Synopsis: Jenny gets the girls to Exhibit a bit for Halloween. Some of the reactions displease Sharla and it turns into a fiasco.

 

Sisters of Raven Square

by Misty Dawn and Christy Lake

Part 08: Halloween

 

"I wonder where he got the nickname of Pickle?"

"Oh, Come on, Sharla! You promised!" Jenny whined, and then stamped her foot petulantly. "You already said you'd go!" The event was the biggest and closest thing to a real Social Event this mid-western community offered. She'd been forced to live here while attending City Bluffs University. She hated the community, the college, the people; Jenny felt it was backwoods, with a backwoods mentality! The people in this area knew, or cared, nothing at all of the Social Graces. Still, she intended attending as it was better than staying at home. Gods and Goddess I wish I was back home in Vermont!

The Halloween Costume Party and Open Costume Contest, hosted by Beacon Basin Mall would begin in five hours! Scarcely enough time for me to bathe and dress! Damn, Sharla is such a bitch at times! There is absolutely nothing wrong with these costumes, and she said she would go, and that she would wear what I chose!

With a small sense of satisfaction, Jenny watched as Naomi nodded briskly and signed empathetically, <You did promise!> The Native American signed, using American Sign Language (ASL).

Then she felt a wave of dread bordering on outright fear fill her as the redhead glared hotly at her and Naomi. It seemed the tall redhead was being extremely moody and even touchy about certain things the past few weeks. Huummmpph, I bet she's just jealous cuz she didn't think of them! Just wish I could tell them I conjured them and invested them with an 'I'm nude under' spell. Ghad, they'll be so envious hen they find out I'm a witch!

"Maybe I did agree to go to this party, but I never said I would go naked!" She signed as she spoke, the way she had been doing any time Naomi was with them.

<You will not be naked,> the Native American returned in sign.

Though she was not about to let it bother her, she knew this costume was not Sharla's deepest concern; this was not about wearing the almost-too-revealing costume. But, even Naomi, who seemed less conservative than Sharla, had said she'd gone to the extreme with the selection. Well, if you got it, flaunt it! And I do 'got it'! And so do both of them!

<And you did agree to abide by Jenny's selection.> Naomi continued in ASL.

"Damn it, Sharla, none of us are gonna be naked. In fact, we will be wearing more clothing than we normally wear to class or in the dorm...especially in the dorm." growled Jenny, who made no attempt to use ASL. It was not at all lady-like to wave one's hands about while speaking. "Most of the time anyway," she amended almost under her breath.

"Just what's that supposed to mean, Jenny?"

"Usually, in the dorm at any rate, Sharla, you rarely wear more than a thong and those high heel slip-ons you love so!"

Sharla automatically translated for Jenny, doing so without really thinking about it, the Blonde realized. What is it with those two? They seem hell bent to share every word spoken to, or by, either of them!

Grinning broadly, Naomi signed quickly, <She is right, you know.>

It was true. Most of the girls on campus, these three included, wore only tank tops or halter tops or tee shirt, and jeans or skirt to classes. Most of the girls didn't even bother with underwear at all. Though as it was turning a bit cool, pantyhose was popular underwear. A few die-hards, such as Jenny, Naomi, and Sharla, continued to wear shorts on the warmer of the cooler autumn days, trusting to their pantyhose to provide a bit of warmth for the legs. A bit of chill air was a small deterrent to the proper display of a great pair of legs.

Shaking them gently, making the silken garments rustle, Jenny held three hangers with three different colors of an extremely sheer Roman-style mini-toga in one hand. "These are Muse costumes. They represent the first three muses, Melete, Mneme, and Aoede." In the other, clasped lightly between slim, elegant fingers were three packages containing flesh-colored Danskins. On the bed behind her were three familiar "eggs" containing sheer-to-waist nude-tone pantyhose, and three pair of very fashionable "Scuffs"; a sort of soft slipper akin to a ballet slipper, but with a hard sole. The very pale cream color of the Scuffs would add to the illusion of nudity. The illusion that they would be naked under the togas had been deliberately created on Jenny's part. She didn't dare mention the fact that in ancient Rome only female slaves wore this style tunic. Nor was she going to tell her that those slaves were not allowed any sort of undergarment.

