Darla

I was in the back room looking for a particular fabric when I heard the door open and close. Seconds later, there were loud moans coming from the main work area, so I dropped everything to check it out. There, splayed out like a Lesbian Gourmet Meal, was our lover, Pam, with Melanie's face buried deep between her open thighs. Moving quickly in their direction, I knelt down to kiss her while quickly opening her perfectly fitted blouse.

Five buttons later, Pam's tits were exposed to my suckling mouth and groping hands. She was the ultimate play-toy, because we knew that she loved every minute and that soon enough she would be giving as good as she got. Just the thought of having her gnawing on my oversized labia had my panties soaked through in no time at all. And as much fun as I was having kissing her lips and nips, I needed her mouth on me badly.

Backing away for just a second, I removed my dress and panties, hiked a leg up on the far side of the chair she was sitting on, and pressed my open cunt against her face. Pam went at me like an animal, gripping my buttocks with both hands and stuffing her tongue deep within me. Fucking me relentlessly with her oral appendage brought on my first peak very quickly. I screamed when it hit me and my legs shook, but Pam didn't even pause as Melanie gave her another, too.

After my second orgasm, I moved away while Melamie pulled Pam onto the floor before promptly sitting on her face. A couple of climaxes later, Melanie was sated as we all three simply lay there collecting ourselves.

"So, that was fucking amazing," Pam spouted while buttoning her shirt.

"Yes, it was," I added after pulling my dress back on.

Once we were all on our feet and not swaying too badly, Pam inquired, "So what do you two sexy old ladies have designed for my slutting around the park?"

"Go get our latest ideas, Melanie, since you came up with them," I submitted.

While Melanie was in the back room, I said, "I think that we're running low on ideas that are actually allowed legally, but I was reminded of a promotion that we did back in the summer for a local business. It didn't really take off here, but it might be a great idea for you and your nighttime prowling."

"What's that?" Pam queried.

"Body painting!" Melanie shouted from the back room, then added, "I just remembered that while you were talking about it, Darla,"

"Melanie actually had it done, so I'll let her tell you all about it."

Melanie

"Have you heard about this, Pam?"

"I vaguely remember seeing a TV show about it once, I think, but remind me," Pam replied.

"Okay, so you strip down to just a thong or modesty patch for the process, and you decide on a top and bottom to 'wear.' I have seen it done with the thong, or completely nude, which would work better for you. Anyway, they draw an outline and then put a white basecoat of primer first. Once that's dried, then they start with the different colors, even painting between your glutes, and in your case, on your labia as well. It's the shading they use that makes it look so real, but all along you're still naked."

"Here, I found a few pictures on my phone. See what you think," Darla offered while handing me her phone.

"Do you still have a contact number for these people?" Pam asked.

"Yes, I do. Do you want me to call them and see if they can stop by?"

"Pleassseee," Pam begged.

I went back to my desk and found the body art company's card and gave Samantha, the owner, a call. After a few minutes of explaining what we were looking for, Samantha agreed to come by on Saturday around noon with her kit to show us what she could do.

"Okay, you're all set for tomorrow at noon, so don't be late..."

Pam bounded my way before I was finished and kissed me wildly as her hands roamed all the best places. After a minute or two of enjoying her attention, I finally pulled my face from hers to tell her the rest.

"She said to make sure you do a close shave and exfoliate the areas to be painted. Apparently, it helps the basecoat adhere better, which helps keep the design on much longer. And in your case, with all the hands that you'll have all over you, it would be really important. Samantha also added that it is a time-consuming process, for even the simplest of designs, so be prepared to be standing and naked for at least an hour, maybe two."

"Sounds a bit boring, but who knows what will happen with someone so close to my girly parts," Pam quipped before kissing me again.

"Alright, you two sluts, let's get on with showing you our latest ideas," Darla suggested.

Pam

Melanie brought out the first set, which was basically what I wore last night, but with much larger netting. Think macrame bikinis, where the holes were definitely much larger, at least a quarter of an inch, but the material itself was also thicker, so it was sturdier. The top was fashioned exactly like a string bikini, so there would be much more flesh to touch, and it would be easier to remove. Holding it in my hand, I found the material to be very soft, almost like Cashmere.

