Sexy Grimace Costume Novels & Stories

She looked up and a grin found its way on her face. "You know if I was mad at you I could have you kicked out of here in the most insulting way," said Eden, smirking at Grace leaning against her glass doorframe. Her blond hair was cut short into a pixie cut and dyed orange at the ends. She was wearing a white tank top, black leather jacket and jeans, paired with combat boots. "But I haven't given you any reason to be mad at me, right?" Grace asked innocently, batting her eyelashes at Eden and pouting like a kid.

"C'mon, princess. Your client's here and he's already got a bottle of Cristal on ice waiting." I shot him a deadly glare and drew in a steadying breath before putting on the glittery masquerade-style mask that covered the upper half of my face. At least my identity would be concealed from whatever sleazebag Gio had lined up. “And smileeee, I didn't hire a statue for a stripper so don't make me think otherwise” he added, I scoffed and shot him my signature Halloween smile. The nerves he has to try to patronize me seconds after manhandling me.

“Sip it slow, baby.” “You know,” Adam said, raising a brow behind his devil mask, “I’ve never seen you this dressed up.” I looked down at my outfit. The shimmering black skirt barely skimmed mid-thigh, and the lace crop top clung to every curve. The half-mask glittered like secrets across my cheekbones. “Yeah, well,” I said. “It’s not every night I let you idiots drag me to a club where the dress code is basically ‘stripper but make it couture.’”

Images of Quinn’s weakened body flooded my mind as I drifted to sleep that night. ** Finally, the big night arrived. I stood in front of the mirror at the Veiled Vixen, adjusting the last details of my costume. I was wearing a black lace lingerie set that clung to my body like a second skin. The intricate lace patterns danced over my curves, barely covering half of my ass but thankfully, it was enough to cover my chest. Around my neck, I wore a sleek leather choker that resembled a cat collar. It hugged my throat snugly, a reminder that tonight, I was nothing but a walking fantasy of men. The other escorts were buzzing with excitement energy, I was probably the only one who was a bit nervous

"But how are we going to know when he's drooling?" "He's masked," We chorused and burst into laughter. We laughed so hard until tears streamed down my eyes, fortunately, most of the make-up products that Guilia used on me were water-proof. After the laughter died down, I scanned myself once again and indeed I looked gorgeous. The strapless black satin dress that had a deep cowl neckline fitted me so well together with the drawstrings at both sides of my thighs that gave off a slutty appearance. A huge portion of my cleavages were exposed and my thighs too, but that was what I aimed for; looking tarty tonight.

Grace could see the smile on his face even behind the black mask he was putting on; his skin was filled with so much scary tattoo, not just that he was really looking so rough and brutal. “I am very sure the bitch is ready for us; let's get started for what we are here and get out of this damn place.” The other man said with his hands on his thick black belt, he was trying to get rid of it. “Let me be! Free me! Let me go! These freaking scumbags.” Grace sneered; she really didn't care if they would shoot her or not. She would rather die than let them have her, the freaking stinky things.

Even if I wish it wasn’t under these circumstances, it’s nice to be back at my best friend’s side again. An hour later, I’ve tried on dozens of costumes, but I’m certain that I’ve finally found the one. Jean seems to think so too considering her eyes immediately light up as I come out of the dressing room, giving her a ridiculous pose. I’m wearing an all-black, sexy kitten costume - which is more like a glorified negligee with cat ears and a tail. But the fishnet tights make my legs look long and irresistable. “You have to get that,” Jean tells me. “I’ll even buy it for you.”

The thought also made her chuckle. "Just a minute," after hearing some ruffling from the room, the door finally opened and Grace appeared in her glory to shock all her spectators for the night with her beauty and elegance. She wore a plain spaghetti strap gown with a slit running down her right thigh to her feet. The color was somewhere between blood red to maroon and did look flawless on her skin. "Wow, beautiful. Someone has some plans to make people fall on her feet tonight," Macy wriggled her eyebrows at her.

I pulled on my costume, which consisted of a short, sleeveless pink leopard print dress, cat ears, and pink fishnets. "Oh my gosh!" Ellie giggled. "That's freaking fabulous!" I laughed. "Thanks!" I did my make-up next. I wore dark gray eyeshadow, heavy black eyeliner that flared out at the edges of my eyes, and eyeliner whiskers. Ellie studied me when I finished. "Wow… you look so different. You look… sexy." "Really!?" I beamed at her. "Fuckin' A!" "Do I look like a nurse?"

Grace who had just witnessed him embarrass himself in front of her smiling like he got his favorite candy made her think whether she married psycho or what. “ can you for god sake stop smiling! It looks creepy” Even though it was a huge lie because Grace found herself felling into that sexy smile but to Shade…….well his smile fell the moment he heard that Grace felt uncomfortable. “ sorry I didn’t mean to scare you…..umm if you feel uncomfortable I would leave” with that said Shade quickly turned to leave “ stop! Stop! Stop!”