Amin and the HARLOT-DOLL Skinsuit (5) (Patreon)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

AMIN AND THE HARLOT-DOLL SKIN-SUIT

Part 5

Patrice picked up her makeup bag from the box and went back to the bathroom. As she walked, she realized how difficult it was to walk in those heels and, above all, in the dress’s very tight pencil skirt. That gold dress not only looked tight, but it was tight, and Patrice had to change the way she walked to move in it.

Taking shorter steps and swaying her hips even more. But mysteriously, she knew exactly how to do it. And what she liked most was that she was enjoying it. She loved the sensation the dress gave her, over her tights, against her skin. Something that amazed her.

She now felt completely feminine in her heels. So sexy and increasingly turned on by that dress. Nothing and no one had ever made her feel this good and powerful.

And as she applied her makeup, looking at herself with eyes growing more and more satisfied with how she looked, she didn’t doubt or wonder where, or how, she knew how to apply makeup like a professional.

Every gesture and every movement was so innate, so natural. Her hands knew how to stay steady. Her mouth knew when to open to apply or blend the makeup. Her lips knew the right pose when she began applying the lipstick. Or how, from that moment on, she knew she couldn’t let herself be seen without first being…

"Perfect!" she told herself after finishing rubbing one lip against the other to spread the lipstick evenly. "Ready to receive that traitor Maria (giggle). I look so… Mmmm, pretty and beautiful…"

Patrice came out of the bathroom and walked into the living-dining room, glancing at the clock on the wall. It was only shortly past seven pm, Maria wouldn't be home until about ten. So Patrice still had plenty of time to get to know herself better, to discover more about her new body and her new self.

Every step and every gesture were reasons to keep wearing that skinsuit. Reasons to be corrupted even further, and to let her most primitive impulses take control… then an idea struck her.

“Why am I going to stay here, only playing with myself, waiting for Maria?” she said to herself with a smile. “This body needs something more than I can give it…”

Just thinking about it made her pussy tingle. She needed a muscular guy, someone big, and someone who wasn’t right for her, a mistake, someone Amin and Maria would hate. Someone toxic. And Patrice knew exactly where to look for him.

Biting her lip again as she adjusted her sensitive, soft breasts, she headed for the door of her apartment. She crossed the hallway, wiggling her ass and letting the marble floor announce her arrival, thanks to the distinct clicking of her heels.

Patricia thought about the consequences, and they didn’t just excite her, they pushed her to do it. And so, she pressed her neighbor’s doorbell, striking the sexiest pose and putting on a face that no real man could ignore.

“Hello, Cutie,” she said as the door opened, making her voice sound as playful as she could, and she saw the familiar face of the thug, with the build of an ex-con, who was their neighbor. “I've been such a careless slut, because I've lost my lucky panties… you haven't seen them, have you…?”

“Well, well, well, look who we have here,” her neighbor said, relaxing his expression. He examined her from head to toe and began to smile as Patrice spoke to him, but he only had eyes for her body.

And after a moment of staring at her, he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into his apartment, making Patrice realize that she had truly made a mistake.

“We were waiting for you. GUYS, WE’VE GOT THE SLUT HERE! WHO’S GONNA TRY OUT OUR NEW MERCHANDISE?”

to be continued...