Chasing a Celebrity by TheSamMoose
Another story by TheSamMoose and involving the same characters as the previous one. This time, Andrea and Markus are on their challenge to transform a huge Hollywood star into a skinsuit and having some fun with them. This story involves all kinds of skinsuit shenanigans, and this time also comes with wearing multiple skinsuits at the same time.
Like mentioned in other posts, I love the idea of layering stuff, and this does also extend to skinsuits.
Chasing a Celebrity (WebArchive
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The Corner Café was quite calm this time of morning. 9 am and only the few lucky ones that lacked a 9 to five job were there, relaxing in the rays of morning sunlight. Among them was Patrique Oldwater, a young, vibrant woman that was busy rummaging through her handbag, looking for her wallet to pay her bill. She had her blonde hair in a straight tall line , with a face full of life to compensate It was a good thing that she wasn't very observant because if she had been she'd have noticed the goth teenager closely observing her every move from across the room. A frail looking girl, with9 snow white skin and way too much dark eyeshadow. Patrique was lost in her own cute mind as she slammed a few dollar bills on the counter before taking a left into the bathroom. Like a shadow, the goth girl followed far enough behind not to be noticed. Patrique opened her purse, once again stumbling through it completely lost in thought. The Goth girl entered the room, the eyes that bulged out just a bit too far from her face scanning across it all. The target was alone. Perfect.
Within one moment Patrique Oldwater collapsed forward as her skin deflated. Without skipping a beat the goth girl walked up to the deflated skinsuit and set of clothes that lay there. The Goth Girl, or Darka, as they'd taken to calling her picked up the deflated skinsuit, dragging it, its clothes and the purse into a toilet. She put it down on the toilet cover draped across it all. She rummaged through the skinsuit's pocket, pulling out her ID and car keys, stuffing it in her own jeans. Darka pressed the skinsuit inside the purse, making sure all of it was inside and non-visible. One final check around the cramped room that she had left nothing behind. With a devilish smirk on her face, and a stuffed purse that was far too cheery for her look, Darka left the café with a confident smile. Act like you belong, and no one questions you.
She walked up to the small French car that belonged to the woman stuffed in her own purse, unlocked it while looking up just where their first target and their second target lived together...
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