"Do you need anything? That was really intense." Trixie asks into my ear. I shake my head no. "You sure?" She checks. I nod yes. "Can you speak, baby? I like when you use your words."
"Mhm. Everything's all good. Thank you." I affirm. Trixie hums, content, before kissing the top of my head.
"You're a really good girl, you know. We should go over kinks and fetishes in the future. If you'd like."
"That's a good idea, Trix. In the meantime, though, do you wanna have breakfast?" I ask. She nods, slowly moving me off her. I comply, standing up next to the bed. She gets up as well, and we walk to her kitchen. She gets started cracking some eggs for herself, before turning to me.
"You want some?" She asks. I shake my head no. "There's redbull in the fridge, by the way." She motions to the fridge. I get up and grab a sugar free one, thanking her as I do so. She smiles, flipping the egg over in the pan.
Soon enough, Trixie's joining me for breakfast at the table. Its a nice one, actually. It looks like oak wood, except smoothed down and polished. Same with the chairs. It looks maybe 20 years old, as a rough guess. Trixie looks up from her plate to me.
"You wanna start the kink chart?" She asks. I chuckle at the way she phrases it, but nod.
"I'm into some weird shit, just a heads up." I tell her. She does her cute scream-laugh.
"So am I. Don't worry." She laughs. After about an hour of talking, we have a list of kinks we have in common, as well as a "do not do" list.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Trixie laughs at the way I wrote my name.
"What? It's just cyrilic!" I chuckle.
"I know. It just looks so... Weird!" She laughs. "I must ask though, what's guro?"
"Pornographic gore. Like breaking ribs and shit like that." I explain.
"Oh. Yeah we're definitely not doing that."
"Didn't think so. Just wanted to list it anyway."
Trixie tears out the page from her notebook and hangs it on her old fridge. I smile.
"So what do you wanna do, Kat? Wanna get coffee, stay here, go home..." She asks.
"Hmm... I kinda wanna get coffee honestly." I say.
"Alright. Do you wanna borrow some of my clothes so you don't have to wear that slutty little costume?" Trixie asks. I nod, smiling. She runs over to her room, emerging moments later with a pink shirt and jeans. She places them down on the chair, before turning back. "I'm gonna get changed myself and get some makeup." She explains. God, Trixie wears so much makeup. It looks great, though. I get up, putting the loose jeans and Dolly Parton shirt on. They're very loose, hanging off my body. Trixie's full and thick, maybe a size 8-12, whereas I'm far skinnier, only a size 2. I chuckle, trying to keep the pants from falling off my hips.
Trixie comes out, carrying a few bags of makeup, a mirror, and a belt. She laughs, watching me struggle with the pants. She holds the belt out to me. "Here. I figured you'd need it." I thread the black leather belt through the loops in the jeans, securing it around my tiny waist. I decide to tuck the shirt in, allowing extra definition to my waist. I pull a little out, just to allow some wiggle room for my torso.
I look over to Trixie, who has her mirror on the table, with open bags full of cosmetics surrounding her. She's staring intently at her reflection, pounding foundation into her skin with a flat brush, before going in with a beauty blender.
"Kat, you wanna put any makeup on? I don't mind." she asks. I nod. "Heres where I keep my eyeliners and mascaras, brushes are over here, choose any palette you want." She kindly informs me, pointing to a bunch of different bags. I slowly nod, going to her eyeliner bag first and getting a black waterliner, as well as a random mascara. I go to her brush bag and pull out a flat brush, as well as a blending brush, and an angled brush. I look at the palettes, before grabbing a nude one.
I get started in her hallway mirror, setting her makeup down on the shelf next to it. I start out by smudging the liner all over my eyes, using it as eye primer, before packing black shadow all over it with the flat brush. I blend some browns around my crease and under my eyes, filling in my brows with the black using the angled brush. I put on some mascara, turning back to Trixie, who's just started on her insanely large eyeliner. After making sure everything looks good on me, I grab my Halloween dress and stuff it into my backpack. It only then dawns on me,
"Hey Trix, it's only Friday." I say.
"Yeah, I know. I called us both in sick while you were sleeping. You sleep pretty heavily." She chuckles. I laugh.
She finishes her makeup up before grabbing her purse and a jacket.
"You wanna take your bag and just keep it in the trunk so we can go back to your place? " She asks. I nod, putting my shoes on and throwing my leather jacket over the shirt. I look in the mirror. God, my outfit looks so mismatched. I laugh as Trixie unlocks the door, leading us out to her car.
