Pam

Steven only smiled as he slipped from my well-used pussy and slid gradually downward. He kissed and licked his way to my tits, nipping and licking them not too gently. Then, moving farther south, Steven's mouth found my wide-open labia and took to sucking on them. My hands quickly gripped his hair and held him tight while he pleasured my vagina with his tongue.

"Do you think that our combined cum tastes good together? I know that I do!"

"I think that every part of you tastes good!" Steven barked before swiping his tongue back and forth across my pucker, over and over.

"Oh, you dirty man! I love it so!" I squealed in delight.

"I'm glad that you think of me as a man. Even though I'm twenty, my mother still thinks of me as a kid sometimes," Steven replied happily.

"Anyone who can make me cum the way that you are about to is definitely a man!" I ranted as my orgasm hit and my thighs clenched his head tight.

Squirming about on Steven's penetrating tongue, I offered, "So, do you want to rip me a new ass with that fat fucking cock of yours?!"

"Is that where you want me next, in this delicious backdoor of yours?" Steven inquired.

"Yes, very much!" I pleaded.

"Do you have some lube handy?"

"Oh, I have sooo much lube! They give it to me with every packet that they pass out to the sluts. There are several single-serving ones in the drawer," I replied, while pointing at the nightstand behind him.

He rolled away and yanked open the drawer, clearly excited about getting into my ass. With a handful of the single-use packets, Steven moved my way, while I rolled onto my belly and spread my buttocks with both hands. Opening the first packet, Steven let it run down my crack until it pooled at my pucker. He moved a finger toward my backdoor, and it easily slipped inside.

"Mmmm," I purred softly before he added another. Holding me open by spreading his digits, Steven poured another container of lube straight into my colon. I could feel the slickness of the fluid gently fill my depths.

"How does that feel, my eager Anal Princess?" Steven questioned while pumping his two fingers in and out of my dark canal.

"So fucking good, but you'll need to open me up more than that if you want to fit that thick dick of yours inside my ass."

Steven

"I know, but I want you to enjoy every moment, pain-free," I replied while pouring a third pack of lube all over the rest of my hand. With all of my fingers well-oiled, I added a third to the mix, gradually stretching her anal ring wider and wider. All the while, Pam was grunting and moaning whorishly. I kept up the slow opening until all five fingers were comfortably entering and exiting her sexy ass.

When I thought she was ready, I inquired, "Do you want to ride me so that you can control the speed and depth?" as I gently removed my hand.

"Nooo," Pam growled. "I want you to take my ass the way you took my pussy earlier. Make it yours, because it is!"

I opened another lube pack and drizzled it all over my hard-on while it lay between her cheeks. She was still gaping, but it was closing fast, so I pressed the head against her dirty hole and leaned into it a little.

"Ohhh fuccckkk! It feels so good having you in me again," Pam wailed as she humped back up into me. "Give me all of it!" she begged while I pushed in a little deeper with each thrust.

Soon I was giving her every inch, and she was still pushing back for more as her thighs trembled with every push. It was clear that she was on the cusp of a monstrous peak, which finally consumed her. Then I pressed her hips to the bed and gave her what she wanted, a good, hard ass-fucking. Her face hit the pillow, and she screamed while her body convulsed wildly.

Remembering what she said about taking her the way I did before, I began focusing on the feel of her rectum gripping my cock so firmly as it slid in and out with well-oiled ease. At this point, I was smacking my pelvis into her perfect buttocks while trying my best not to cum too quickly. Pam was still shaking, clearly still in the throes of her climax as I quickly neared mine.

"Give it to me, Lover!" she roared hoarsely as I felt my cock expand and my balls begin to boil over.

Spilling my seed into her warmth was like nirvana. I knew that we'd never really be a thing, not in the married-with-kids kinda way, but Goddd, I fucking loved her. Slumping down onto Pam as my strength left me was the best of all. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tight against me before rolling us both onto our sides as I kissed every inch of her neck.

"Don't pull it out," she cried while softly clenching my slowly deflating hard-on. "You feel so good inside me. I just want to keep your perfect cock in me all of the time. Do you think that we can arrange that?"