Without further thought, I slipped off my skirt and then pulled the bottoms slowly up my legs. The feeling was amazing as I rubbed across them. I'd never felt anything so soft against my skin, and they were in my favorite color, fire-engine red. Plus, the back slipped between my glutes just like the others and rubbed wonderfully against my sensitive pucker.

"Oh, I love these! Did either of you try them on? They are amazingly soft!"

"Let me feel!" they both said at the same time as they moved in and made me the meat in a slut sandwich. My top was quickly removed again as their hands continually rubbed the soft bikini bottoms, front and back.

Grabbing the top, Darla, who had been petting my ass, wrapped it around my breasts and held it in place with both hands, while mauling my tits.

"Damn! Melanie, you have to feel this material on her breasts, it's amazingly soft, just like her," Darla breathed while humping my ass like she had a cock inside me.

It seemed that Darla had raised her dress and slipped off her panties again before rubbing her hot pussy against the material on my buttocks. Melanie took over the squeezing of my covered breasts, while Darla's hands moved lower to cup and finger me through the gaps in the soft material, while humping me even more vigorously from behind. Less than a minute later, we were both cumming from her efforts and coating the bottoms in our individual fluids.

"Oh, wow," Darla purred as she moved backward and sat on a chair, totally exhausted.

Meanwhile, Melanie and I kissed and cooed as she continued fondling my breasts, and I did the same to hers.

Breaking away, Melanie murmured, "You know I'd love to do this all day, but we have one more idea to show you, and all of us have work to do."

Melanie walked back to her desk and returned with bikini-style bottoms made out of a nearly clear micro-mesh fabric that, when worn, looked like there was nothing there at all. It seemed like it was made with a clear super-thin fishing line. I removed the soft ones that I was wearing before pulling them on. Of course, the waist and leg seams were visible, due to their thickness, and there was the seam out front that hid most of my labia. But, other than that is looked like I was wearing nothing, although it was not nearly as comfortable as the prior bottoms.

"Well, they're not very comfortable. However, I think that they'll be an easy cleanup since they seem waterproof. They are very see-through as well, aren't they?" I queried the ladies while turning about in front of the mirrors.

"Yes, they are! They just make me want you even more," Darla growled. "Try on the top, too," she added.

I pulled on the top and tied the top string while Melanie did the lower one. Turning toward the mirror, my silver-dollar-sized areolae were very obvious around the small slot for my nipples to poke through.

"Well, ladies, this one looks like it might be a step too far unless it's pitch black outside. I'm not so concerned about inside the houses, but this could cause the company a problem if someone complained. I may as well be walking around naked, especially in the light of day," I said hesitantly while glancing in the mirrors.

"Shall we call Kim and see what she thinks?" Darla suggested as she re-dressed?"

"Yes, I think that is a good idea," Melanie agreed.

"Alright, let's see what she thinks," I conceded.

While Melanie made the call, I adjusted the outfit a little, trying to get more coverage from the nearly invisible mesh. The more I played with it, the more I realized just how sexy it was, which got my hot little motor warmed up all over again.

"She said she'll be right down and is bringing a few others for their impartial thoughts," Melanie told us after hanging up.

Now in tailor mode, Darla moved in close and adjusted the fit by pulling it here and there. All that did was get me even hotter as I was trying to cool down with the crowd coming to assess my outfit.

"Please hand me a towel real quick, Darla. All your tinkering has me leaking, and I'd rather the others not see that."

Darla and Melanie both moved toward my front and back to dab at my nectar as it ran from between my thighs and then held the rags in place to sop up the latest bits right at the source. Just as they pulled them away, we heard a knock at the door.

"Come on in," I yelled as the ladies tossed their cum-laden rags and moved to either side of me.

Kim

I was in a meeting with a dozen of the newest recruits for park marketing when Melanie called me with their little conundrum. So I figured, why not get varied opinions from guys and gals who would be helping us advertise the horror houses for the next month and a half? They may as well know now about our most successful in-your-face advertising this season and the woman behind it all.

After knocking and hearing Pam telling us to enter, I led my hoard into what was a very small space for the numbers that I'd brought.

"Ladies, would you mind backing up a little? I didn't really think this through very well, bringing all these folks here at once," I offered, a bit embarrassed.

