Kim spent the night but left early, needing to catch a flight for a family trip to Hawaii. She took the party invitation that Carla had given her, promising that she'd be there, since she would be back from her trip on the 3rd.
Carla and Annabel slept in, then had a long and luxurious breakfast. Carla had a craving for pancakes with chocolate chips, and Annabel whipped some up. When they were done Carla checked her list of people she wanted to deliver party invitations to; Katya was up next. Carla took a hit from her pen and sat down to think about how to make this errand fun.
After a couple minutes it hit her. And so it was that late that morning Annabel found herself in the passenger seat of Carla's car wearing a metal bikini. She seemed to be having new experiences like this all the time lately, and as usual, she felt at once embarrassed and excited. Discomfort took the lead briefly when they pulled into the parking lot of a hardware store and Carla quickly hopped out and went inside.
Annabel was mindful of eyes on her, and felt more exposed in this costume than she would have felt in a regular bikini that covered less. But her primary concern soon became the sun, which was quickly heating up the metal against her skin. She cracked a door open while trying to remain inconspicuous, feeling a bit like an abandoned dog.
When Carla returned she was carrying a short length of chain with clips on either end, which she used to bind together Annabel's wrist cuffs. She then turned on the engine and cranked up the AC, providing Annabel some much-needed relief but causing her skin to get all goosepimply.
A few minutes later they pulled up in front of Katya's. Annabel hesitated; though there was nobody around that she could see, she knew she would feel awkward walking down the street in her present state. But when Carla came around and opened her door, she realized that she had no choice; she swallowed her misgivings and climbed out of the car. Carla took Annabel by the elbow and began to lead her toward Katya's, bound hands dangling in front.
Just then a man in his 40s emerged from a door across the street and froze in his tracks, as if unable to believe what he was seeing. Annabel blushed and turned her head, paying attention to what was in front of her and not what was behind her, as they turned up the path to Katya's door.
Carla knocked on the door and a few seconds later Katya appeared, squinting in the sunlight as she looked Annabel up and down. "I know you're a big Star Wars fan," said Carla. "So I brought you a present."
Katya laughed and invited them in. They sat down in the living room and had a smoke while catching up on what had happened since they saw each other last. Though Carla did most of the talking, Katya hardly took her eyes off Annabel. She was in fact a huge Star Wars aficionado and had always had a special fondness for Princess Leia's bikini -- though Annabel was much more generously proportioned than Carrie Fisher.
When they were good and high Katya disappeared into her bedroom for a few minutes. She returned wearing a Darth Vader helmet and black cape, along with a long-sleeved black T-shirt. She also had on skin-tight black leather pants that displayed a sizable bulge in the crotch.