"For you, anything," I answered, knowing instinctively that that was what she needed to hear. I cuddled her up even closer and held Pam tightly as we both slowly drifted off to sleep.

oO0Oo

Pam

Waking in the morning, I was in the middle of a delightful sandwich, with Steven behind me and Rachel in front of me. My arms were wrapped around her and cupped her breasts, while Steven had done the same to me. I kissed her neck, the way that Steven had kissed mine while gently caressing her soft breasts. I immediately remembered that it was Sunday and I was off the whole day.

With that in mind, I kept up my delicate kisses and petting of Rachel, while squirming against Steven's growing penis, even though I was very tender down in my groin. My right hand slowly traced Rachel's taut abs to find her hairless puss, wet and ready. Wanting to taste her yummy nectar, I slipped my middle finger right inside her slick pussy before pulling it back to my mouth.

Rachel stirred from my quick in and out and cooed, "More," so I slipped my finger in again. This time her hand clamped down on mine and held my digit firmly within her moist tunnel.

"Add another," she murmured, clearly still mostly asleep.

So I added a second and then a third while rolling and pulling on her nipples. I was pumping my fingers into her as she pleaded, "Make me cum, Baby," still almost in a dream state.

While I was bringing Rachel to her first orgasm of the morning, Steven was pumping his very stiff prick between my buttocks, clearly looking for a place to bury it fully. That's when I whispered in Rachel's ear, while licking her lobe, "Would you like to have Steven's thick, hard cock inside your sweet little muff?"

"Yes, pleassse," Rachel whispered back, while I continued to gnaw on her neck.

"Did you hear that, Steven?" I said while turning my head back toward him.

"Yes, I'm getting a condom right now," he replied while rolling back and grabbing one off the nightstand. Once he rolled it down his purple shaft, I sat up and moved out from between them, before lying down in front of Rachel. She pulled me in closely, and we kissed lovingly as Steve moved in close behind her. I raised her thigh to give him better access, locking my elbow under her knee to hold it high in the air.

Rachel and I both watched as Steven's hard-on began parting her slick labia a little more with each gentle thrust. Rachel's eyes closed as she moaned appreciatively from the fucking that Steven was giving her. I benefited the most from her joy as she locked her lips on mine and kissed me so wantonly. We held each other's faces tight as our lips and tongues made love so sensuously. Wanting her to feel even more, I began rubbing her hard pearl in small circles until she climaxed enthusiastically, while holding me tight to her.

Steven paused as she spasmed around his buried prick while he kissed her neck and groped her breasts. Rachel and I continued to kiss while I traced the outline of his cock and her labia together. With Rachel beginning to recover, Steven started moving inside her once again. He must have been close when she came, and he stopped, because he was already panting the way he did when he was close to cumming.

"He's close, Baby. Do you want it slow and easy or fast and hard before he blows his load?" I asked Rachel.

"Fast and hard! Give me all you got, Steven!" she yelled as he did just that. His movements quickly accelerated until he was smacking her ass hard with his pelvis.

In less than a minute, they were both yelling, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming."

With one last thrust, Steven held Rachel close as we shared a three-way kiss with arms and legs intertwined. The aftermath saw me sliding down Rachel's belly, as Steven's softening prick was gently removed. I dined on her open cunt, while pulling the condom from his cock and sucking it as well. It was the best of both worlds, having each of their ejaculations to taste at the same time. While I was doing my thing, the two of them got a little closer, kissing and caressing each other.

With both of them cleaned up, I slipped from the bed and made my way into the bathroom, where I started a hot bath. Then, shuffling into the kitchen, I started some coffee and grabbed some mugs. As the coffee brewed, I looked in on the two of them, and they were still enjoying their cuddling. With the tub nearing midway, I added some salts to help heal my nether-regions before shutting it off after they dissolved. Slipping into the water, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth.

I must have dozed off, but not for very long before Rachel set a cup of coffee near me on the edge and slipped in herself right next to me. I sipped my coffee before we kissed, and her hands found my breasts.

"Thank you so much for sharing your wonderful lover with me. His cock felt so good first thing in the morning and was exactly what I needed," Rachel whispered.

"He's not just my lover, are you, Steven?"

