Shirley, Leslie, and Theresa did their best not to cringe, while Shannon and Didi both gasped at the appearance of the two, a man and woman, both obviously older than everyone else, maybe in their late twenties or early thirties.
The man was fairly plain looking, though he wore a large trenchcoat.
But it was the obvious opinion of all five girls that the woman looked absolutely, grotesquely terrible!
Her hair was pulled back over her scalp to hang in long waves down the whole of her back. The skin of her shallow face appeared to be stretched, too, like shed had some failed plastic surgery. Her eyes and lips and cheeks were slathered over with makeup, the only purpose of which could be to disturb onlookers. Her skin was actually tanned, leaving it in sharp contrast with Didis pale face.
Meanwhile, her body, a thin as a twig, was outfitted with a piece of black cloth that was sewn into what had to be the smallest dress ever! It clung to her body like a skin, two narrow straps leading from her shoulders, over apparently nonexistent breasts, to her waist, where they joined into a skirt that did not even cover the bottom of her rear end. A pair of deep brown sandals were strapped around her feet. Her deeply tanned body (and they could see most of it) was so skinny as to be almost skeletal, which deeply disturbed all four of the onlookers.
Apparently unaffected by their responses to her, the woman moved purposefully towards Didi, who shrank as far as she could into the sofa, her eyes wide with horror as she looked on. "Oh, this is just so exciting," she said in a powerfully sassy expression. "I want to hear all about you, Didi. Where does that name come from?" She squatted in front of the frightened girl, which caused her skirt to slide up even higher. She was not wearing a thread of cloth underneath. From where they sat, the four girls had a clear view of her spread ass-cheeks and a thick thatch of pubic hair below it. Even at that distance they coul... Læs hele novellen
