Dear Jocelyn,
It was just supposed to be a unique costume. That is what we intended when we came up with the idea.
First, I should give you some background. My name is Tasha and I live in Detroit. I'm a junior in college and I also work on weekends at the local mall. My friend Paula and I hand plans to attend the Halloween festivities that would take place in the city on Saturday night. It was Friday night when we decided that we had better come up with a costume for the next night. We actually were under the false impression that we could rent something the day before the biggest party of the year.
After the third costume shop the frustration really set in. Paula and I aren't exactly what you'd call skinny. We are tall in stature, but I think it would be accurate to call us "pleasingly plump" On top of that, we are both quite large in the breast and butt department. I for one, have always had difficult finding clothes that fill well, especially blouses. I tend to just where sweatshirts and loose fitting jeans. Paula on the other hand, is a bit more adventurous, and has been known to wear clothes that are cut low and fit tight.
It was walking out of that last shop, where Paula came up with the absurd idea.
"Let's go as hookers," she said matter of factly.
"What?" I responded.
"Let's save all this trouble and money and just go as hookers tomorrow night. What can it hurt? After all, it won't cost much, and we can have fun with it too. If you need clothes, I have some short skirts and low-cut blouses you can borrow."
I thought about if for a second or two. It was unusual, but what the hell, why not. Who wants to spend all night searching for a costume that would probably set me back a hundred dollars or so.
"Okay, sounds easy to me" I said nonchalantly.
Little did I realize how "easy" would be the operative word the following night.
The next night arrived, and I found myself over at Paula's trying on some of her most provocative outfits. After every change of skirt and blouse, she was there to hand my another drink of some concoction her brother suggested. It tasted like strawberries and went down way too smooth. Before I knew it, we were giggling and walking around in just bras and panties mostly. I noticed that like myself, Paula had huge breasts and an ample ass. I caught her taking more than a casual glance at my almost naked body too. She had never seen my like this. Usually, I'm pretty well covered since it is difficult to find proper fitting attire, and my job in retail calls for a professional appearance.
By the time we had our last drink and made it to the front door, I couldn't believe my eyes. In my buzzed state, Paula had talked me into a leather skirt, garter with hose, and the biggest pair of four inch slut heels you can imagine. The shirt she gave me fit so tight, that my breasts almost spilled out the top. Paula looked equally as loose, only to outdo me with heavy makeup, teased hair, and some bright orange getup that emphasized her large shape even more than usual.
We got downtown and the place was wild. The city had outdone themselves in terms of turnout. And the costumes ranged from the outrageous, to the super expensive.
As we walked through the crowd I felt more than one hand squeeze at my large ass. We were pretty drunk by this time, so Paula began to get in character.
"If your gonna cop a feel, you gotta pay boys" she told on of the touchy men.
"How much?"
"A buck to grab her ass, two dollars for a kiss" she said.
I began to smile, thinking this was all a joke. Before I knew it, three guys started to dig in their wallets. The first one handed my five bucks and proceeded to pull me in his arms. Before I knew what hit me, he began to kiss me while reaching around to massage my ass through my skirt.
"Thanks" he said with a sly smile of contentment.
I smiled back and turned to talk to Paula. When I did I realized I was gonna have to wait. She was making out with the guys friend, opening her mouth to receive his tongue, and getting her ass felt up to. When they reluctantly broke their hold, she stuffed the money he gave her in her bra.
"What are you standing around for girl, somebody is waiting" she exclaimed.
I then had five dollars placed in my hand, and was kissed by the third guy who decided he needed some tongue too. And boy did he get his moneys worth.
"Thank you ladies" the guys said as they walked away.
This was fun. I kissed a couple of handsome guys, and got nearly ten bucks for just kidding around. That was more than I make an hour at my job where I have to deal with fussy shoppers. Paula thought it was pretty cool too. As a matter of fact, she thought it was so cool that we proceeded to do it the rest of the night.
Paula decided that we would tell guys what we came as, and charge our "john's" accordingly. And to make matters better, we decided to hit a few bars in between. It was there where Paula decided we could charge for drinks instead of money.
By the end of the night we were pretty smashed. And then Paula reached in her bra and pulled out her money. She had over one hundred and seventy-five dollars! I hadn't realized that I had accumulated even twenty dollars more. Shit! We were just kidding around and ended up making a good amount of money just acting silly. In the process we also got pretty horny.
"Some guy reached under my skirt and felt my pussy" Paula whispered as we walked out of the last bar.
"I was going to charge him more, but it felt so good."
I laughed as I clung to her shoulder. I didn't say anything, but a few of the guys took liberties with me too. More than one of them squeezed my tits or rubbed their hands up and down my legs. One guy even slipped his business card in my panties and said I wouldn't be disappointed if I called.
We decided the best thing to do was to take a cab back to her apartment. On the way to the highway, we passed the new condominiums they are building in town. We stood on the corner and watched the cabs whiz by filled with overgrown bunny rabbits, Uncle Sam impersonators, and girls dressed as their favorite music stars.
It started to get a bit late, and we were really ready to get out of the chilly air.
"So what do we have here?" a voice called from behind.
"Us?, Oh we're hookers" I said casually.
"Yea, we're whores, wanna party?" Paula said as she grabbed me, trying to avoid falling down as we both laughed hard.
"Well actually, we are already having a party inside. And there is no way you two are going to get a cab standing here. Come inside and we can call one for you."
We turned to where he was pointing, and noticed three good looking guys waving from the second floor window. Paula squeezed my arm.