"Obviously not, since I've been with both of you more than once and I do love it so," he replied.

"And you have to know by now that I share everything with you. Hell, you've even been with Dennis, and there are not too many women who can say that," I offered as my hand found her recently fucked pussy and cupped it while adding, "But this pussy is mine, just like mine is yours."

"Well, I have to get going, ladies. One of us has to work today even if I'm not wearing a costume."

"Will you be stopping by to see us again tonight?" Rachel asked, while moving her hand to my pussy under the water.

"I'll come by whenever you two want me," Steven replied with a smile on his lips as he exited the bathroom and then the hotel room.

"Well, what do you want to do today, other than laundry?" I inquired before kissing Rachel.

"Mmmm, I can think of a few things, you naughty little slut," she answered while squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples.

"So, why didn't you let Steven fuck you this morning? Did he break your pussy last night?"

"Not only my pussy, but my ass too," I responded while pulling on her nips.

"Do they both need a good licking to make them feel better?"

"Oh, that would feel so nice. But can it wait a little longer? This warm bath feels so good."

"Yeah, it can wait. We have all day, don't we?"

"Mmmm," I exhaled while she continued to play with my tits and kiss my lips. I was feeling quite happy having such an attentive lover who seemed so eager to please me.

Rachel

Pam was right when she said that she shared everything with me. She was the first lover that I had, who I truly believed when she said that she loved me. That's what made it that much better between us, since she was the first that I genuinely loved. Our age difference didn't matter to me at all. I just wanted to be with her and please her in any way possible. I continued to kiss her softly while palming her breasts as I moved on top of her, tangling my legs around hers and pressing my hip into her crotch.

"Okay, gorgeous, let's get out of the tub so that you can take care of my sore pussy and ass," Pam said with a smile.

"I hope you know that I would do anything to make you feel better."

"I do," she replied with another kiss.

"Well, I also hope that you know just how much I love you, because I really do."

"I know," Pam answered while wrapping her arms around me and pulling me in close while kissing me harder.

"Hey, do you think it's too early to give Dennis a call? I'd love to hear his thoughts on our wild night having our way with you."

"He should be up and about; let's give him a try," Pam replied.

Pam

We did a video call once we were back in bed, using the rig that Rachel had set up last night, with her phone mounted up high and linked to the television. With Dennis larger than life up on the TV, we snuggled up close. Dennis answered, with his phone propped up, showing him sitting on the back porch sipping his coffee and sorting through some paperwork.

"Hi, Baby! How are you doing after your night of bondage? Did you two ever leave the bed?" he asked with a big smile while ogling our nudity as we snuggled up close.

"Well, as you can see, I'm cuddled up naked with my favorite girl, and we're both wishing you were here with us."

"Yes, we are!" Rachel added excitedly.

"Well, it's funny that you mentioned that because right now I'm filling out all sorts of paperwork to make the move to Florida. It seems that my company has a small office down there and they really don't want to lose me, so they are offering me a lateral move to that office," Dennis related.

"Woohooo!" both Rachel and I screeched aloud.

"Well, that's the kind of response I was hoping for. Oh, by the way, the company has also hooked us up with a realtor down there to aid us in finding a house. I'll text you her info so that you can get started looking at what is on the market. That way, I can work on getting this one sold," Dennis told us both as we teased him by petting each other softly.

"That sounds good. I'll get in touch with her right away. Will she know our budget, so that we don't waste time looking at things we can't afford?"

"Yes, she knows what we're asking for our house up here, and since it's paid off, all of that can go toward the new place. But, obviously, things are more expensive there than here. We'll probably be downsizing quite a bit, so don't get crazy with your house shopping."

"Yes, Dear!" I replied in a mock stern voice.

"Hey, on the lighter side, I woke up in the middle of the night with an idea for you that maybe you hadn't done or thought about just yet," Dennis posed.

"Oh yeah! What is it?" I asked excitedly.

"I think that you should dress as one of the zombies and wander the house with them, but while wearing very tattered and torn clothing that would show off far too much up close or from the right angle. Imagine a snug-fitting sweater, a knee-length shirt, and strappy sandals, but all of it ripped and mangled from your running away and hiding prior to being turned. Plus, from attacking others and the fighting that must go on between the hungry flesh-eaters," Dennis explained.

