Okay, so because of Character limits and Flood protections I can't post this story all on one go even though it's finished. I'll try and get it up as soon as I can, but my suspicion is that someone needs to reply between each of my posts so I don't trigger flooding.
Mary Jane's Girlskin Lingerie Photoshoot
Tags: Spider-Man, Mary Jane Watson, Ava Ayala (White Tiger), Exhibitionism, F/F, Snuff, Consensual, Romantic, Objectification, Girl leather, Fingering, Oral, Fondling, Inter-racial, Girl turned into Lingerie
Mary Jane Watson was more than a little nervous as she got ready for her time before the camera. She'd been a successful model for years now, and she'd managed to avoid anything like this in her time in the industry. It wasn't just the nudity, though she'd avoided that too of course, it was this whole trend of girl-leather clothes! Of course, what had once been a fringe fad was now much more mainstream and Mary Jane could no longer afford to avoid it, at least, not if she wanted to keep working in the fashion industry. Jobs had been drying up recently and her agent had mentioned that this could put her back on the map with a fresh new daring image. Even without that though, the company had asked for her specifically and the pay was more than generous. An offer like this usually led to even more offers in the future, especially with a growing brand like Girlskin. Refusing an offer like this was never really in the cards.
Mary Jane glanced around the room to find her co-star for this shoot, Ava Ayala. Ava was stunning, a statuesque Latina beauty with a body so gorgeous that even MJ felt a little inadequate next to her. She wondered why Ava took this job. MJ was thinking about her future career, but that couldn't possibly be the case for Ava, not with what the shoot required of her.
Was the thought of what was going to happen to her enticement enough?
MJ didn't know, and honestly she was sort of afraid to ask.
"Alright! I want everyone on set!" MJ heard the director cry out. No time left to wonder about where Ava was or what her motivations were. It was time for the first half of the shoot to begin.
MJ shrugged off her robe leaving her completely naked as she walked toward the camera set. The decoration was sparse, the entire backdrop was draped in white silk sheets that reached all the way down to the floor and covered it as well. Scattered here and there across the sheets were rose petals, red of course, to conjure up romance in the mind of anyone seeing the soon-to-be-made ad.
Mary Jane was still more than a little uncomfortable with the whole thing. It was one thing to use sex to sell a product, that wasn't anything new, and objectifying women to show them as sex objects wasn't new either, but… This was a lot more literal on both parts than MJ was really okay with.
Girlskin clothes was a relatively new company, only 5 or 6 years old, but already they'd created their own high end niche market. Bespoke boutique clothes for the affluent elite, each piece custom tailored for the woman who would end up wearing it. Each piece made from a single source of leather…
Girlskin made other clothes too; things more suitable for the mass market, made from more readily accessible types of leather, but that wasn't what earned them their mystique. It wasn't what earned them their name.
And now MJ was about to be the beneficiary of Girlskin's marketing campaign "Nothing touches my skin but girlskin…" wasn't that the slogan?
Ava walked comfortably onto the set, completely nude, just like Mary Jane, but much more at ease than the redhead felt herself. MJ wasn't sure why, given what was going to happen to her. Only one of them was going to be walking away alive from this after all, and it wasn't going to be Ms. Ayala… Still, MJ wasn't about to go looking for trouble and making more work for herself by asking the lithe almost cat-like Latina why she didn't look at all nervous about what was about to happen to her sounded exactly like the sort of thing that would do just that.
MJ noticed Ava looking around, her eyes landing on and dismissing everyone else on the set until finally they alighted onto her, and a small almost nervous smile crept onto Ava's face. It was kind of strange to see it, especially given Ava's earlier confidence, but MJ had no time to ponder the event; the director had begun to speak.
"Okay, so the theme of this shoot is sex! Hot, sweaty, lesbian sex! That's the secret to girlskin products! Nothing is sexier than wearing another girl. It's like every sex act you can imagine with every step you take. That's what we're selling here, okay? Ava, I need you to play with Mary Jane like she's never been played with before. She needs to look like she's on the verge of cumming in every single shot we take, that way it'll look just as sexy when we get to the shots where she's actually wearing you, got it?"
Ava blushed her eyes flicking to Mary Jane, and MJ couldn't help but wonder if it was due to the director's crudeness or if the blush was rooted in something else. Arousal, maybe? She did sign up to do this ad after all…
"As for you MJ, I don't know if you munch rug or not and frankly, I don't care. As long as you look like you're getting off everything'll be fine, okay? So just enjoy yourself, and if you can't? Just fake it. You were an actress right? Can you handle that much?"
MJ nodded. She wasn't totally against the idea of being with a woman, and Ava was certainly more than attractive enough to catch her eye, though she'd never dream about acting on it under normal circumstances.
"Good," the director replied. "This shouldn't be too hard on your end, this ad is all about Ava making you cum, both as a woman and as a product." The director frowned. "Speaking of which, are you sure you'll be okay doing your end of the shoot?" He asked MJ's Latina co-star. "I know you already signed the contract, but if there's gonna be an issue I'd rather get another girl right now than have to deal with any bullshit," the man explained crudely.
"No way," Ava more than eagerly reassured the director. "Mary Jane Watson is the reason I realized I was a lesbian! As long as she's the woman starring in this ad? I'm in it 100%. There's no way I'll back out. The only regret I have is I won't get to see how incredible she looks wearing me."
The director nodded, unsurprised and Mary Jane couldn't help but wonder if she was the reason Ava took the job. Was she a precondition of the shoot? Was Ava that into her that she'd allow herself to be snuffed just for a chance to pretend to fuck her on camera? Well, more than just a chance really, and closer to the truth than to pretending… but that wouldn't make her end any less fatal. It hardly seemed worth it to MJ.
The eager glint in Ava's eyes as the director walked away said something different about Ava's own feelings on the matter. "Damn, you're even sexier than I imagined, seeing you in that lingerie ad when I was 14," Ava admitted.
"How many years ago was that?" MJ couldn't stop herself from asking.
"Under ten," Ava admitted with a show of nervousness, and MJ resolved not to press her on the matter, she could always look her age up after the shoot when it wouldn't really matter anymore.
"Seeing you like this? Naked, confident and so incredibly sexy? I can't help but envy all the teenage girls who will get to see this ad once it's out. What I wouldn't have given at their age to see you naked… Hell, I'm giving up a lot to see it now!" Ava laughed, clearly at ease with what was going to happen to her.
She wasn't wrong, MJ realized. "And you're okay with that? Being turned into a set of clothes?"
"Did they tell you what they're making me into?" Ava asked. "It's a lingerie set, almost identical to the one I first saw you in," she explained when Mary Jane didn't seem to know the answer to her question. "This time tomorrow you'll be wearing my tits as a bra, and my cunt is becoming a pair of slit crotch panties with a button to keep the lips together until you want to spread them apart."
Ava grinned. "The changes were my idea actually, at least in concept. They're gonna make it look a lot better than I could ever dream of." She paused. "Girlskin isn't new you know," Ava explained with an embarrassed sort of shrug. "They started out when I was still in high school. I discovered their ads around the same time as I discovered you. This? This is a dream come true. Literally."
Ava continued speaking, accidentally cutting MJ off before she could ask what the younger girl meant.
"This was my favorite fantasy! Being with you in a photo-shoot? Getting to fuck you and then being turned into clothes for you to wear? Knowing that you'll get to enjoy the feel of my skin sliding against your most sensitive places? Doing it day after day, wearing me under a pretty dress, or just lounging about at home? Honestly there's nothing I'd like more than for that to happen…" Ava admitted with a blush. "Do you remember Girlskin's old campaign? 'Who would you give anything for?' with the naked young girls waiting by the red carpet for the models walking by and each and every model dressed in Girlskin clothes the same exact shade as the fan watching them? When I was in High School, my friends and I used to play that game. We asked each other who we'd let ourselves be snuffed for, and you Mary Jane? You were my answer every time."
MJ didn't know how to respond. She'd met fans before, she'd even met fans who had told her that they had discovered their sexuality because of her; but this was different. Ava was willing to die to be with her! In fact, it sort of sounded like the slightly shorter girl had only taken this job for the chance to be snuffed for her, or maybe that the only reason MJ had gotten this part was Ava's girlhood crush…
Honestly? Now that Ava's motivations were out in the open, this shoot felt much less like a job and much more… taboo. Mary Jane caught herself staring at her co-star, imagining what Ava would look like once she'd become the outfit she'd so eagerly described. Knowing that the Latina was here for her, to fuck her. To be worn by her, and not just by any model that Girlskin could have hired for the job? It made it much more intimate. Intimate, and arousing; MJ realized as she imagined what the other girl would feel like against her bare skin.
"Alright! That's enough dwaddling!" the director shouted from his chair. "Let's get this shoot started! Ava, MJ, I want to open up with something a little more sensual and less explicit to air in the places that we can't show the full ad in; buses, trains, certain countries, that sort of thing. They'll be able to find the full ad on the internet of course, but only if they know it's there, so let's get their interest piqued, okay?" The director explained.