Once Darla, Pam, and Melanie moved back several feet, I got everyone inside enough to shut the door and get a good look at Pam's outfit.

"Okay, Ladies and Gentlemen, the head of our on-the-ground advertising for the Scaredy Slut division is Pam, who is front and center in her most daring outfit to date. It, like several of the others, was designed by the Ladies at her sides, Darla and Melanie. As some of you may know already, Pam has been wandering the houses for the last week, showing off her sublime figure and sharing it with some of our employees and guests to spread the word about the Scaredy Sluts. "Now the question before us is, have they gone too far with this outfit? What are your thoughts, Pam?"

"Hello all. I find its near invisibility to be over the line for daytime use. So, if it were to be worn at all, I think I would have to restrict it to the darker houses and after sundown. What are your thoughts?" Pam replied.

"Can everyone see Pam okay?"

After hearing a few no's, I said, "Okay, let's move into a circle formation with Pam moving forward a little so that everyone can get a good look."

As everyone moved about, we finally settled into a fairly small circle where everyone was within arm's length of Pam, at the center.

"Okay, Pam, could you please turn around slowly so that everyone can get a good look at your outfit before we make a decision. Thank you."

Pam

So there I was in the middle of a crowd of over a dozen men and women, much like last night in the house with Ellie. Although this time I was all but nude in this outfit, much like Ellie had been after I stripped her in the darkness of the werewolf house. Presently, I was displayed in the bright fluorescent lighting, with almost nothing hidden, and it was ramping me up very quickly. There was a good bit of chatter and mumbling while I slowly turned and gazed into the eyes of each of them as they gawked.

One of the women requested, "Can you stop please?" as she leaned in to look closely at my breasts, while asking, May I touch the material?"

"Surrre," I rumbled, my voice sounding much deeper than it had been just a minute before. I think it was clear to most everyone that their stares were affecting me on a sexual level.

Everyone from her side of the circle leaned in closer as her fingertip traversed the material on the inside of my left boob. Instantly, goosebumps rose across my skin, while my nipple grew, poking out from behind its slotted cover. Less than six inches from my breasts, the warmth from her open lips only added to my excitement.

"It feels like really thin fishing line," the young woman offered before seeing my nipple push its way through the white cotton slot. "Oh, my," she added.

Just then, another woman inquired, "Do you mind if I feel it too?"

After a slight nod of my head, she was touching the material outside of my right tit, and that nipple quickly emerged as well. A couple more of the group asked about touching the material as well, and soon there were hands all over me, and not just on the outfit.

"Maybe it's time to give Pam a break and head back to work," Kim uttered in an attempt to move the group away, while knowing all along just how much I loved all the attention.

One of the guys, who was on his knees, rubbing his fingers over my covered labia, rebutted, "But didn't you say that she loved to share herself with guests and employees alike?"

"She did, and I do, but for now, in this workspace, I think it's prudent that you all take a step back," I panted, clearly near the brink of orgasm.

Once they all backed up, I proposed, "If any of you would like some more up close and personal time, just find me out and about on any of the horror house nights, preferably in one of the darkened houses, where we can get away with a lot more amongst the crowds."

I saw more than a few knowing grins as Kim ushered them all out and back up to their offices. Turning back to my Ladies, Darla and Melanie, while removing the nearly clear top and bottom, I offered, "Well, I'm thinking that this one may be a bit over-the-line. What do you think?"

They both started laughing, and I joined in while putting my work clothes back on. While stuffing their latest incarnations into my backpack, Melanie inquired, "I thought you said those were too daring."

"Come on, Mel," Darla jumped in, "This is Pam, so you know that there is no such thing as too daring. She just needs to find the right place to wear our ultra-risque outfit to keep the company from receiving any backlash, and you know she will."

"Say, why didn't you let those Marketing young guns have a go at you?" Darla queried.

"I don't want them to think that they can just come up to me during the workday and bother me for sex."

"Really?" Melanie chuckled.

"Yeah, you love it when we play around here, right?" Darla infused somewhat questioningly.

"I do, absolutely! However, there were too many of them at once, and honestly, they seemed to have a bit of a pack mentality the way that they all jumped in so quickly. I love sex with strangers and non-strangers," I posed with a sexy grin and wink, "but they just seemed a bit too aggressive, jumping in like I was their company ho or something. I don't mind being a plaything, but it has to be because I want to be."