"Oh my goddd!" Rachel and I both screamed.

"You are a genius, Honey!" I added as Rachel and I quickly sat up and began tossing ideas back and forth.

"Okay, I see that you've got your minds running with that, so I'll leave you to it. Just don't forget to send me some pics for your debut tomorrow night," Dennis added.

"Love you, Honey!" I screeched.

Rachel added, "Me too!"

"Love you both and happy hunting," Dennis replied before cutting off the connection and leaving us jabbering like two fools, as ideas were thrown out about where to get the items, how to mangle them, and who to talk to about getting in the show.

After getting dressed, we headed for the local low-cost clothing store to sort through the racks for something inexpensive to experiment with. An hour or so later, with two big bags of stuff in the car, I called Darla and Melanie to get their advice on how to get the look we were going for. They suggested that we stop by their place, so they could help us based on the types of fabrics that we'd chosen. Apparently, not all material reacts the same to cuts and tears.

In choosing our outfits, we wanted them to be something that an office worker might be wearing when everything went to hell. Having the expertise of Darla and Melanie boosted our confidence as I called Kim to see if Dennis' idea could actually become reality. Once we'd conveyed the gist of it all, we let her off the phone to do her thing in getting us set up with the zombie house manager.

Melanie

Once Pam and Rachel arrived, we all hugged before settling down in our living room to go through their purchases.

"Why don't you each find something that you like and change into it so that we can all get an idea of how to destroy it for you properly."

"So, our thought process was that we were at work when the zombies attacked. That led us to pick what we did, assuming we were office workers. I thought a blouse and a knee-length skirt with three-inch heels initially, so I'll put that on. We'll figure out how to mangle it all based on running for our lives for maybe hours or days, before being killed and reanimated," Pam thought out loud.

Pulling out a sundress and some strappy sandals, Rachel offered, "This was what I thought I might be wearing."

"Did you girls think to grab undergarments as well?" Darla questioned.

"Oh, crap! I didn't because I haven't worn any since I got down here," Pam said.

"Actually, I did. I got a couple of cheap regular bras and some sports bras, as well as some g-string panties, since that's pretty much all I wear when I wear anything," Rachel added.

"Well, with an ass like yours, g-strings are the most you should wear," I said while leering at her perfect twenty-something keister as she undressed to put on her zombie attire.

Rachel smiled back, knowing that I had been watching. All our eyes quickly turned to Pam as she stood there naked and bent over at the waist, while trying to decide which undergarments to don. It was clear from my view that she'd taken on some anal recently, given the way her pucker was still slightly swollen.

"Did you let your beer-can-cock boy have your ass last night?" I teased before stepping closer and lightly swiping across her damaged goods.

Pam shivered at my touch before responding, "Yeah, and it was perfection."

"So, pick something out already and quit teasing us all."

Pam finally pulled out a blue blouse and skirt along with a regular bra and a g-string from Rachel's pack of undies. She also found some black heels to go with it all. We all watched with glee as Pam slid on her heels while still naked, which spread her thighs open deliciously. Once they were on, she added the bra, blouse, and skirt.

Standing up, Pam said, "Alright, let's get started!"

Darla

"Pam, darling, you didn't put on any panties. Are you allergic? I teased.

"I think so," Pam replied with that sexy smirk of hers.

"Alright, we'll assume that they were torn off during your journey to becoming a zombie."

"Or, that you were just a common trollop even before being turned into a zombie slut," Rachel injected while cupping Pam's puss through her skirt.

"Yeah, that," Pam replied before pulling Rachel's face to hers for a long sensual kiss.

"Alright, I hate to break you two lovebirds apart, but Melanie and I need to get working on this if you want these ready for tomorrow night."

"Okay," Pam mumbled softly with her lips still mostly attached to Rachel's. She slowly backed away, but kept their faces fastened together, which made her look kinda like a cartoon character the way she was bent at her waist. Melanie and I just giggled at the sight for a moment before Rachel and Pam joined our reverie.