"I want both of you on the floor. MJ, I want you on the ground looking content, like you were just freshly fucked and you're basking in the afterglow, okay? Ava, I want you wrapped around her, an arm covering MJ's tits and a leg draped across her just below her hips! I want you looking at her with absolute adoration. I'm thinking the tag-line for this shot'll be 'don't you deserve lingerie made just for you?' or something like that. We'll work out the details in post! Just look adoring!"
MJ was more than a little nervous now. The tone of the whole shoot had changed when Ava had aired her feelings, but MJ was nothing if not a professional, so she put on her best afterglow face and lay down on the rose-covered silk, following the director's instructions as best she could.
Ava on the other hand was clearly set on enjoying herself as much as possible before her end as she set down next to her, and Mary Jane couldn't fault her in the least. MJ shivered as she felt Ava's fingers trace a path across her skin. She'd never been touched like this by a girl before, and knowing what Ava was giving up to touch her only made the experience more enticingly erotic.
Ava's fingertips trailed across Mary Jane's sensitive nipples, sending a jolt of arousal through the redhead's being, only to intensify when Ava wrapped her leg across MJ's own. She could feel the warmth of Ava's body as it pressed against her, the blazing heat of Ava's pussy against her thigh, the damp arousal rubbing flush against her leg as Ava reached across her body to cover the front of MJ's breasts with her arm. It wasn't enough to mask them from view completely, but Ava's slender arm more than covered MJ's nipples, and with Ava's upper thigh covering the redhead's sex, that was enough to get the ad posted in public.
There was something incredibly sexually charged about the way that Ava was snuggling into her. MJ could feel her own pussy heating up from the act, and it made it more than a little hard to focus on schooling her expression into that perfect post-sex afterglow. Of course, Mary Jane wasn't a famous actress and model for nothing; despite the difficulty it took less than a minute for MJ to adopt the right expression.
The redhead could see the way that Ava was looking at her; she could see the boundless adoration and arousal behind the younger girl's bright brown eyes. There wasn't a hint of artifice in either orb. Ava worshiped her, and it sent Mary Jane's heart thudding as she realized that the girl next to her wasn't doing this for the acclaim, or the prestige, or the money (not that she'd be able to spend that after the shoot). Ava was doing this for her, to please her, to play with her, to be with her forever everywhere she went; concealed beneath her clothes as their little secret. Ava wasn't acting at all, this wasn't a job to her, this was her most lurid fantasy coming true.
They made a pretty picture, laying together on the white silk sheets, a shroud of rose petals draped around them. MJ could see the contrast between Ava's dark olive colored skin and her own barely tanned white as the other girl stared up at her with adoration. Ava would look good on her, MJ realized, and she wondered if that was part of Ava's thoughts when planning this out, or if it was just a happy coincidence?
Ava's position, wrapped around her in a clinging embrace, lent the other girl a sort of child-like vulnerability that only added to her allure. The camera was running, MJ could hear the snap of the shutter in a lightning fast rumble as the photographer took picture after picture: but Mary Jane couldn't help but gaze down at the other girl. She wasn't sure just what was in her eyes right then, appreciation? contentment? but whatever it was, the director didn't tell her to stop.
Nor was MJ's loaded gaze missed by her partner in this endeavor. Ava's eyes widened as she caught her idol looking at her, and before MJ could turn away, the shorter girl craned her neck and captured MJ's lips in a passionate kiss that sent fireworks tingling up and down the redhead's spine.
"Yes! Yes!" The director called out. "Perfect! Hold that pose!"
MJ couldn't break away. She couldn't end the kiss now even if she wanted to; and from the growing heat between her thighs, MJ was not at all sure that she wanted to.
Ava was in heaven, caught in a kiss with her first teen crush, the red head responding both physically, and from the look in her eyes, emotionally as well. Ava wouldn't be too upset if this photo shoot was the last time that Mary Jane would ever wear her; she knew the older woman hadn't grown up with the idea of girl-leather gear like she had, but the look in the redhead's deep green eyes spoke of desire, of passion! Hope kindled in Ava's heart. She'd made sure in the terms of her contract that once the shoot was over the newly-made Ava-leather lingerie would be going to her co-star instead of sold at auction as such things sometimes were. Maybe this wouldn't be the last time MJ wore her? Maybe she'd end up slipping her on when she wanted to feel sexy? Wearing her under her street clothes, or beneath a fancy cocktail gown?
Ava hoped that Mary Jane enjoyed her, relishing the knowledge that another girl found her so incredibly desirable that she was willing to give everything just to be with her. That was what had appealed to her about Girlskin as a teenager; that submission. Knowing that another girl was willing to give up everything, was willing to die just so you could have a beautiful piece of clothing… Fuck! The thought still got her hot years later. She'd wanted it, fantasizing about which of her friends would look best on her. She'd talked with them about it at sleepovers, each of them trying to entice each other into promising to give up everything once they made enough money to afford a real Girlskin piece. The rush, the taboo nature of those late night agreements still thrilled her to this day.
But more than that, Ava wanted to be on the other end of things! She wanted to make that sacrifice, to become nothing more than expensive clothing, her life ended for another girl to look good. Not just any girl of course, but this girl; this incredible woman kissing her, laying in her arms. Mary Jane Watson was everything she wanted as a girl, and knowing that other girls would see her with the vivacious redhead? See her giving everything for her and never have to wonder and imagine what lay beneath that tantalizing lingerie? Far from the trepidation Mary Jane had expected, Ava was looking forward to what would happen to her. She was subjugating her wants, her desires, her very life all so that Mary Jane Watson could have the lingerie that the redhead truly deserved!
Mary Jane was oblivious to her partner's thoughts as the kiss stretched on and on. She'd never been kissed so passionately before, it felt like Ava was trying to pour her very essence into her through her lips, like there were fireworks exploding between her legs!
Of course, no moment could last forever, and soon enough the director told them that he'd gotten enough. It was time to end the kiss and move onto the next pose.
Ava withdrew with the tenderness if a lover leaving for the final time, savoring the taste of Mary Jane's lips on her own, the strawberry flavored lip gloss that the other model wore was exactly as she'd imagined it, and though Ava wasn't disappointed, she couldn't help but regret that the kiss couldn't last forever.
The next pose was just as simple, if a little more risque. Ava lay on the sheet, waiting just long enough for new rose petals to be added to their makeshift bed. Her arms were wide, her legs were splayed and more than a few pictures, both professional and personal were taken 'just in case'. Of course, the reasoning given was so that Girlskin could show just what parts of Ava would be making the transition from girl, to Girlskin lingerie, but Mary Jane suspected that the real reason for the shots was so that the men, and not a few women, could have a memento of the vibrant Latina once she was gone.
Once those shots were done, it was MJ's turn to lay on top of the other model, to feel her soft breasts press into her back and just enjoy herself as Ava's legs entwined with hers spreading them apart to reveal MJ's pussy. She'd shown up to the shoot unshaven at Girlskin's request, and an entire half hour of the makeup process had been spent hand-trimming her unruly bush into a perfectly styled bright red landing strip, the shade an exact match for the hair on her head.
The next thing she knew Ava's hands were cupping her breasts, her thumbs hiding MJ's tender nipples as her palms cupped and supported her mounds from beneath. The message was obvious, what better way to support your tits than with another girl? What better way to display your sexuality than with the help of a female lover? It was simple, almost subtle in its execution and Mary Jane had no trouble looking incredibly aroused as Ava softly kneaded her breasts from below.
MJ couldn't help but imagine how Ava's own toffee colored mounds would look framing her own much paler tits. Ava's bigger, darker nipples would rest atop her own, concealing everything but revealing the other, soon to be former girl in more than intimate detail. She'd be supple of course, unlike most leather you didn't need to break Girlskin in, but would she be just as tender as a bra as her questing hands were now? Mary Jane wasn't sure, but she wanted to find out.
Of course, time didn't stop passing just because Mary Jane was caught in idle daydreams, and before MJ knew it, her time resting on her own personal Latina breast massager had come to an end.
Ava was in heaven and it showed. She'd feared that this might be awkward; that her idol might not get it, that the gorgeous redhead currently resting on top of her would be uncomfortable, or disgusted by her intentions, but that wasn't the case at all! Mary Jane Watson may not have completely understood her motivations, but she was, if not supportive, than at least responsive to the concept. Mary Jane hadn't said anything, but Ava could tell she was thinking about it, imagining what Ava's soft toffee skin would look like against her own, what it would feel like… She was already starting to think of Ava like an object, like an accessory. The photo shoot was only going to get more explicit as time passed, Ava would have plenty of time to drive her point home.
“Alright! That's good, but now it's time to get into the real meat of this campaign. Girlskin isn't just a fashion statement, Girlskin is sex itself. So lets get a pose that'll really get young girls' hearts racing, okay? Mary Jane, I want you to lie back with your legs spread about shoulder width apart, Ava, I want you between those legs, lips locked on MJ's cunt. The tag-line here is 'Girlskin is more than just a careless caress!' okay?” The director asked. After a second or two with no questions or objections he nodded to himself. “Well, get to it!”