"Yours is the green for Melete or Meditation, Sharla. Naomi gets the red for Mneme or Memory. I get the blue for Aoede or Song." The colors had been very deliberately selected as well, to enhance each of the girl's natural colorings.

"As if . . ." Sharla snipped as she reached forth with obvious reluctance. The color would draw attention to her green eyes and display her red hair dramatically, to say nothing of showing off her great set of legs, too.

In the depths of her mind Jenny wondered if it had occurred to Sharla that this was just another one of the challenges Jenny was throwing at her with ever-increasing regularity. This was prompted by a pique of jealousy she felt of late. It seemed to Jenny that Sharla and Naomi were always together and including her less and less. She thought that it was because she was spending so much of her time with guys of late, Karl in particular since she had finally given in and allowed him to have his way with her. That she loved it was obvious to one and all.

When Sharla went to her dresser and took out a pale pink sports bra and matching too-tiny bikini panty, Jenny said, "No underwear. Panty lines will spoil the effect, Sharla."

Spinning to face her, glaring hotly, the redhead grated, "Jen, you may do as you damn well please in this, or anything you choose to do, any other time, but I WILL NOT appear in public wearing that . . . sheer nonsense, and nothing else!"

The sheer force of her words, accompanied by a wave of hostile emotion caused Jenny to back up several steps. The amply endowed girl's breasts, free of restraint under a pink unicorn tee, actually bobbled as she flinched away from the emotional storm. Though the redhead had not laid a hand on her, it had felt as if she had physically pushed Jenny backwards.

The red haired beauty snapped her head sharply toward Naomi. Though she knew the girl was unable to make even the simplest vocal sound, it seemed to Jenny like the girls were shouting at one another. No, it was more like they were reading each other's mind, or something.

<I will be right there beside you.> Naomi finally signed, slowly and clearly, <I will not leave your side,>

Bravely daring a brief smile, Jenny nodded agreement. It was the first time in their relationship she had been cowed by the Amazon and she didn't like it…not one damn bit!

Suddenly sagging slightly, as though tired of arguing, Sharla said softly, "This is too much!" then moved, almost staggering, towards the bath. "I need to take a bath and think about this."

<I know> Naomi signed, answering. <Go on, I will bring in your costume in a few minutes.> She indicated her intentions in ASL.

Jenny misunderstood Sharla's meaning completely, thinking Sharla meant she had to think about the so sexy Roman mini-toga costume, and wearing it to the party. "Perhaps I really shouldn't expect the others to go without underwear, just cuz I intend to do so? Darn it though, she has been acting a bit priggish about showing off that fab bod lately! Wonder if she really is going to quit Turnbulls? That costume she wears! Those just too sexy, skin-tight short-shorts and too-snug tee shirts! Those long thick nipples of her sure stand out! Too bad she's so small breasted though. Still, I imagine she turns on a lot of men." She spoke to no one, as Naomi could not hear her, and the redhead was already out of the room.

With a small nod and a tight smile at her, Naomi followed as Sharla dragged herself into the bathroom and began running a tub, using a liberal helping of bubble bath and oil beads. Without conscious effort, she lay back in the tub and drew from her green crystal reservoir enough energy to return her to full strength.

"I've a feeling it's gonna be a long night!" sighed Jenny as she scooped up her costume and went to Naomi's room to bathe and dress because hers was full of Sharla and Naomi..

*****OoooO*****

Soft Autumn breeze played about three pairs of long, very shapely, positively female legs, shaped into exquisite forms of pulchritude by many hours of aerobic exercise, running, walking between classes. Legs enhanced by nude-tone, sheer-to-waist, sandal foot pantyhose. While the trio of coeds paused at the curb after exiting the door, Jenny turned slightly towards the cab. It was moving slowly away to join others in a line at the handy "hack stand" a short distance from the main entrance of Beacon Basin Mall. She bent slightly forward; in hopes the cute 'hunk of a driver' would glance back over his shoulder and see her wave.