With them finally spaced apart, Melanie and I got to work, cutting and tearing their outfits. Melanie was working on Pam, so it was easy for her, since we all knew that she'd walk in there stark naked if the company would allow her. So I had Rachel and was trying to be a little more conservative with my approach, especially since she was really only wearing one thing, the dress.

I tried to picture her attack and continued battles with the other zombies and imagined what that would do to her clothes. Then there was the makeup, which was out of Melanie's and my range of expertise. But I knew several of the folks that worked in that department and knew that they were very capable, so I focused on what would be acceptable to the company and the house manager.

I looked over at Melanie as she scanned Pam's outfit the way I was doing Rachel's and knew that this was going to be fun. Melanie started on the sleeves of Pam's blouse. With a seam ripper in hand, she pulled out enough of the seam where the arm meets the shoulder to then grip it tightly and pull. We all watched as the cheap material pulled apart easily, leaving her shoulder exposed.

She stopped before pulling it all the way off, while stating out loud, but more to herself, "Let's see how the rest goes before taking too much off right away. Plus, it's got to be washed to really mess it up."

For the next twenty minutes or more, we worked on tearing and ripping the seams until no more were left to mess with. Standing back, we each circled the ladies like they were our prey while thinking out loud the way we always did while we were creating something. Pam and Rachel even joined in with their thoughts as they too looked over each other's outfits, while adding their own insights.

With all of the ideas out there to consider, we got back to work making small cuts to allow us to rip the fabric. We wanted to eliminate much more of their clothing, to really tease. I grabbed the laptop and set it up where all of us could see and found a series of pics from the zombie house and set it to flip through them continuously every thirty seconds. That gave us an idea of what everyone else was wearing and how much they showed off.

Of course, most of their costumes were much more durable, since they had to stand up to nearly three months of wear and tear. None of them were nearly as sexy, as the women's outfits didn't even give flashes of much upper thigh. This meant that even only a little exposed leg and abdomen would be a real step up, but our girls weren't interested in only exposing a little.

Hell, it was clear from the start of this, with Pam opting out of wearing panties, that these two were professional exhibitionists. Our role as makers of their costumes was to keep them from showing off everything all the time. Allowing suggestive little flashes was the ultimate goal, while keeping them from getting the company in trouble. However, based on Pam's instructions to Melanie, I knew that was going to be nearly impossible.

Thinking quickly to avert overshortening of Pam's skirt, I reminded everyone, "Don't forget, the washing machine is going to mangle and shrink this stuff even more with all the damage that we've done to it, so let's try that before making the final cuts."

Everyone agreed, and the ladies removed their outfits for the wash.

Rachel

We all ogled Pam as she quickly removed her stuff, leaving on her heels to tinker with them. There she was on the floor with her legs open while she decided what to do with her shoes, completely oblivious to our stares. Melanie took the clothes to the washer for a quick rinse, to take care of the shrinkage, while Darla moved toward Pam and sat down on the floor next to her.

"What are you thinking?" Darla questioned while grabbing the foot that Pam wasn't staring at.

"Well, I'm fairly sure that the heels wouldn't have survived all that I've supposedly been through," Pam responded while breaking the heel off of the shoe she held.

I watched as Darla's focus moved from Pam's shoe to her gaped pussy. Her tongue split open her closed lips and moved between them from one side to the other. Without looking, Darla broke the heel of the shoe she was holding as spittle formed on her lower lip. Pam was still consumed with her shoe after a quick glance at Darla's handiwork. Obviously unable to contain her lust any longer, Darla pulled Pam's foot out of the way and leaned down to Pam's crotch.

Darla's hands quickly slithered around Pam's buttocks and pulled her in close before consuming her like a starved animal.

Pam's hands gripped Darla's head as she lay back and held her face close.

Pam

I don't know what came over Darla. One minute she was sitting with me and helping me with my shoes, and the next had her face between my open thighs, lapping at my pussy. Not that I was complaining, since it felt wonderful, but what brought all that on?

Rachel

As Melanie and I watched Darla's assault on Pam's teasing cunt, I noticed Pam's facial expression. She seemed genuinely surprised at Darla's actions, as if there was no reason for it. After a few seconds, though, her face changed to one of pure joy.