MJ could immediately feel Ava's absence the second she rolled off of her. The cool air touching parts of her once warmed by Ava's skin was an immediate wake up call, but it wasn't enough to dispel the lingering arousal that Ava's hands had massaged into her breasts. She stood up, her eyes risking glances at Ava's naked form as the assistants replaced the rose petals on the white sheet with fresh ones for the next shot. Ava was staring at her with undisguised appreciation and lust, but Mary Jane couldn't quite manage to do the same to Ava. It felt… Not wrong, Ava wanted it after all, but somehow taboo to imagine Ava as she would be, as the set of lingerie she would become after this shoot.
“I hope you enjoy wearing me,” Ava offered, as if reading MJ's mind. “I've heard that real girlskin is incredibly comfortable.”
Mary Jane blushed. “I still can't believe you're okay with… with it.”
“With being snuffed?” Ava asked. “Or with you wearing me afterwards?” she offered.
“Either,” Mary Jane paused, “both.”
“I get off imagining it,” Ava admitted. “Picturing you wearing me, my breasts covering yours, my cunt concealing yours… I've been imagining it since I was a teenager, and every single night since I took this job. I'm more than okay with it,” Ava confessed. “This is like a dream for me.”
“But why?” MJ asked, trying to understand not just Ava's desires, but her own as well.
“It's the submission of it. Mostly, anyway. I… the thought of giving up everything, of even sacrificing my life just so that you can have a set of pretty lingerie? The thought of it just makes me so hot that I can barely think!” Ava explained. “Damn it, this is… I mentioned you were my high school crush, right?”
Ava didn't even pause for a confirmation. “Well, you were. I used to fantasize about it, about having my friends made into Girlskin, about wearing them, knowing that they were willing to die, that they had to die so that I could wear them. I even imagined what it would feel like to wear you like that…” Ava admitted softly.
Mary Jane's jaw dropped a little at the confession, but before she could say something Ava, not wanting to lose her momentum started speaking again.
“I fell in love with you. Seeing you on the page, reading your interviews? I wanted to be with you, I wanted to feel you beneath me, feel you against my skin… But… more than that? I wanted to worship you, to submit to you. As much as I imagined what you'd look like as the lingerie I first saw you in? I imagined the sight of you wearing me even more. I want to make that sacrifice, to cut my life and all my potential short just to become nothing more than an expensive lingerie set to make my girlhood crush, to make you, look good.”
This was more than just an explanation, Ava was spilling her heart out, and even though she was still a bit unsure, Mary Jane couldn't help but be touched by the younger girl's genuine affection and desire for her.
“You're incredible Mary Jane Watson, and knowing that other girls are going to see me with you? To see me worshiping you? It's almost electric! I… I'm looking forward to what's going to happen to me. Girls just like me are going to see these ads, they're going to see me pleasing you, see me give up everything all so that you can have the lingerie that I've been dreaming of seeing you in for years,” Ava admitted.
“But you won't be able to see me in them,” MJ replied, still uncertain what Ava saw in this but more turned on than ever.
“I know, and I wish I could!” She conceded. “But other girls will see me. They'll see you. They'll see us together and they won't have to wonder what's beneath your lingerie or what went into making it. They'll know. When they see you wearing me, they'll remember our shoot together and… I'm hoping… that when you wear me after this… that you will too?”
Seeing Mary Jane's puzzled expression Ava quickly clarified. “It's a term in my contract, normally the Girlskin clothes from shoots like these get auctioned off, but I wanted you to have them; me, I mean… I'm doing this to be with you so…. I hope you enjoy me?”
Seeing the earnest affection in Ava's eyes, Mary Jane couldn't bring herself to refuse her. “I'm sure I'll have a lot of fun wearing you Ava,” MJ assured her. “I bet you'll be incredibly comfortable.”
“Thanks,” Ava smiled, trying not to cry from how emotional Mary Jane's reply was making her. It was like a dream come true. In fact it literally was a dream come true! But before Ava could expand on her feelings, the aides finished deploying the rose petals and it was time for the next shot to begin.
“Alright,” the director began, “It's time to get into the real substance of the ad. Up till now we've done the public consumption parts, but they're just there to lead people into the stores, or to the store webpage to see the real ad, and buy the product; so we need to spice this up a lot to make that effort worth it! Mary Jane, I want you on the floor, legs spread, hands gripping the silk sheets below you. You're moaning out in pleasure, okay? You're cumming harder than you ever had in your life and it's all thanks to the girl that's gonna be your panties, got it?”
Mary Jane, despite her current state of arousal was every bit the consummate professional. She settled in on the white sheet, silk pooling between her fingers and awaited the next part of the shoot.
Ava, on the other hand, felt like a schoolgirl again. Her heart was racing, her stomach was full of butterflies as she waited for her own instructions from the director. What came before was nice; it was wonderful to hug and fondle her first crush, but this? This was what she had signed up for.
“Ava, I want you between Ms. Watson's legs, lips locked on her sex, looking up at her adoringly. Your only purpose in life is to please and serve her! She's your goddess! Got it? I want you eating her out so well that she's cumming in every frame! Now get to it.”
Ava was settled between the redhead's legs before Mary Jane could even blink, almost as if she had teleported. Mary Jane could feel the Latina's hot breath on the petals of her sex as she teased them apart with her fingers, her eyes drinking in the bounty of MJ's body.
This was it, Ava realized as she stared into Mary Jane Watson's tender folds. The last woman she'd ever taste, the last woman she'd ever be with, her idol! Ava dived with enthusiasm, her young tongue tracing its way around MJ's lower lips to slip beneath her hood and tease her tender clit. She could feel Mary Jane groaning and bucking beneath her. She wondered if it was just her performance bringing the redhead to this point, or if Mary Jane was just as turned on by the fantasy of wearing her as she was by being worn?
Mary Jane had never been with a lover so skilled. She wasn't a lesbian by inclination. Sure she'd experimented a time or two with friends, but of her few lovers the majority had been men. She loved men, and nothing could compare to the feeling of a nice hot cock filling her from the inside. Nothing, that is, until now. MJ didn't know if it was skill, Ava herself, or the knowledge of what would soon befall the little Latina sex-bomb, but she was already on the very verge of cumming.
Ava could feel MJ quiver beneath her fingers as her arms wrapped around the redhead's waist. She could hear the camera clicking away in the background, but it didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered any more. Her whole world had narrowed to her lover's body and she played her like and instrument. Her tongue flicked across her lower lips, darting in and out of their press. Her fingers cupped the redhead's ass, softly squeezing and kneading her perfect butt. She could taste her idol on her lops, musty, but beautiful in a way she'd never imagined. Mary Jane was certainly enjoying herself at the tip of Ava's tongue, but Ava? Ava was the one in heaven.
Mary Jane could feel her pussy clench around Ava's tongue as she came, squeezing it for all it was worth. Ava didn't stop. Despite resistance she continued to lavish MJ's peach in love, licking and lapping, her tongue flicking away, her own lips catching MJ's and pilling softly, shielding her idol from the threat of her teeth. She could hear MJ shudder and moan beneath her, feel her quaking softly in her arms as Ava did everything she could to extend the redhead's pleasure past the breaking point.
Shot after shot clicked away, the director's words forgotten in the background; there, but unimportant before the majesty of Mary Jane Watson. She truly was perfect, Ava thought as she traced a circle with her tongue around the redhead's perky pink clit. She truly was worth getting snuffed for. Ava's mind dropped into a fantasy, imagining just what the girl before her would look like in her pair of caramel leather panties, wearing her, putting her on display for all to see. Her own cunt warmed at the thought as she threw herself deeper into her work, tearing pants and high-pitched moans from MJ's lips to harvest for her own dreams.
Mary Jane was lost in a wave of arousal, crashing endlessly against the shore but never really fading. She'd never been fucked like this. Not by anyone! Her head was in a haze, her eyes were clouded by desire, but she couldn't let go of her climax; Ava wouldn't let her.
Minutes ticked away, the camera clicking like a broken metronome to keep some semblance of time; butt MJ couldn't follow it. Her perception of the world had shrunk until there was only her, and Ava, and the pleasure she was giving her. The darker girl was persistent, working her over hard enough that MJ suspected that she was trying to engrave the feel of her into the back of MJ's brain. Even if that wasn't her aim, Ava was succeeding. She was unforgettable. Moments passed like hours as her tongue darted around her sex, sweeping every inch clean of any sign of her arousal; drinking her in like the last drop of water in a desert, like a last meal before her execution… which, thinking about it through the pink haze that Ava had inflicted on her, she was, wasn't she?
The dream couldn't last forever though, and even with Ava's skill, there was only so much MJ's body could take before stopping. Mary Jane's cunt clenched down, hard, but Ava's tongue had escaped, lavishing her lower lips with love. MJ's body crested the wave, crashing into the shore with a finality that left her panting and gasping for air, unable to speak or even focus her eyes. Distantly, she could hear the camera capturing her, but she couldn't see it; her eyes had whited out, leaving her alone with the aftermath of her lover's care.