"I get that, for sure. They did have a bit of attitude, now that you mention it. So, where to next?" Melanie asked.

"Well, I've got to give Rachel a call. We are going to meet for lunch somewhere in the park before going out to view the two remaining houses that we haven't seen, before they open. We want to get a feel for what their lighting is like, so that we know what to wear. I mean, I certainly can't wear your clear outfit in a house that is too well lit, can I?"

"What houses do you have left to visit?" Darla inquired.

"Well, there is the latest scary clown house, which is probably slightly different from the first house I ever orgasmed in, due to that creepy, twisted bastard. After making me cum twice from his demonic frights, I had Dennis give him my panties before he took us backstage and ate me till I came all over his face. So that one should be good. Then there's one about oversized bugs, which may or may not do anything for me based on how menacing it is."

"Well, have fun," Melanie offered as both of my ladies came over to hug and kiss me goodbye.

"I will," I replied before walking out the door and calling Rachel.

"Hey, Girl, you up yet?"

"Yes, and I'm already in the park. Where are you now?" Rachel answered.

"Over by the coffee shop. What are you thinking for our late lunch?"

"There is a really good sandwich shop out of the way, so that we can eat light and talk without too many people around. I'll grab you, and we can walk there together," Rachel said just before wrapping her arm around me from behind.

I turned quickly, intent on kissing her lips, before thinking that it probably would be frowned upon by the management, especially for her. But, already moving toward that very thing, I paused with my forehead against hers and whispered, "I so want to kiss you right now, but don't want to get you into any sort of trouble."

Rebecca slipped her other arm around me and pulled me tighter before offering the lightest of pecks on my lips. Pulling back millimeters, she recalled, "This morning you were sucking my other lips until I exploded in a perfect climax. Do you think that I care what anyone thinks about us for even one second?" she posed before pressing her mouth against mine and giving me one hell of a toe-curling smooch.

"Now, let's go eat!" Rachel added while pulling me along by hand.

"Well... Okay, then," I breathed hard while she pulled me across the path toward the restaurant that she'd been speaking of.

For the rest of the day, Rachel held my hand no matter where we were or who we met. It was her way of letting me know that she was mine for as long as I needed and wanted her. Once we finished our late lunch, we meandered toward the bug house to scope out the layout and to see how dark it would be inside. They were pretty well ready to open and, in fact, had started giving the VIP preshows. Rachel and I were still in our work clothes when we walked up, and I showed them my ID.

"Would it be okay if we did an early walkthrough? I'd like to see if this would work for some of my newest members," I questioned Bernie, the house's manager.

"Listen, Pam, if you get my numbers up the way you did some of the other houses, you can do anything you want!" Bernie replied excitedly.

"Well, then, let's see what you have to offer!"

Upon entering, we gathered that the story was about someone spraying something not quite off-the-shelf to kill off the bug infestation in the house. Clearly, they had mutated to human-sized freaks and were out to eat everyone in sight. It was a bit cheesy, but the lighting was such that I could wear just about anything I wanted while in here. Walking along, there were several people in realistic-looking bug costumes that moved up to us, mostly at ground level, to quickly scare us before withdrawing into large holes in the walls.

They did shock us a few times, and I nearly fell over while losing my balance. Had it not been for Rachel being so close and holding on so firmly, I surely would have at least dropped onto my butt. And that's when the idea hit me. There was no one else around when I pretended to drop to the floor from a scare. Winking at Rachel, she understood as I 'tried' to escape as the six-foot cockroach attacked. He, or she, grabbed my legs and pulled itself toward me as I lay there in fear, screaming like it might actually eat me.

The fear wasn't very real, but the idea of having bugs on me did get my motor running. When the bug climbed completely on top of me, I saw his face under the shell, not in the head as I would have assumed, covered in black makeup to hide it from view. He chittered and clicked, which really got me going, even though I quickly realized it was a looped soundtrack built into his costume. I gave him some ideas for later tonight, when we would return with more Scaredy Sluts.