After she peeled a couple of orgasms from Pam's slick pubis, Darla finally moved back to a sitting position. Still leering at her cunt like she couldn't get enough, Darla was finally brought out of it by Melanie suggesting, "How about we get Pam some clothes to wear and grab something to eat while the washing machine does its thing?"

"That sounds good. Now that you mention it, I am rather hungry," Pam expressed.

We decided on a little cafe just around the corner from Darla and Melanie's house, just to make sure that Pam would actually get dressed. Before we left, Melanie tossed the clothes in the dryer to finish them off. Arriving at the restaurant, we grabbed a table outside, ordered, and then discussed how we thought tomorrow night might go.

"Well, I'm thinking that we'll get to play with both the other employees and the public at the same time, which will be fun as hell!" Pam said excitedly.

"I was thinking that if this works out with the two of us, we might get all the Scaredy Slut girls together and see about doing our own wandering hoard of slutty zombies. Maybe we could even meander all over the park in the evening hours. What do you think?"

"Damn, Rachel! That's a great idea. Let's see how tomorrow night goes, and if all is well, then I'll run it past management," Pam replied.

We enjoyed our food and chitchatted a while longer before finally leaving to see how the clothes came out. Once we were inside, Melanie went to grab the clothes while Pam and I removed the ones we were wearing. As Melanie appeared with what looked like a handful of mangled rags, I said, "Is that all that is left?"

'Wow! That may even be a little skimpy for me," Pam added, while snickering at her own ridiculous comment.

Darla piped in, "Oh, my!" as Melanie dropped them on the table and sorted through the tangle of string and pulled out the largest item, which turned out to be my dress. Gently stretching it out, it slowly grew to a more reasonable size in her hands. Once it was all pulled out, she trimmed a few of the longer bundles of strings and finally handed it to me. It was a tattered mess, but I slipped it over my head and pulled at the fabric to stretch it out as much as possible.

Melanie

With no underwear on, Rachel donned her frayed dress. All the cuts and shortening really did the trick as she stood there with about half of her tits and ass exposed, while barely covering her naked puss.

Rachel looked in the mirror and complimented me, "This is perfect. It's a snug fit and really looks like it's been mangled over time. Now we need to work on my sandals."

"Thank you, but it is a bit of a crap-shoot sometimes. Fortunately, it came out perfect, but from now on, just wash this by hand in cool water and hang up to dry, so that it doesn't shrink anymore. As for the sandals, I would just cut a few less necessary straps and rub them in the dirt really well," Melanie suggested.

Pam

There wasn't much of my outfit to start with, other than the blouse, so I was very interested to see how it came out. While we all watched Rachel put on her dress, Darla worked on untangling and de-stringing my clothes, too. Handing me the skirt first, it was knee-length to start with, and now it looked like a choppy mess that barely covered anything. Darla left some of the bigger bundles of string on the thing just so it would cover my crotch, the littlest bit. Turning away from the mirror, I saw the bottom third of my ass exposed intermittently, like Rachel's.

The bra didn't fare very well, so I left it aside while waiting for her to finish with the blouse. Once she was done ridding it of all the tangled thread, it turned out to be a crop-top. One sleeve was completely gone from the shoulder down, while the other made it almost to my elbow. My chest was covered on the right side, but the left barely made it past my nipple. The collar was also gone, with only one button still remaining, leaving as much to see looking down as looking up at my breasts.

This was a dream scenario for me, especially since I knew from looking at the zombie pics that the makeup would help hide things even better. Overall, we were both very pleased with the outcome. It was about that time that Kim called me back to tell me it was a go and where we needed to go tomorrow around noon for the makeup.

oO0Oo

Pam

The following day Rachel had the afternoon shift, which would allow her to go to the house with me that evening. She even set it up with her boss to allow her to work in her in her makeup as a hostess for the day. As a trade-off, she went in early to do all the prep work for the person taking her waitress position.

I met her at the restaurant and brought along our outfits. She was already finished with her prep work and was helping out with some restocking when I arrived. Once she saw me, she waved and offered, "Just give me a minute."