Ava felt it as the dam broke beneath her, sending Mary Jane tumbling from her orgasm into a desperate wide-eyed recovers. She stopped, without the director's instruction and pulled herself up MJ's body, feeling her smooth skin beneath her own as she slid up and stole the redhead's lips with a deep and passionate kiss. She smiled as she felt MJ's arms wrap around her, holding her close and warming her in the cool studio air. The silky feeling of MJ's arms against her back sent shivers up and down her spine. Though she knew she wouldn't be able to enjoy it herself, she was looking forward to becoming clothes, to being able to provoke that feeling any time Mary Jane decided to wear her.
The director, far from heartless, gave them more than enough time to recover, letting MJ catch her breath, and Ava savor the kiss. The younger girl knew that after that it might take some time to refill MJ's tank, so breaking off their kiss, Ava sunk lower, draping her lover in her lips. From the nape of MJ's neck to the nub of her nipples, Ava kissed every inch of her bare flesh, glorying in each excited shiver as her idol rallied to the cause.
Soon enough, MJ had recovered enough for the shoot to go on.
To Be continued…
“Okay, I hope you have enough juice in the tank for one more scene. This'll be the last shot before Ava has to go in for conversion, so make sure to give it your all. I wanna have a sort of 'Girlskin clothes make you feel like a queen' thing going on in this one, so you get a short break while we get your throne set up, okay? Ava, anything you want to get done? Any last calls you wanna make? Make 'em now, cause after this shot it's straight to snuffing for you."
MJ nodded, slowly getting up so she could clear the set for the throne to be put up. Still unsure exactly how to think about this whole thing, the redhead cast an eye at her mindbogglingly willing partner in this endeavor.
Ava rose to her own feet as languidly as a tiger, her lips glistening with the remnants of Mary Jane's orgasm. Remnants that she sensuously licked clean as soon as she realized her crush was looking at her. She made no move to leave, to call anyone, to do anything save for stand by Mary Jane's side while the crew changed the scene in front of them and scattered fresh rose petals across the silken sheets.
“Isn't there anyone you want to call and say goodbye to?” Mary Jane asked her costar in the shoot.
“I said all my goodbyes before coming here,” Ava explained. “I even called up a few friends from high school that I'd fallen out of touch with just to share the news and make them jealous,” the Latina admitted. “Besides, I don't want to ruin the mood, and interrupting this just to talk with unrelated people? It might be hard to get as excited as I am right now in the time I have left.”
Mary Jane nodded. This at least was understandable to her, even if Ava's motivations were alien. Still, she couldn't help but be a bit curious about the girl who'd be becoming her latest pair of lingerie after this shoot.
“Are you… looking forward to it?” Mary Jane asked.
“What?” Ava asked. “You wearing me? Becoming lingerie? Being snuffed?”
“Any of it,” Mary Jane replied. “All of it?”
“I am,” Ava admitted. “Not so much being snuffed I guess, though that actually happens pretty quickly, I'm told. They're going to behead me, like with a guillotine. Just chop, and off with my head. It's pretty fast and painless, as these things go. I could ask them to give you my head if you want it?”
Mary Jane shook her head. “I live in an Apartment in New York, where would I put it?” she asked. Not that she really wanted it anyway, Girlskin clothes were at least an established fashion, and one she was being hired to promote. What would she even do with Ava's head?
“I guess that's true,” Ava nodded a bit disappointed. “But yeah, being snuffed is… It's something that's going to happen, I guess? I'm not looking forward to it, but I'm not dreading it either. It's just part of the process to get what I want.”
“Which is me,” Mary Jane stated. “Wearing you.”
“Exactly,” Ava agreed. “Well, that and this shoot, obviously.”
"I guess I still don't really understand… How did you get into this?" MJ wondered, unsure what to make of the amazingly vibrant Latina who wanted to become lingerie.
Ava turned to Mary Jane, and seeing the genuine confusion in her idol's face she couldn't help but try to explain herself. "I mentioned that Girlskin started when I was in high school, right?"
MJ nodded. It wasn't that long ago, and while the time in between had certainly been… distracting, it wasn't enough for her to forget.
"I was just getting into fashion magazines; stuff for teens mostly. My friends were into it too. That was how I discovered you and the fact that I liked girls…" Ava admitted. "Anyway, Girlskin was just becoming a thing and the ads were everywhere in the fashion magazines targeted at girls my age. You couldn't really avoid them. It seemed weird to me at first, honestly. And maybe sort of creepy? But I kinda got into the idea of it. 'Who would you give anything for?' It was a fun fantasy to play with my friends, kinda like 'truth or dare', or 'never have I ever'. We'd ask each other who we'd be willing to be snuffed to get a night with, and then we'd name celebrities… Usually models or actresses like you, or Janet Van Dyne. It was just a fun sort of thing we did. It wasn't anything serious. At least, not until Anya joined us…." Ava confessed.
"Anya Corazon was a redhead, like you. She'd transferred into the school in the middle of the school year and joined our group pretty quickly, and… if we're being honest I kind of had a crush on her." Ava blushed, looking down for a second.
"So a couple weeks later, Julie invited all of us over to her house for a sleep over that Friday. Me, Lyra, Jeanne, Laura, and… Anya. Everything was pretty normal we were watching movies, Jeanne was doing Laura's nails just to show her how nice they could look if she paid more attention to them, and Laura suggested we play a game of 'Who would you give anything for?' since Anya hadn't played with us before."
Ava paused, remembering what happened next for a second before continuing.
"Anya knew what we meant immediately. She was a big fan of Girlskin. We all went around telling each other our current choices. Mine hadn't changed of course," Ava said eyeing MJ's naked body, "but the others changed their answers all the time based off who was in the latest movie, or what fashion shoot they liked best." Ava took a deep breath.
"Anyway, when it came around to Anya she asked a question. 'Does it have to be someone famous?' We hadn't ever thought it might not be. It was all just sort of one big fantasy game back then. The people we actually knew were just too real to fit into that idea, right?" Ava shifted a bit uncomfortably, but continued on before Mary Jane could answer.
"Julie told her it didn't have to be, and asked if she had anyone in mind.
"'You.' That was Anya's answer. she looked right into Julie's eyes and told her she'd be happy to be snuffed by her. To be worn by her." Ava paused. "We were all shocked. Everyone except for Julie. 'Are you serious?' she asked. But it wasn't like she was shocked. it was more… intrigued? 'Definitely.' was Anya's answer.
"The night went on, but something had changed. There was a kind of tension in the air," Ava confessed. "At one point, Julie slipped away with Anya to talk to her parents. But that was it. Until the next week anyway."
Ava took a deep breath. "On Monday, Anya wasn't in school. No one had seen her. She'd basically just vanished. No one seemed to know where she was; and because I didn't share any classes with Julie in the morning I had no idea what could have happened to Anya until lunch. I just thought she was sick or something.
"Of course, that all changed at lunch time. I asked Julie what happened to Anya and she smiled, really satisfied, like she knew a secret no one else did. 'What do you mean Ava?' she asked. 'Anya's right here at the table!' she answered with a sort of fake surprise at my question. Then, she pushed the shoulder of her tank top to the side to expose her bra strap." Ava paused. "It was… leather."
Mary Jane's eyes widened. "She didn't!" the redhead gasped before she could really stop herself.
"She did," Ava replied. "It was really obvious. I'm not sure how I hadn't noticed before. Julie was blonde haired and blue eyed with pale white skin and her bra strap? It was the same color as my skin. Maybe a shade lighter at most," the Latina explained gesturing to her own naked body. "Apparently Anya never made it home from the sleepover. Julie and her parents called Anya's dad and after some pleading and negotiating from Julie and Anya got him to give his okay to everything. Julie had her converted the very next day."
"And what- What did you say when Julie told you that?" Mary Jane asked, enthralled and more than a little horrified at Ava's story.
Ava blushed. "I… um… I asked if I could see her."
Mary Jane's eyes widened in shock at the admission. "And? What did she say?" MJ asked eager to find out more.
"She told me that we should go to her house after school," Ava admitted. "Damn, honestly it's still kinda hot years later. I spent the whole day thinking about it. Wondering what Anya would look like… Wondering what I'd look like if it were me… You have no idea just how hot it was seeing Julie dressed like it was just another school day but knowing that she had another girl rubbing against her tits just beneath her tank top and shorts!" Ava confessed breathlessly. "I barely made it to the end of the school day! By the time we got to Julie's place I was so hot and bothered I was about to strip her right there on the sidewalk!"
It was like watching a train wreck. Mary Jane knew the final outcome, but she couldn't look away. "So what happened next?" she asked.
Ava answered. "Julie practically dragged me up the stairs to her bedroom and locked the door tight. She told me to strip, and… I was so turned on… I couldn't disobey her," the Latina confided.