Almost completely invisible under his large costume, I suggested the following. "Whenever you see me or any of the other Scaredy Sluts, I want you and your cohorts to come right at us and don't stop until you have us down on the ground, like this. Even if you have to crawl up on us to pull us down. And don't be afraid to get handsy while you do it. By the way, can you get your cock out while you're wearing this thing?" I asked while feeling around on my own.

"Yes, because we're just in a black long-sleeved t-shirt and black leggings with the bug shell strapped around our shoulders and waist. I'm Troy, nice to meet you, Pam," Troy answered.

Finding his cock, I gripped it through the skin-tight pants.

"Well, Troy, I want you to go backstage now and tell all the other bugs that the Scaredy Sluts will be invading your house tonight, and if they do a very good job of bringing the scares, we'll do an even better job of giving you all the pussy that you can handle. But first, turn around over top of me, cause I want to suck this thick piece of meat of yours."

Troy spun around slowly before I jerked down his stretchy pants and moved his hard dick into my mouth. He quickly pulled my thighs apart and reciprocated while we did our best to keep from making too much noise.

Rachel

I could hear Pam talking to the bug that was still chittering away after he'd moved to cover her fully. A minute later, he began to turn around, and I had an inkling of what was happening. I could hear the sound of oral sex when I saw some more people moving our way. Pretending to attack the bug, I swatted lightly against his back while yelling, "Get me some bug spray to kill the beast. He's eating my friend!" That's when a hand grabbed my thigh as I'd been kneeling next to them while they gorged on each other's private parts. I genuinely screeched at the sudden touch and jumped away, scaring the others, as well.

Pam

I knew that Rachel had taken to the fake assault on my cockroach because of others walking past, so I grabbed her leg to scare all of them just as Troy's cum started to fill my mouth and mine, his. We lay there twitching for a minute before I suggested, "Thanks for the orgasm, Troy. Now, go tell all the other bugs what I said."

"Thank you!" Troy yelled back much too loudly before crawling away.

Rachel helped me to my feet and asked, "So how was it, eating and getting eaten by a cockroach?"

"He was pretty damn good and had a nice-sized cock too."

"So, I gather that you instructed him in how to go about coming after us sluts?" Rachel teased.

"Yes, and I think that this will be an interesting house to visit for the rest of the season now that they know what to do."

Rachel

Moving forward into the depths of the house, I noticed several small plastic bugs on the walls and sporadically on the floor. When the next large bug emerged from a hole at the bottom of the wall, there were others near us. As the bug surged in our direction, the small crowd scattered, so it headed our way. Pinned us against the wall, with Pam behind me, the bug crawled to me, gripping my legs as it pulled itself onto my body. With the fake head nearing my face, I felt hands between my thighs.

At first, it was simply rubbing between my thighs, but after a quick pause to remove its gloves, I felt thin fingers slipping across my slick entrance and fingernails flicking my clit. I gathered that my bug was a girl, just as two of its digits filled my puss.

"Oh, you nasty bug, fingering me like that," I said just above a whisper while gripping the shell and spreading my legs to give her better access. Not knowing where the real head was exactly, I slipped a hand under the shell to feel about. Finding her head, I pulled her right in against my crotch as she added a third finger and ramped up her pace. When her tongue hit my clit, I spasmed and came all over her face, while holding her tightly against me.

After a minute, she pulled me downward until I was on my back, so that she could crawl up further. "Codie," she said just before letting me taste myself on her lips. I dug under her waistband and let my fingers fill her warm, wet crevice. With my thumb on her clit and two fingers slipping in and out of her pussy, she came very quickly, leaving my hand a sloppy mess of her nectar, which I quickly brought to my mouth.

"Next time turn around so that we can have a little sixty-nine time," I suggested while we shared her juices and sucked face. "Oh, and a thought to scare my friend Pam. Drop some of those small plastic bugs on her from above, it'll really creep her out."

Moments later, she skittered away, leaving me sated for the moment, but thinking about more. After Pam helped me up, I related that my bug was a girl and her name was Codie, and that she fingered and ate me very well.

Pam

Looking at my watch, I proposed, "So, now that we've got them trained, shall we go try to get a hold of some others to join us for the night?"

"Were you thinking about Ellie? Or did you have some other ladies in mind?" Rachel asked.

