Sexy Grimace Costume Novels & Stories

Jamie yells at a dark-haired girl dressed as Mulan who seems be trying to murder me with her death stare. “I think her boyfriend already is,” Grace says, pointing to a tall boy with his phone pointed at me. He doesn’t seem to have understood the fairy tale theme when he picked out his costume – he’s dressed as zombie Michael Jackson, which looks extra bizarre in light of him holding a brand new iPhone, the camera light flashing as he stares at me wide-eyed. His girlfriend notices and slaps the phone right out of his hand. As we walk by, she mutters something that sounds suspiciously like skank, but I couldn’t care less.

and not in a good way. The K.D. Lang lookalike glanced at my dress then looked me up and down. She had stark black hair cut in a short, boyish style. She was wearing a ruffled short-waisted jacket and tight black pants. Craggy Face stared at me unabashed. He really did look like a Vampire. He was whiter than even the whitest Vampire in the room. His hair was black and lank. It ran long over his shoulders and appeared to be dirty. He was tall and thin and dressed in a black satin duster that touched the floor, and beneath it he had on some scary dominatrix exposed-nipple-thing. He smiled then showed me the tip of a really long tongue.

Stripping her was definitely crossing the bottom line. “This isn’t fair! She can’t wear a drama costume!” Keisha gritted her teeth looking at the girl dressed in an all-in-one green bodysuit with the oversized cheerleading skirt and top strapped with a neatly tied bow keeping it in place. Her clothes were a bit comical; coupled with the flare of the uniform, it really did make her look like Peter pan. Unfortunately, the tights did outline her slim curved figure…. But compared to the alternative of exposing her actual skin…. This was a way better option for her and a crumble on the plastics’ parade.

" Rila, the MUA answered. “Masya Allah, is it because you make up the smart ones or you are really pretty Saz? You are so beautiful ”Sinta joked while hitting Saskia's back slowly. Saskia shook her head, confused about the treatment of three college friends who are now sitting snapping the camera on her cellphone, taking pictures of them with Saskia many times.

“You date a guy who dresses in black, has eyes that seem to glow in the dark and a presence that screams ‘domination’. Saying he has demonic energy isn’t offensive, it’s stating the obvious.” If only she knew how close to the truth she was. I took the hanger from her hands and examined the costume. It was all made in black and red lace, with a corset that pushed the breasts up and a short skirt that barely covered anything. The intimate part was completely open, a detail that made me involuntarily squeeze my thighs. It came with a headband of ornamental black horns, curved and shiny. “This is so wrong.” I murmured. “It’s so right.” Jess corrected. “And there’s more.”

Sabrina smirked, giving Gemma a side-eyed glance and biting the inside of her lip. Gemma was dressed in a beautiful green set of lace bra and panties. They didn't give her any support whatsoever - the bra was all lace, cupping over her bountiful breasts and just tugging them together enough to make a ridiculous amount of cleavage. Her areolas and nipples could be seen through the gaps in the lace. The panties were similar, hugging her mound. But the real surprise was the garter belt and the dark green stockings it was holding up. Gemma looked like a pornstar, or you guessed pornstars were supposed to look like this when they achieved the look properly.

Grace smiled naughtily. "Come on... It's just two seats. I know you can book whole theatre... Do it! I'll get ready till then..." She said with grin. "You are learning how to use my power..." He chuckled. She shrugged. "Ofcourse... Benefits of having mafia husband..." He smiled and called his secretary while Grace got ready. She was wearing knee Length grey dress and heels. She looked at Dominick who was wearing suit. "What are you doing?" She frowned. "Wearing clothes."

Vixen confirmed. "Jax did say they felt bigger. He can't keep his hands off." Raine smirked. "Ooh my man Smokey’s gonna cream his pants when he sees this getup." Sam grinned. Sam has on a black mini dress that is sleeveless. It just barely covers her boobs and butt. It’s skintight and hugs all her curves. "Look out Crash! Momma cummin' for you!" Vixen replied. Vixen has on skintight black jeans with cuts in them. Her tank is black that laces up the front.

“Maybe say thank you before stuffing your face.” “Thank you, my lady,” Maximus said with a grin, bowing mockingly. I looked at Lessia. She was still wearing the tight gold dress from last night. She looked like the kind of girl who could kill you with her heel and sleep soundly afterward. “So?” I asked with a smirk. “How did it feel being undercover as Karen the Sexy Assistant? Glamorous enough for you?” Everyone laughed, but Lessia barely smirked. “Yeah, if glamour means following a dress code where you’re not allowed to wear underwear.”

If that fucker was going to reject me, I’ll make sure that he’ll regret it until the day I kill him. “I’m in.” I said with a mischievous smirk plastered on my face. Just wait for what I have in store for you, De Luca. ****************** The vibrations of the bass and the smell of alcohol and sweat flooded my senses. As we walked into the dim lit club, necks were turning to look at my costume. I wore an outfit that left little to the imagination. It was a red laced body suit that was practically see through. I paired it with fishnet and thigh high Louboutins and threw on a black trench coat and left it open. I did a perfect smoky eye with winged eyeliner and topped off my look with matte red