC Lipglass (that shit is the bomb!). I’d left my hair down but had pinned the sides back from my face. I left my bang area down since they’re sideswept anyway, and let the hair curve down over my eye a bit. It looked pretty damn sexy in the mirror but was driving me nuts. I felt like I was blind in one eye.
I’d gone all out on my outfit, and it had set my savings back a bit. By the looks on their faces, though, it was worth it. I was wearing a black satin corset that plumped my girls up dangerously. I mean, they’re pretty good size anyway, but the corset made them scandalous! It had red lace insets down the front and laced in the back with red satin ribbon. I paired it with tiny little pair of black leather shorts over red fishnet hose, and thigh-high black leather boots. The heels on my boots weren’t spike heeled, but were a little thicker and stacked. I picked them because we all know how graceful I am, and I would probably have broken an ankle in spike heels. I was still a little worried about these boots, though, because they had a four inch heel.
I’d left my arms and hands bare, and painted my nails blood red to match my lips. I’d also wrapped a silver choker chain around my neck, and attached a thin, silver-studded, black leather leash to it. I was currently running the end of the leash down my body between my breasts while swaying, rolling, and dipping my hips to the beat.
Allie and I looked at each other and she gave me a small nod; then we turned our backs to the guys to continue dancing. We had kind of choreographed our costume reveal, and it wasn’t anything spectacular, just something to get a rise. We miscalculated just what kind of rise we would get, though.
I squealed as my cloak was wrapped around me from behind before I was lifted in the air and thrown over a hard shoulder. I realized that it wasn’t too bad of a position to be in when I came face to face with Luke’s lower back, just above his deliciously tight, camo-covered ass. So I did what any sane woman would do and reached down to yank his shirt out of his pants and kiss the skin I bared.
I yelped as he smacked my ass, and then bit him when he growled at me to behave. I started hollering for Allie, trying to see where she was. A light came on and Luke set me on my feet. I looked around and realized that we were in the men’s bathroom.
I didn’t have time to see much more or to say anything, because Luke pressed me back against the wall and slammed his lips down on mine, pushing his tongue past my lips as he kneed my thighs apart to press his thigh between them. I gasped into his mouth as his leg pressed against my clit, and I thrust my hips forward to increase the friction.
He pulled back from me and whispered in my ear, “Can we leave now?”
I giggled. I couldn’t help it. “No, we have to stay for the party! Umm…Luke, where’s Allie?”
He shrugged and grinned before saying, “Well, if the two of you dancing around in basically no clothes did anything to my brother like it did me, then I’d say she’s having a good time. But its probably an even better time because Jacks got to her before Brandon.”
“Oh, God!” I gasped, pushing away from Luke to go try to find Allie. He chuckled and followed me out into the small room.
He turned to get a drink from the bar as I made a bee line for Allie, who I saw just coming in the door from outside. She looked pissed, and she had leaves in her hair and her lipgloss was missing. Brandon and Jackson ambled in behind her, both looking smug, and I found Allie’s missing lipgloss. It was smeared across their lips. Yes, I said their. As in Brandon’s. AND Jackson’s. Whoa.
Allie stomped by me, brushing her hands through her hair to dislodge the leaves. I gave her a shocked smile, before whispering, “Yeah, I’m gonna need details later.” She gave me a grim smile back and nodded sharply before disappearing into the bathroom.
The rest of the night passed in a blur of drinking, dancing, and fending off wandering hands. Every time I turned around, Luke was sliding his hands everywhere he could get them, and I noticed Brandon and Jackson doing the same to Allie, even though she did not look happy about their attention. I felt a little odd about Jackson being all over Allie, but I think it was more just because of…well, you know. That night. Which I hadn’t told Allie about yet.
But I was also just worried that she was going to get herself into something that she might not be ready for. Even though she was about as wild as they come.
The party was a success, and after we cleaned up the hall, we all headed out. My mom and Jenna stayed behind to help, but Noah had gone home to relieve the babysitter, and Leah had left with the horse’s ass. No, seriously. There were a couple of guys that dressed in one of those two piece horse costumes, and she took the ass end home. He was pretty cute for an ass, though, so I guess I couldn’t blame her. (And by the way, I was right. She was holding onto the full tip jar and had a wad of ones stuffed in her bra as she headed out the door.)
Allie was told by Brandon that she was coming home with all of us and surprised me when she didn’t put up a fight about it.
I woke up the next morning stretched out on top of Luke. I couldn’t remember how I got there, but figured he couldn’t be very comfortable. I slid slowly and carefully off to the side and he shifted, turning onto his side with his back to me. God, he’s so gorgeous.
Since he was still deep asleep, I took the chance to finally get a close look at his tattoos. I’ve seen him naked so many times now, but I’ve never had the chance to really see what they all were. The first time I had seen him shirtless, I was drawn to the small silver hoops piercing his nipples, but I was still intrigued by the swirls of ink patterning his skin.