"Once I was naked, completely naked, Julie started to walk around me, inspecting me, weighing my breasts with her hand. She was judging me. I could tell. She hadn't been like that before Anya, but now? It was like I was just a fabric covered mannequin to her. I'd never been so turned on in my life!"
Ava took a second to catch her breath. "Once she was satisfied with what she saw, Julie undressed. I still remember the sight of her Anya-clad tits coming free from her tank top. The soft leather cupping her breasts like a lover. I remember every second as she shimmied out of her jeans to reveal the panties she'd had made from our former friend. They were large. Normal panty sized, not like a thong or anything; but they were clearly Anya's. Everything was there; Anya's darker skin stood out immediately against Julie's pale white legs and stomach. She'd preserved her perfectly; even her pussy was true to real life, lips and everything! Those were stitched together of course; Julie's parents were permissive, but they didn't want their daughter wearing crotchless panties to high school. Still, the outline of Anya's cunt was perfectly preserved in Girlskin leather. And what drew the eye the most was the tattoo: a large stylized spider in black. It covered the entire front of Julie's pubic mound, the same exact place where it sat on Anya before she was harvested."
Mary Jane was enthralled. The way Ava described it she could practically picture the scene in her mind's eye. Ava, younger, naked, stalked by a petite perky blonde girl with piecing blue eyes, sauntering to show off her newest piece of custom-made apparel.
"What happened next?" the redhead asked.
"Julie asked me if I liked her. She used the word 'her' for her panties, doing a sort of Vanna White pose to show them off. 'They're a birthday present,' she explained. 'My birthday is next week, and my parents weren't sure what to get me, so Anya's timing was perfect!' she smiled. I asked if I could touch them, and Julie told me it was okay."
Ava was lost in memory. It was as clear from the dreamy expression on her face as it was from the way she was absentmindedly rubbing her thighs together. Despite herself, Mary Jane couldn't help but wonder just what Julie was feeling as she showed off her new lingerie to her friend. She'd be in the same position soon enough. would she be feeling the same thing? Mary Jane wasn't sure. "What happened next?"
"I reached out and touched it the tattoo. It was warm. I know it was probably the fact that Julie had been wearing it all day, but it almost felt like Anya was still alive! It was smooth and soft, just like her skin! I looked up at Julie my eyes darting to her Girlskin covered breasts and she nodded!" Ava gushed as she remembered.
"I reached up, my hands covering her tits, feeling the edge where Anya ended and Julie's tits began; my fingers tracing across Anya's nipples as they rested right atop Julie's own. It was amazing! It felt so real! And of course it was, but it felt like Julie was wearing a living girl rather than just a leather bra," Ava explained.
"Julie asked if I wanted to take them off, and I did. the bra clasped in back and was easy enough to get free. I took it in my hands, Julie's warmth still lingering against it. The cups were perfectly molded to Julie's body. They even had indentations for Julie's own nips to rest in, just beneath where Ava's were on the bra!
"Carefully, Julie put it on me. It felt… there's nothing like it; no way to describe it. It was perfect, just like in the ads, 'the only fabric fit to touch your skin, is girlskin.' That's exactly what it felt like. I turned to Julie and told her just how incredible it felt and she just smiled and asked me if I wanted to try on the rest of her."
Ava shuddered in remembered pleasure as she tried to find the words to describe her experience.
"I was so turned on I almost came just from sliding my fingers beneath the waistband of her panties," Ava whispered. "Sliding them down her legs, seeing the treasure concealed beneath? It was intoxicating. They smelled like sex as Julie stepped out of them, like arousal. They were damp, and slightly sticky, but I didn't care! I slid them on as best I could, the band didn't quite sit right, the panties rode low on on my hips, and I could feel Julie's arousal mixing with my own in the underside of Anya's sex. The slightest breeze could have set me off right there," Ava trembled.
The Latina took a deep breath as if to steel herself against the pleasure lapping at her through her memories. "That's when she told me what had happened to Anya.
"She'd stayed after we all left,” Ava explained. “She said her father was picking her up, but that was a lie. Maybe she was embarrassed, maybe Julie told her not to tell us so that it wouldn't ruin the surprise? I don't know. But either way Anya never made it home.
"Once everybody left, Julie had Anya stripped naked. Her parents had made an appointment for her fitting at four in the afternoon and we had left just after lunch so there was more than enough time for Julie and Anya to have a little fun." Ava blushed at the admission. "They were both virgins, but they'd both watched more than enough porn to have a starting point I guess? And after that, it was just Julie ordering Anya to do more of what felt good. She couldn't stop mentioning just how wonderful it felt having Anya eat her out before they took her to be processed. She even asked me if I wanted to try."
"And did you?" Mary Jane asked, curiously.
"Of course!" Ava blushed. “I was just so… and she was…How could I resist?" she asked.
Mary Jane smiled slyly. She'd had encounters like that too once or twice. Never with a woman of course, but she could certainly empathize.
"She tasted… musky; with undertones of copper and honey. It was weird, but not unpleasant. I'd never been with a girl before. I'd never really been with anyone before! But Julie was special. I can still taste her sometimes, feel her fingers tracing over my nipples and my sex as if measuring how I'd feel against her skin."
Mary Jane could easily picture it, two young girls, exploring their bodies. Ava pushed to the very limit of arousal by the apparel she was wearing even as Julie took control, subtly commanding her obedience. It certainly would have been… memorable, even if it weren't her first time! Ava looked like she was on the edge of orgasm just remembering it!
"We must have played like that for at least an hour. The next thing I knew I was a sweaty exhausted mess, nearly passed out on Julie's bed, still wearing the lingerie that Anya gave her. That's when Julie asked what I thought of her.
"'She's amazing!' I replied, running my fingers across the surface of my Girlskin-clad tits. Julie smiled. 'Isn't she just?'
"'She was expensive, but worth it,' Julie continued. 'Wearing her today? I've never felt so perfect, so powerful! Don't you agree?' she asked as her eyes turned to me. 'Exactly,' I replied. 'Wearing her is wonderful! She's not even a perfect fit for me and I never want to take her off!' I admitted. In that moment I couldn't help but envy Anya, but what I said was: 'I wish I had a pair of my own!' I paused. 'Are you planning on getting more?'
"Julie paused. 'It's really expensive. I definitely couldn't afford a real pair on my own,' she admitted. 'Even as a birthday present it was it was kind of stretching it, and that was with Anya providing the raw materials for free. I'd love to have a sexy little corset done, maybe a shade or two off from this,' Julie admitted. 'But another set of real girlskin? I can't afford it by myself.'
"'A corset?' I asked. I… I've always been kind of turned on by corsets. I mentioned it once at truth or dare, so Julie knew it too. 'That's right, a corset,' Julie agreed. 'Just a shade or two lighter than Anya, something… more mature, without the sex stitched up, crotchless, so that other girls can lick me like you and Anya. One solid piece of girlskin, from here,' Julie stroked halfway down my tits, just a few inches above my nipples. 'All the way to here,' Julie finished, her fingers rubbing softly against my well-fucked sex.
“I shuddered, imagining myself as the lucky girl chosen to become that corset. 'But you can't afford it,' I confirmed. 'Not by myself,' Julie admitted. 'It would be a lot cheaper if I had a girl agree to help,' My heart was racing. Before I could stop myself the words had slipped from my lips, 'Were you hoping for anyone specific?'
“Julie smiled almost greedily at me. 'You know, graduation is just a month an a half away. I was going to ask for a car, but I think you'd be a much better gift.'
“My heart froze. She was talking about me. Even feeling Anya's softness against my skin it hadn't really ever sunk in that she… that that could be me. It was still just a fantasy, something to daydream about, but Julie? Julie was taking it very seriously. She wanted me. She wanted to wear me, to have sex in me. And… Honestly? That thought was incredibly hot.”
“So… did you agree?” MJ asked, knowing as she spoke it that it was a stupid question. Of course she didn't agree. If she did, she wouldn't be around to tell this story, would she?
“Almost,” Ava admitted. “I was this close,” she replied holding her thumb and forefinger no more than an inch apart.
“What stopped you?” MJ asked, curiously.
“She did, or well. Her body did. I… I hadn't ever had sex before, and even though she wasn't intending to get me off? I wanted more of it. I wasn't ready to sacrifice that just to become a corset,” Ava replied. “Well, not yet anyway,” she added with a self-deprecating smile as she looked around.
“How'd Julie take it?” MJ asked, eager to learn more.
“Pretty well actually. I don't think she really ever expected it to work, and I don't think she really realized how close she actually got to that corset she wanted. It was still there, sort of unspoken between us, at least until she went off to college, but… we didn't stop being friends if that's what you're asking?”
“And that's how you got into… all of this?” MJ probed.
“The idea, the thrill of it; the memory of that afternoon never really ever left me,” Ava admitted. “I kept coming back to it, I wanted to be snuffed, but there was always more I wanted to do first. The whole time I kept building this fantasy in my head. If I was snuffed, who would I want to do it, and how? All of this today? It's what I came up with. And when Girlskin called me to ask if I wanted to model for them, this… you, were my terms.”