"No problem," I replied while ogling her in her tight little waitress outfit. There was just something about the way she moved and carried herself that got me all hot and bothered every time I saw her. Moving toward me, she caught me leering at her and grinned while moving my way in an exaggeratedly sexy manner.

As she neared me, she grabbed me around the waist, pulled me close, and placed her lips against mine. "I love the way you still lay eyes on me so wantonly, even though you've had me every way possible, over and over."

"Don't you worry, I'll never get tired of licking every inch of your tasty body or gawking at you like a teenage boy."

"Even after others have had their way with me?"

"Especially after that!" I purred before sucking her face as we stood outside of the restaurant.

Feeling my pussy begin to leak from our words and close contact, I figured that we ought to get walking before I had trails of my juices running down my thighs. It wasn't a long walk, and during that time, I never took my eyes off of her as she pulled me along like a love-struck puppy dog.

Finally reaching the makeup department, we told the lady who we were, and she pointed us in the right direction. Alan was to be our handler and in charge of our prosthetics. Then he would take us to our makeup person after he finished.

Alan

"Okay, ladies, why don't you change into your costumes first, so that I'll know what parts of you will be exposed enough for zombie prosthetics. You can use that room over there to change," Alan said while pointing across the warehouse of lighted cosmetic tables and boxes of props.

"Alan, did they tell you who we are?" Pam inquired.

"They told me you wanted to be zombies for the night and your names. Pam and Rachel, right?"

"That's correct, but we are more than that. Have you heard of the Scaredy Sluts?" Rachel asked.

"Of course. Who in this park hasn't? Why?"

"Because Pam here is the head of the Scaredy Slut department and the biggest slut of them all," Rachel added while eyeballing Pam up and down.

"Oh!"

"So, that means that we'll be wearing some rather sparse attire, and you may get glimpses of us that you don't see on your other clientele. Is that a problem for you?" Pam solicited.

"Not as long as it doesn't bother you to know that I've seen those parts of you, no."

"Okay then," Pam responded while scanning the area for others, as they brought out their costumes and quickly stripped down to their g-string panties, which didn't cover their crotches very well. Then there was the fact that their naked boobs jiggled about as they stripped, since they weren't wearing bras of any kind.

In short order, they were both dressed, if you could call it that, and standing before me looking hot as hell. Behaving as professional as possible under the circumstances, I moved around them each to see what was exposed. That way I knew which prosthetics would work out best, as I marked my body diagram pad for each of them.

"Okay, you two have a seat while I grab all the rubber scars, slashes, and marks that I need to really make you scary. Also, do you mind if I grab an assistant to help with the placement, since there are two of you?"

"No, not at all," Rachel replied as she held Pam's hand.

Rachel

After Alan walked away, I remarked, "You wore panties today?"

"Well, I didn't want to embarrass you by showing off all of myself to the new guy," Pam replied.

"Would you have worn them if it was just you coming to get made up?"

"Of course not, but I have to protect your reputation, since you're a young lady working for a big company like this," Pam countered.

"My reputation?" I balked while standing next to her with most of my boobs and half of my ass on display.

"Yes! You are a beautiful young woman amidst a sea of horny men, young and old, who would love nothing more than to use and abuse your perfect body for their own cumdump."

"You do see that I'm standing here with half of my ass and tits hanging out, right?"

"Yeah, I do," Pam responded as she moved closer and gripped my bare ass-cheeks with both hands while sucking an exposed nipple into her mouth.

"I don't think that guys are going to be my problem. I think that it's more likely to be hot Scaredy Sluts like yourself that will be my undoing," I breathed while wrapping my arms around her as she molested me in front of the approaching prosthetics people.

"Hello ladies," Alan yelled from about twenty feet away to get our attention.

We broke apart slowly and turned to face him and his assistant.

"Ladies, this is Billy, and he'll be helping me apply the prosthetics to your bodies. There will be times that we will be rather close to some of your more private areas, so please let us know right away if you feel at all uncomfortable with where and how we touch you. Are there any questions?" Alan asked.

"Nope, I think we've got it," Pam said with a smile.

"Good, then will each of you please sign the release," Alan replied while pushing a clipboard my way first.