"Ellie would be good, since she's been in it already, but I was thinking about the ones that joined you in the werewolf house when I got held up in the shed. I think that I have one of their numbers..."

"Or, we could do a little recruiting the old-fashioned way?"

"Do you mean by flaunting our scantily clad bodies around the park?"

"Yes, I think we should try that for a little while, while wearing our custom-made Scaredy Slut attire with our logo prominently displayed," Rachel proposed while moving in close to kiss me.

After a slow warm smooch, I answered, "I guess this means that we should head to the nearest restroom, since we need to change and since we have had some pretty good luck finding other frisky women there."

Seconds later, we were inundated with hundreds of small bugs raining from above, just before a seven-foot praying mantis rounded the corner, only a few feet from us. Between the two sudden things, I was scared out of my wits and cumming hard, while holding Rachel firmly. The slow-moving, screeching, green monstrosity kept moving toward us as Rachel pulled me backward, inadvertently trapping us in a corner.

I was still shaking from the scare and my orgasm when he pressed one of his gnarly-looking green legs between mine and against my pussy. The combination of the shortness of my work skirt and Rachel's arms pulling me away left everything below my waist exposed. It was clear why he pursued us, I mean, what oversized insect wouldn't chase after a half-nude woman in his house?

He hooked one of his green forearms into my shirt and pulled it outward, popping open all of my buttons and exposing my tits in the process. Moving his big triangular head downward, I felt the actor's tongue slip out and tickle my nipples, while his left leg continued to rub against my cum-slick crotch. Even knowing that there was a real person underneath that amazingly detailed costume, I still felt panicked as he brought me closer to a second climax.

Rachel

Only minutes before, I'd mentioned to Codie about dropping some of their small fake bugs onto Pam to give her a scare. But even I was shocked at how quickly they got that set up and at the superb detail of their Praying Mantis costume as it quickly cornered both of us. Seeing its leg pressed between Pam's completely uncovered groin really turned me on. Then, as it slipped one of its folding claws under her shirt, I knew what its intentions were. Pulling outward slowly, I saw each button slip back through its slot until her entire upper body was laid bare.

I was getting hornier by the second, hearing Pam quickly escalating toward another orgasm. Wanting to help her along and play with her some too, I moved one hand to her crotch to work her swollen nub into a frenzy. Seeing the Mantis' tongue flicking her hard nipples, I upped the ante and rimmed her pucker with my free hand. Seconds later, while a crowd was ogling, Pam came hard all over the mantis's leg as he moved his tongue up her chest and into her neck, while she quivered and panted.

Pam

"Damn! You two made me cum really hard!" I expressed excitedly, then added, "Can you get your cock out while wearing this costume?" a little quieter since there were still looky-loos nearby.

"Unfortunately, no, but I can take off the bottoms fairly quickly if you want to follow me backstage for a few," the praying mantis offered.

"Show me the way," I mumbled in his ear while pulling my blouse closed as he began to back away. I felt Rachel pull my skirt back down to hide my hoochie before we followed him around the corner ahead and out of sight of the growing crowd. There was a small open area in the middle of the house for the actors to get something to drink and to use the restroom after shedding their costumes temporarily, but it was still pretty dark.

While the mantis shucked the bottom of his costume, I fished a couple of condoms out of my backpack. Then, opening my shirt, I jumped up on the table, pulled up my skirt, and spread my legs.

"Come get some, you big green bastard!" I said while eyeing up his cock as it came into view. It was of average size overall, but was clearly ready based on the surging veins and the leaking pre-cum. As he approached, I grabbed his stiff willy and slipped a condom on it before pulling it excitedly toward my eager puss.

As he energetically hammered away between my wanton thighs. I pulled his still costumed upper half to me and stared at his freakish head, while his forelegs and their spines rubbed across my rigid nipples. This was a new kind of turn-on for me. I had people in make-up and masks before, but they always looked at least partially human.

This thing, however, was something entirely different, and the more I stared at this creature, the hotter I got. I guess you could compare it to having sex with an alien, wondering what kind of appendage would fill you next. Either way, I was on a new kind of high that would be hard to top as I pulled his bug face to mine and sucked on his tongue while my legs wrapped around him and I convulsed in orgasm.

To be continued...