Mary Jane couldn't help but be incredibly flattered by that admission. She still couldn't quite get the appeal behind wanting to be snuffed, but she could understand why Ava would want it now.
"Alright!" the director chimed in, breaking the spell between the two women. "Now that the set has been set up again, let's get back to work. Unless you need more time?" he asked. The offer was genuine, but geared more towards Ava than herself. Not that Ava really needed it.
"I'm good to go," the lithe Latina affirmed as she looked over the set. It had changed a bit while they were distracted. the white silk still there, the rose petals replaced, but the largest change was what looked like a solid gold throne sitting in the middle of the set. It was fake of course. There was no way that the assistants could have dragged a solid gold chair of that size in unnoticed, but the actual chair was real enough to bear her weight, and more importantly MJ's weight. It had a lion-themed design to it; the feet and armrests terminating in golden paws, and the backing and seat were both fitted with red cushions, the shade of which matched the rose petals beneath. It looked… regal; and Ava was certainly looking forward to the chance to service her queen.
"Alright then," The director responded once the stars made it clear that more time wasn't necessary, "for this bit the theme is 'Girlskin makes me feel like a queen!' I want decadence, luxury, and above all else this is about the subtle undertones of power and control. Mary Jane, I know you're a powerful self-made woman, now you just need to let the audience know as well. Ava? You're a subject, a slave. I want you clearly submitting to Ms. Watson's whims, you'd die if she commanded it, okay?"
Ava smiled. "That shouldn't be too hard to get across."
Mary Jane nodded as well, a few ideas about how to convey confidence and control running through her head. Of course, getting into the right state of mind was essential, and given just how strongly Ava had reacted to her own story? This last shoot could be a fitting gift for the soon-to-be girlskin girl.
Ava watched enthralled as Mary Jane sauntered her way across the set to take her rightful place on her throne. The red-haired woman really did look like a queen in that moment, and Ava wanted nothing more than to serve her.
Ava walked over, dropping to her knees once she reached the throne; her eager cunt glistening with arousal at the thought of what was to come.
Mary Jane placed a firm hand on Ava's head, threading her fingers through her raven locks as the sexy younger woman knelt before an armrest of her throne, gazing up at her with adoration in her glimmering hazel eyes.
The redhead could hear the click of the camera shutters around her providing a subtle soundtrack to the shoot. It was comforting; familiar in a way that this was not. Mary Jane still wasn't used to being serviced by a girl, and she certainly wasn't used to ordering her partners to service her! But, that was what acting was all about wasn't it? Assuming a role that wasn't the you from real life and selling it well enough to make people believe it? She wasn't the best actress around, but she could do this much. Besides, Ava Ayala was giving her the greatest gift the Latina could think of; from her story it was clear that this? Being ordered about and used? It was something she enjoyed. Mary Jane was happy to help the younger model indulge in the fantasy one last time. Looking straight at the camera, MJ pushed Ava's head between her spread thighs and ordered her to lick.
Ava's mouth pressed against her idol's lower lips, her scarlet landing strip tickling against the Latina's nose. Mary Jane smelled musky, almost indelibly aroused. Ava had been with many women since Julie, and eating pussy was her favorite part of the act. There was something about being nestled between another girl's folds; the comforting warmth on your face as she looks down at you, feeling her body move beneath your lips that called to Ava. If this was her last act before becoming clothing, then she had absolutely no regrets.
Mary Jane looked down at her soon to be ex-lover with a commanding stare which, upon beholding the eager fealty in Ava's eyes almost immediately degraded into a more paternalistic look. The girl really was remarkable. She wasn't afraid at all. Mary Jane certainly would have been in her place, but Ava? The only things that Mary Jane could see in her eyes were enjoyment and anticipation.
The cameras clicked away as Ava dove into her last meal, carefully exploring every last nook and cranny of MJ's sex with her ardent tongue. After her story earlier, they were both more than a little on edge, Ava more than MJ, and it didn't take all that long before Ava's efforts were rewarded with an almost spasmodic redhead clamping down on on her tongue and refusing to let her go.
A gush of musky flavor filled Ava's mouth, bathing her tongue in the proof of her labors as MJ came hard. She smiled, hoping that her idol remembered the pleasure she'd brought her when she wore her in the future.
Mary Jane tried to hold back, to look regal and commanding, but the climax Ava brought her to was just too powerful. Her head lolled back and her mouth opened almost of it's own accord. "Fuck! That's it!" she shouted. "That's perfect!" MJ panted. "You're perfect!" She finished as her pleasure started to recede.
Ava redoubled her efforts, encouraged by her idol's praise, bringing MJ back from the brink just to toss her into the abyss of another monstrous orgasm yet again.
MJ's hands were gripping the armrests of her throne so tightly she was almost afraid she'd break it. She'd never felt like this before! Not with any of her prior lovers. Ava was throwing everything into pleasing her, body and soul, and her dedication was bearing more than fruitful returns. Acting was the last thing on MJ's mind right then. It was all she could do not to black out from the pleasure Ava was bathing her in.
Whether minutes or hours, MJ couldn't tell how much time had passed when she finally came down. She'd cum so hard her cunt was sore and aching just from the effort alone.
Ava seemed thoroughly satisfied. Her face shining with her idol's sticky arousal, Ava looked like the cat that had finally caught the canary.
Of course the shoot wasn't over yet, they still needed a few more shots, but after what MJ just went through the rest of the shoot was honestly a bit of a blur.
It took until the director finally said "That's a wrap!" for MJ's brain to finally clear up.
Ava was already headed for the processing room just down the hall and MJ had to sprint naked through the studio just to catch up with her.
Of course Ava was already in the room by the time Mary Jane had caught up with her, and she wasn't there alone. Aside from an X-shaped frame that looked more like a sex toy than a textile machine, there were two technicians and a designer, a woman who Mary Jane had worked with before on the very shoot that had enticed Ava to her in the first place.
"Wait a second," MJ announced. "You can't just leave without saying goodbye."
"I already gave you a goodbye kiss," Ava joked. “Did you want another one?" she offered.
"No!" MJ replied. "No way! My body can only handle so much. I'm a fashion model not a porn star! I just… I had an idea and I wanted to share it with you?"
Ava's eyes scrunched up in confusion. In just a couple minutes she'd be snuffed. What sort of idea could possibly matter now?
"It's just… that story you told me? about you and Julie? It got me thinking. I have plenty of bras and panties. I even have a pair in the design you're planning on. But you know what I don't have? A one-of-a-kind girlskin corset."
Ava's eyes widened. She'd never expected this. Her mind flashed back to Julie from high school, to the blonde's aborted plans for her. It was tempting, oh so tempting.
"Can we do that?" she asked the designer.
"I don't see why not? I was told to follow your requests for design on this project. It might take an hour or two to get something sketched and approved, but you would certainly turn out just as beautiful as a corset as a lingerie set. What sort of Corset were you thinking of Ms. Watson?" The designer responded.
"Something simple yet sexy for the bedroom," MJ admitted. "With oval cut outs running down my sides and maybe around my navel so that you can see the contrast between me," Mary Jane paused indicating on her own naked body the parts she'd like visible, "and her," she finished, shifting her gaze to Ava.
Ava could see it in her mind's eye, a corset made of beautiful Latina-colored leather with large swaths of MJ's pale white skin visible beneath. It was sexy even in her imagination as she pictured Mary Jane's aroused sex peeking out from beneath the former petals of her own sex. It was undeniably attractive, and the thought of actually becoming the corset that Julie had promised she could be was incredibly enticing, but…
"You wouldn't be able to wear it outside," Ava noticed. "Not casually anyway. That isn't something you can wear with a set of jeans and a t-shirt."
MJ nodded. "True, but it is a lot sexier, isn't it?"
The choice in front of her was tempting. Girlskin was inherently sexy, but the garment her idol was proposing was something else entirely! It was something so sexy that after the shoot it would probably only be worn in private, only seen by MJ's most intimate of lovers… And that? that wasn't what Ava wanted.
"It's tempting, but…" Ava hesitated, "No. I want you to wear me constantly. I want to be the dirty little secret underneath your low-cut jeans. I want to be with you out in public, not just in your bedroom. I can't do that as a corset. Even a more rugged one is way too inconvenient for wearing every day. But a bra and panties? I could have worn Anya any day of the week! I'd be surprised if Julie doesn't have her on when she goes to work, or the gym…"
"You're sure?" MJ asked. She wasn't attempting to convince the other girl, just trying to make sure she went with the choice she wanted. It was after all the last choice that Ava would ever make.
"I am," Ava nodded firmly. As sexy as MJ's offer was, being worn, being enjoyed in public? In the end that was what Ava really wanted.
"It's a shame," MJ mused. "I know I'll probably enjoy you more often this way, but it would have been nice to have something special for the bedroom."
MJ's eyes traced her younger colleague's body from head to toe, trying to think of something that would fit.
"Maybe a pair of stockings?" MJ asked.
