Mistress(es)

Ep. 8: Dirty Dancing

Skyler tapped his wheel to the rhythm of the radio while he waited for Cleo, staring forward and zoning out at the beautiful view of Sleepy Valley below. It'd been a while since he'd been out to the girl's house; several years at least, and he had forgotten how nice the place was, tucked off into the far reaches of the Valley's towering hills. Her mother certainly wasn't as wealthy as Erica's parents, but her mom had a very nice, spacious cottage draped in lavish ivy, trimmed with dark, polished wood, and composed of old, cobblestone walls. It looked straight from a modern fairytale, like a hobbit hole or a wizard's hut—positively enchanting. It certainly wasn't the house you'd picture the rebellious goth living in, but the place was obviously more her eccentric mother's style than her own. Skyler smiled, imagining Cleo's black dominated closet and room in contrast to the colorful, eclectic décor.

That smile vanished when his friend stepped outside and shut her door, however, his mouth instead dropping slightly in awe when he saw her.

Cleo had worn shorts and crop tops before, showing a lot of skin, but that was a typical summer outfit, so casual that, while hot, didn't really make Skyler's face warm, as he tried not to sexualize his friends if he could help it. There was no doing that tonight with Cleo, however, as the girls fit demanded attention. A short, thin black skirt that barely had enough length to drape over her ass, gold baubles hanging from the waistline to add a little flair. Topside, Cleo wore a crop top styled corset, shoulders on display as well as a generous amount of her breasts, looking as plump and perky as ever in their tight new cradle. The "shirt" was zipped up tight, showing every inch of Cleo's curves, and near the bottom, exposing a bit of that tight little midriff Skyler loved so much. Then, of course, atop it all, a tight little choker with a shiny pendant at its center.

Cleo wasn't just dressed hot. She was dressed slutty and sexy, and she 100% knew it, and was rocking it. Skyler struggled to stop undressing her with his eyes as the girl skipped to his car, and as she opened the door and wafted an intoxicating dose of perfume into his nose, the boy couldn't look away or think anything other than "holy fuck, Cleo".

"Heyyyy~!" Cleo sang, popping his visor down and checking herself in the mirror one last time, "Thanks for coming to get me tonight. My car is busted right now and my other friend's car was full otherwise I wouldn't have made you drive all the way out. Anyhow, you ready for your first night in the club, big guy?" Cleo finished tossing her lush, snowy hair before snapping the mirror back up and turning to Skyler with a smile. When she saw the boy's blank, doe like stare, however, concern grew, and insecurity set in, "I-Is something wrong? You don't have to go if you don't want to..."

Skyler finally snapped out of it, caught staring at the girl's glossy lips slathered in an alluring periwinkle, and the glitter and rhinestones decorating her porcelain face. "huh?" he grunted before the words finally registered in his love-struck brain, "O-Oh! Sorry, No, I want to go! I just was just, um... sorry you just... I don't normally see you dressed like this." Skyler finally managed to spit out, "You look good."

Cleo's insecurity lit up like a Christmas tree into warm, fuzzy confidence. "Thanks," she smiled, "I usually only wear stuff like this when I go out. Feels too extra otherwise."

"I should take you out more often then," Skyler let slip before turning into a tomato and shaking his head, "I-I mean, sorry that was—you look really nice is all I was trying to say, I didn't mean to be creepy."

Cleo smirked and crossed her arms raising a brow. She was playing coy, but really, she had hoped her appearance would have this reaction on Skyler. Ever since the night back during that first week of school where she and him had gotten drunk together, Cleo had felt more than a little attracted to him. She'd always stifled her feelings for Abby's sake, but in that drunken haze that night, she vaguely recalled Skyler gushing about her and how pretty he thought she was. She even thought she remembered him calling her hot. Ever since, she'd been concocting the most meticulous outfits to draw his eyes based on the bits and pieces of what she remembered, and she had felt pretty confident in her current fit. She tested this theory as the boy squirmed awkwardly in his seat, liking the way he looked, all flustered.