I quickly scribbled my name before Alan flipped that page up and moved it toward Pam. She followed suit before he withdrew the clipboard and placed it on his desk.

"Just so you are aware, there are several cameras in this area to make sure that no one is abused while in our care. As the manager of this department, I will work on Pam, since she is in charge of hers, and Billy will take care of Rachel. If you ladies would hold on to these body sheets, as we call them, so that we can have them nearby for reference as we glue on the prosthetics," Alan offered.

The fellows went to work starting at our feet as Pam and I scanned the body sheets to see where some of this stuff would be going. As they applied the mock slices and scars with the cool glue, I whispered to Pam, "Is this turning you on as much as it is me?"

"You know it is. My g-string is already soaked from his hot breath on my legs," Pam mumbled in my ear.

Alan

I was applying some long pieces along Pam's calf while mere inches from her crotch as her juices began to leak through her inadequate panties. Beads of her essence pushed through her cotton g-string. Her aroma was intoxicating and had me stiff after attaching only the second mangled skin prosthetic.

"So, are you ladies going to be working the house with the other zombies?"

"Yes, we will be in the house doing some scares, some zombies, and probably some of the customers, as well. Why, were you thinking about attending?" Pam asked.

"Maybe. It has been a while since I walked through the houses. It might be nice to get a look at my work with the guests and get a feel for what they like."

"I'd be delighted to show you what they like and how it feels," Pam whispered back.

"What's next on your body sheet?" I inquired of Pam while trying to get my mind off of fucking her right there in the warehouse.

"It looks like I took an axe to the chest. Should I remove my top so that you can place the scar more easily?" Pam asked while popping the only button holding her top closed. As her tits came into view, I glued her chest piece into place with lips millimeters from her thick nipples, while my cock pulsed against my restrictive slacks.

Rachel

"Oh look, I got sliced across the ass. That would explain why my dress is so short in the back," I explained while showing my diagram to Pam after hearing her murmur something to Alan.

Billy

Rachel's body was amazing! As I went about gluing on the fake scars, I noticed that even her feet were perfect, which I had a personal fascination with. Moving up to the side of her thigh to attach a rather gnarly-looking piece, I got a really good look at her marvelous ass, since the bottom half was so wonderfully exposed. After attaching it, while hearing her mention the cut on her ass, I said, "Well, that one is next. Are you ready for it?"

"Very much so," Rachel purred while looking down at me. "Shall I raise my dress to give you better access?" she added quietly.

"That would be helpful," I responded after she'd already lifted it well past her waist.

"Will the g-string be a problem? Because I can remove that too," she cooed.

With her pucker in view due to the tiny string and her slightly spread legs, I was at a loss for words and just stared, unable to answer her. Probably assuming my lack of response meant that I agreed, Rachel released her dress, which stayed in place high on her hips. She then gripped the strings, lowered them in one quick motion, while I watched them fall to the floor and lie on those beautiful feet of hers. She quickly stepped out of them, leaving her legs ever farther apart as my eyes raised and found her smooth, slick pussy before me.

"I, uhhh... Yeah, that's... um good," I babbled before coating the prosthetic with glue and pressing it against her ass. Her buttocks clenched, turning hard as stone while her pussy dribbled her juices onto her panties lying on the floor below. Between leering at and smelling her tempting essence, I was once again unable to do anything, especially talk.

"Mmmm, that feels a little weird," Rachel offered while on and off squeezing her ass cheeks. She turned a little and looked at me before asking, "So, will you be joining Alan tonight walking through the zombie house?"

"Um, sure," I responded. Unable to say anything more, as my eyes once again locked on her tempting snatch. I quickly placed the last prosthetic on her other cheek before standing up with a raging hard-on and turning away to begin to clean up.

Pam

Alan exclaimed, "Okay, ladies, you are all set. Next stop are your makeup artists, Jan and Stacey. Please follow me."

With Alan's words in our ears, we found ourselves walking across the warehouse to Jan and Stacey. Once there, we were quickly introduced before Alan departed.

"So you are the famous Scaredy Sluts, are you?" Jan prodded with a flirtatious smile on her face.

To be continued...