"I don't see why not," the designer admitted. "There's enough material there to make a set of stockings, a pair of gloves, even a belt if you want one."
An electric thrill ran down Ava's spine at the designer's announcement. Stockings? gloves? They were private, and almost certainly going to be used for sex, but there was nothing inherently hidden about them. She could just imagine her idol wearing her with a fancy dress to a cocktail party or a gala, or even threading a Ava-skin belt though her jeans, her fingers marveling over the soft supple Latina-leather.
It took Ava a second to realize that the voice that just spoke was her own. "That's what I want," she continued. "God, the thought of you wearing my legs like that… I ever even imagined it before but now? It's so incredibly sexy!"
"I can do that," the designer agreed. "I'll just need to get some measurements from Ms. Watson first."
Mary Jane looked at the designer motioning her into the next room to be measured for the additions to the outfit Ava had promised her, then she looked back at the trembling Latina in the middle of the room. Naked, shivering, and absolutely sopping wet; there was no doubt in MJ's mind that it would just take the slightest touch and Ava would go off like a cannon.
With mischief in her eyes Mary Jane stepped towards her soon-to-be clothes. "Just one last thing!" she called over her shoulder before turning back to the shorter duskier girl.
"I looked up girlskin before I did this shoot you know," Mary Jane whispered in the younger girl's ear. You're going to be waterproof," she continued. "I'm going to wear you every day for a week," She announced, plunging a pair of fingers into Ava's absolutely soaking wet cunt and rubbing her palm against her clit. "Every. Single. Day." MJ finished, pulling her fingers free and wiping them dry against the front of Ava's pussy, her fingernails lightly grazing the model's flesh as she pulled them free.
She pulled Ava into a fiery kiss, keeping her Latina lover from collapsing as her climax hit her, driving her thigh between Ava's legs to rub against her slit.
Ava was lost. She'd never had a kiss like this. She couldn't focus! She couldn't- She couldn't even stand!
Mary Jane pulled away and let Ava collapse into a boneless heap at her feet. "Something to remember me by," she offered, before turning away to follow the designer into her office. She hoped Ava enjoyed it. After hearing her fantasies, MJ suspected that a kiss like that would be a perfect final gift to her biggest fan.
A little less than a year after the fateful photo-shoot that had reignited her career and made her an overnight sensation, Mary Jane found herself at a gala. It was the opening for an exhibit on Girlskin fashion at the museum of modern art and every girlskin model had been invited. Well, those that had survived their shoots at least.
The second half of Mary Jane's lingerie shoot had been much less exciting. Ava fit her like a dream, and she felt every bit as comfortable and seductive as her former lover had described her high school friend feeling in their brief conversation, but without Ava's passion and penchant for lesbian sex it was just another modeling gig; the sexiest gig she'd ever taken to be sure, but still lacking that vital spark that Ava had provided. It was fun going through the exact same poses and expressions as in the first shoot, only this tine wearing Ava instead of fucking her, but as fun as it was it wasn't anywhere near the same level as having Ava as a co-star.
Not that Mary Jane would trade her new underthings to reverse that change! Ava fit her absolutely perfectly; and coming from a model who had plenty of bespoke lingerie to her name, that was saying something! She'd kept her promise to wear Ava every day for a week, it honestly wasn't that hard. Ava's skin breathed in a way that other leather simply didn't while still being light and comfortable. Ava's lower lips had ended up sewn together (a necessary precaution given the amount of paparazzi chasing after intimate pictures of her once more), but even so MJ felt like she was flashing the entire world while wearing Ava. It honestly wasn't an unpleasant thought at all anymore.
Ava had restarted her entire career. She was in vogue again, wanted by fashion designers and directors both for her bold and outrageous spirit. If it weren't for the girlskin garment currently cupping her privates, that would have been the greatest gift that Ava had ever given her.
Ava had been the first girl she'd taken to bed, but in the aftermath of the shoot she certainly wasn't the last. Several pretty young college-aged girls had practically dropped their panties in front of her, eager to partake, and Mary Jane didn't exactly refuse. Her gloves and stockings got almost as much use as her underwear did, and she'd lost count of the number of girls that upon seeing her arms covered from finger tip to shoulder in gorgeous Latina had asked her to spank or finger them. One or two girls even asked her to fist them! It did wonders to keep the leather nice and supple…
Of course, the belt had gotten just as much use as the rest of Ava combined, and a picture of MJ wearing it, and nothing else, was one of the most popular images of her circling around the internet. Girlskin had certainly been appreciative. A bra or a pair of panties can only be made from certain areas of a girl, but a belt? A single girl could yield a dozen belts, maybe more. And making a synthetic belt was even easier and cheaper. Girlskin's stock had skyrocketed after that, and they certainly couldn't seem to sing MJ's praises loudly enough, especially since her Ava-skin belt was her favorite accessory when she got dressed in the morning. They'd even reached out to her earlier this past week to see if she wanted to do another shoot and become an official girlskin spokes-model. They'd offered to hook her up with any model she wanted, and had made sure she knew that they'd be happy to keep her in genuine girlskin clothes if she wanted them, but they'd be just as happy to make her into genuine girlskin clothes if she preferred that as well.
Mary Jane was still considering it. She wasn't planning to become girlskin anytime soon, if ever, but the thought of having that corset she'd imagined Ava as was certainly tempting.
"You're Mary Jane Watson, right?" a female voice asked from her side.
Mary Jane turned to face it.
Standing there, in a gorgeous, clingy black evening gown was a beautiful young woman. Blonde-haired and blue-eyed the girl looked almost the same age as the former co-star that she was currently wearing had been before her demise. The girl had a beautiful weathered leather handbag in her hands, and resting against her breasts was a necklace with eight almost thumb-sized resin balls with something familiar floating inside them that Mary Jane couldn't quite place. The girl was stunning, her smile vibrant. She could have been a model, but Mary Jane couldn't say she recognized her.
"I am," MJ replied politely. She wasn't sure who the younger woman was, but it never hurt to be polite, and after Ava? Pretty younger women like her were definitely Mary Jane's type.
"I thought that was you!" the blonde bubbled eagerly, her clutch bouncing in her grip. "And those gloves… are those Ava Ayala?" she asked excitedly.
"They are," Mary Jane admitted, curious as to how the blonde recognized them. They were only in one picture from the photo-shoot, and it certainly wasn't anywhere near as popular as the picture of her in her Ava-skin belt, or the underwear shots. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?" MJ prompted.
"Oh! Right! Sorry, my bad. I'm Julie Power! I just got so excited because well, we match," Julie confessed, her enthusiasm mostly undimmed by MJ's gentle chiding.
"Match?" MJ asked wondering. They weren't wearing anything remotely alike. Julie was wearing a low-cut slinky black evening gown with shoulders and sleeves that descended to midway down her upper arm. Her arms were otherwise bare, and save for the purse clutched in her hands, a pair of diamonds in her ears, and the strange necklace resting just above her cleavage she lacked any accessories at all.
Mary Jane on the other hand was wearing a full bodied sleeveless red gown with a small set of straps, just large enough to cover the Ava-skin bra beneath them. Her legs, concealed though they were by her gown, bore her favorite stockings, and her shoulder-length gloves, as Ms. Powers had already observed, were from the same source as her stockings and undergarments. Her neck was bare, and her ears bore a pair of sparkling rubies in a platinum setting. Not a single garment was shared between the two of them.
"Oh! Right! I guess that does sound strange if you don't know whose handbag and necklace this is!" Julie realized. "It's Ava. We're both wearing her."
Mary Jane's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"
Julie frowned a bit. "Well, I bought her, at the charity auction a month after the shoot. When she told me she was actually going for it, I wanted to get the actual clothes from her shoot, but I guess you got there first?" Julie laughed. "But they weren't just going to sell nothing? It wouldn't be a very good charity auction with nothing on the block, after all. So instead of a bra and panties, or maybe a corset, they took Ava's womb and made it into this clutch!" Julie explained proudly.
"There were some other items. Signed photos, personal effects she donated, but I only won the handbag" Julie admitted. "Oh! And these too!" she added, fingering the resin beads at the center of her necklace.
"Those are Ava's?" Mary Jane asked. "What are they?"
"They're girlpearls!" Julie answered. "Resin-covered ovaries," She continued. "I didn't actually have Ava processed, so she's not a perfect fit for my necklace, but we were friends in high school, so I wanted to have her here anyway."
Then it hit MJ just who the girl in front of her was, she was Julie! Ava's Julie! The same girl that put Ava on the path that led beneath the dress that MJ was currently wearing!
"You're that Julie?" MJ asked aloud. "Ava mentioned you during the shoot!" she quickly added. "You and Anya are the reason she signed up for that shoot!"
Julie's eyes sparkled. "Really?" she asked excitedly. "I guess Ava does belong on my necklace after all!" she added happily.
Mary Jane stared at the necklace around the blonde's neck. There were eight beads, eight girlpearls on it. If each girl gave up two pearls, and each girl on the necklace had been processed for Julie's benefit, then that meant that other than Ava and Anya? The girl in front of her had gotten two other girls snuffed just to satisfy her taste in clothes.
"Who's on that necklace anyway?" Mary Jane asked, curious as to just what had gone into making the honestly somewhat gaudy piece of jewelry.
"Well, besides Ava? The first pearls came from a girl we went to high school with, Anya Corazon. She was my first, but… I guess you said that Ava already mentioned her?"
MJ nodded. "Not just her, your little private fashion show afterwards too, as well as what you asked her to give you as a graduation gift," MJ added with a knowing grin.
"Really?" Julie squeaked. "I never- That's! I can't believe she told you that!"
"I even asked her if she'd rather be a corset, just before she was processed.," Mary Jane admitted.
Julie's face as a deep, almost beet red. "God, I can't believe you know that! I… Um… anyway! These pearls are from my ex-girlfriend, Karolina Dean," Julie admitted trying to change the subject. "She was… She was kind of fascinated by Anya. Honestly I think Anya's the only reason she dated me. Then, on our one year anniversary, I was setting up this candle lit dinner for just the two of us and I got a knock on the door. It was a package, from Karolina. A brand new set of girlskin lingerie, even paler than I am, with a rainbow tattoo I recognized just below the back waistband and a unicorn on the top left cup of the bra!"
"It was her?" MJ asked.
"Either that or a very convincing replica. Delivered by a friend of Karolina's. A very pretty Asian goth girl named Nico. Apparently Karolina was worried I might need a little… attention, after getting her gift so she sent Nico with it so we could break it in together."
"And did you?" MJ wondered.
"Thoroughly," Julie admitted with a smile on her face at the memory. "It didn't really go anywhere though. We hooked up a couple times over the next few weeks, but I wasn't quite her type."
"And who does the last pair belong to?" Mary Jane asked with morbid curiosity.
"My college roommate, America Chavez." Julie admitted, blushing.
“Chavez? Another Latina?” Mary Jane asked, teasingly.
“Yeah. I mean…”
“You finally got that corset you were hoping for?” the redhead prompted playfully.
“God! Ava really told you everything, didn't she?” Julie pouted blushing. “I mean, I did. And as a graduation present too! College this time, not High School. She even paid for the processing!” Julie couldn't help but brag.
“Wow! How did you wrangle that?” Mary Jane asked, genuinely surprised.
“Well, after Nico and I… well, broke up isn't really the word? Stopped seeing each other, I guess? America came home early from classes and walked in on me. I had just gotten out of the shower and I was changing into my… I call them my white girl panties,” Julie blushed. “She'd seen them before but this time I was bending over and I don't think she had ever realized that unlike my Anya lingerie, the lips on these weren't sewn together. They were basically crotchless. Apparently that was a huge turn on for her?” Julie admitted, a familiar shade of red still tinging her cheeks. “I was getting dressed up to go out with some friends to a club nearby and… well, I never made it. Girlskin wasn't really America's thing, but well… I'm really into it. I kept dropping hints about what I wanted for graduation, I even told her about my encounter with Ava, and compared her to my Anya panties. America thought I wanted her to get a tattoo at first, actually. She- It's kind of funny actually but she thought given my taste in lingerie that I must attracted to girls with tattoos,” Julie admitted. “I mean, I am. But that wasn't what I was hinting at,” Julie clarified.
“Honestly it was a total surprise! I'd given up on hinting a couple of months before graduation. I was sure America wasn't interested! Then, maybe a week before graduation, America took me out to dinner at this really fancy restaurant and told me she was really into me and that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with me, but she kind of thought that I felt like she was just a college fling. Which, I mean, I liked her, but… she wasn't exactly wrong? I wasn't in love with her. Not yet, anyway?” Julie confessed.
“America told me that she didn't want to lose touch with me after college, and that she didn't want to imagine life without me there, so, she offered me a choice. With one hand she pushed a small velvet box forward and offered me a ring, and in the other, she had a folded up advertisement for the local Girlskin shop. There was a sale going on; half off custom orders, but it ended that same week. She wanted me to enjoy her,” Julie admitted, “and if I wasn't ready to live my life with her, then at least she could give me that graduation present I always wanted.”
Mary Jane's eyes were wide with shock. That was… That was unbelievable! Even Ava wasn't… well, actually, that kind of was what Ava did with her, wasn't it? Just… without the choice, and for a total stranger. Put like that? America's actions seemed a lot more reasonable, and romantic.
“And what did you do?” Mary Jane asked, her eyes flicking to the necklace around Julie's throat. They both already knew the ending of the story, but Mary Jane wanted to know how they got there.
“There wasn't a lot of time to decide,” the younger blonde confessed. “The sale had been going on the whole month, but it ended the next day. I think America planned it that way, she didn't want to wait on an answer, she was always sort of impatient like that. I slept on it that night. Actually slept. After the bombshell America dropped on me I needed to be alone with my thoughts.”
“And what did you decide?” Mary Jane asked, softly. This was clearly a tender issue for the girl in front of her, and… Mary Jane didn't want to tread on old wounds.
“Well I, I didn't love her. Not like that. She was a great friend, and the best roommate and an absolutely amazing lover, but… I wasn't in love with her,” Julie explained. “I had asked her the night before if those were the only two options, marriage or graduation present, and America had told me those were it. Her parents had died before she graduated high school, so she didn't really have anyone else in her life to hold onto. She wanted to be with me; one way, or the other.”
“What happened next?” MJ asked quietly.
“Well, I told her my choice over breakfast. Waffles and eggs. I told her that I really liked her, but I wasn't in love with her. That it might happen in the future, but I couldn't give any guarantees. She smiled and told me 'I thought It might be something like that. We should get going,' she added. 'I already booked our appointment for noon.'”
“So the marriage was really just a-”
“Just a shot in the dark, yeah. She thought maybe she'd get lucky. You know she even offered to stop at a tattoo parlor on the way over? Offered to get a little American flag tattoo anywhere I wanted cause I liked them so much.”
“Did you take her up on it?” Mary Jane asked.
“No,” Julie admitted. “There wasn't enough time. Even if they got the tattoo done in time for her appointment there wouldn't be enough time for her to heal.”
Julie took a deep breath. “Anyway, we got to the shop about an hour early. The greeter ushered us into the back room and we sat down in… I guess it was sort of a lobby? They had a catalogue on one of those tablet computers. Only the catalogue was all corsets, and the design was all America. Apparently she'd sent pictures ahead almost a month in advance so they could work out a few designs. She'd even paid extra for it. She didn't have any use for the money after all, 'corsets can't exactly spend it,' was what she told me. I still have a copy of the catalogue on my computer at home, they sent it to me in an email when I picked my new corset up.”
“How did it go?” MJ asked.
“Well, actually? Once we picked a style out that I liked, it was pretty straight forward,” Julie explained. “We told the receptionist our choice, they ushered her though the door and told me to pick her up in a few days. America kissed me and told me not to worry, everything was already paid for. I guess she knew what I was going to pick even before I did. I looked it up on my own a few weeks later and a Corset cost almost as much as half a semester's tuition at our school, she must have cut the cost down a bit by giving them the rest of her to use however they wanted because I passed by the shop just after graduation and they had these absolutely incredible thigh high Latina-leather boots in the window that looked suspiciously familiar.”
“And… was she everything you wanted?” MJ asked, her heart beating a bit faster despite herself.
“She's exactly how I imagined Ava would feel back in high school,” Julie affirmed. “I got her the day before Graduation. She's still a perfect fit. Her dark tits cup mine better than she ever had when she was alive, and the way her sex presses against mine with every step I take? It's absolutely incredible. Her cunt unfolds like a flower beneath me when I get aroused enough, and just putting her on feels like the warmest most wonderful hug I've ever experienced. I miss her, but… I definitely didn't make the wrong choice,” Julie finished with a smile.
Mary Jane wondered if Julie was as good a lover as Ava was. She looked at the clock on the wall. It was getting pretty late. The party was almost over and… there really wasn't anything stopping her from finding out now, was there? And, Girlskin did send that offer earlier… They said she could have any girl she wanted processed, provided they agreed. Maybe Julie would like to join her friends once they were done? There was only one way to find out.
"You know, earlier, I think I caught a glimpse of your bra strap. Is it America Chavez you're wearing beneath that dress tonight?” MJ asked sultrily. “Or is it Anya Corazon?"
“I… um-” Julie's mind seemed to have blanked. She hadn't had the same level of devotion as Ava had to her in high school, but that didn't mean she didn't find Mary Jane Watson incredibly attractive. And… well, she certainly wasn't expecting her to be this forward! “It's… It's Anya,” she confessed.
“I'm wearing Ava myself,” Mary Jane replied.
“Can- Can I see her?” Julie asked nervously.
“Not right here,” Mary Jane replied. “But if you want to follow me home? I think we can both slip into something… a bit more comfortable.”
Julie nodded her assent, and the pair left the party, together.
Wonderful concept, thanks for bringing this to life!
Glad you liked it! t was a lot of fun to write too!