Predictably the errant breeze picked up the top-of-the-thigh hem of her soft silk, near-see-through garment and flipped it up over her back, baring her shapely backside to the waist. The thong back of the Danskin drew the pantyhose deep into the cleft between her buns. This thong-back bodysuit added to the illusion of their nudity, just as she had known it would. Guys will be drooling over all three of us all night! "He's cute! I wonder where he got the nickname of Pickle?"

Sharla chuckled and as she read the translation Naomi emitted a series of hiccoughs that served her as laughter. "Oh, quit moonin'im an' com'on. I need a Dew... bad!" she snapped as she slapped Jenny across one pleasingly plump, perfectly displayed buttock.

"Ouch! That hurt! Why did you hit me?"

"Because you're displaying yourself!" The redhead's hands fluttered as she signed both sides of the brief exchange for Naomi. There was no reason to tell Jenny she and Naomi no longer needed sign. "Because you're inviting a cats after me!" she said, trying to lighten the admonishment.

"Damn it, what's wrong with me showing off a little? You do it all the time!"

"Jen, there is a big difference showing off and blatantly advertising!" The 'I'm nude under' spell was working perfectly, if the eyes and reactions of passersby was any sort of barometer.

"Sometimes you can be a real bitch, Sharla," she laughed. Damn her and those slurs she keeps making! Just because I enjoy sex! I think she needs a good hard fuck!

"And sometimes, you let the blonde bimbo out." Sharla did NOT laugh. She moved rapidly toward the revolving door and the interior of the mall. "Come on, the Dew is gonna dry up!" She could see the spell on the costumes, but appearing as if naked was not the problem bothering her, Her problem was her reaction to the things she saw in men's, and some women's, minds.

While the girls went through the registration process they were complimented by several men occupying the chairs behind the registration table on the "uniqueness" of their costumes.

These 'compliments' caused Jenny to beam and Naomi to blush while Sharla fumed. It was impossible to ignore the men's hot, lusty looks, the knowing the sordid acts they imagined with her and the other girls. With but a small amount of imagination Jenny was able to conjure their mind's images and almost hear their thoughts. This power over the male she now had thrilled her to the core.

"See there," crowed Jenny softly as the three Muses, in slave girl costumes, made their way from the area marked "Registration" towards a much larger area cordoned off, by the sort of velvet rope barriers found in theater lobbies, designated as "The Beacon Basin Halloween Disco". "Those guys all thought our costumes were unique."

"It was just their way of saying they could not find the proper words to express just how downright sexually explicit these costumes are," snapped Sharla as they found a table and sat down near the dance floor.

Thinking their show of affection a little blatant, Jenny nevertheless held her tongue while Naomi sought Sharla's hand and held it firmly under the table, Goddess, are they so certain their actions will go un-noticed? It was more obvious Sharla and the Shaman-in-training had a thing going when Sharla smiled at Naomi and returned the pressure and then nodded slowly. Or is it they just don't care what others think of them?

To Jenny's surprise, Naomi touched Sharla's cheek with a fingertip, and then her lips and once more it seemed to her the two were communicating somehow. It was too much for the blonde. "I'll get us something to drink!" Nah, they can't read minds. That's impossible.

Neither of the girls seemed to notice when she had left the table. Goddess, they are so wrapped up in one another they don't know, or just don't care, what's going on around them! While she stood in the queue-up at the food stand, wondering if Naomi and Sharla were lovers, she heard her name called and turned to see some of the guys from her Statistics class. They were moving enmasse towards her. She had 'been' with all four at one time or another. "Hey guys, what's up?" she asked while getting her order from the counterperson.

"Not much, babe. You here all alone?" One of the boys, an older one, Biff she thought his name was, seemed to have taken it on his self to be their spokesman, she assumed, as he was the only one who spoke, asked in a hopeful tone.

"No, I've some friends with me. Why?" She knew the 'why' she just wanted to make him suffer a bit. Experience had taught her the value of teasing. Though not much as far as dates, these guys were great vessels.

"Hey, that's great! We can get in some dancing!" He then gave her a deliberately wolfish grin. "And maybe a little action later on?"

"Maybe," she smiled back at them. Jenny was not one to allow an opportunity to slip away. Since she had become a second level initiate, she had sought The Essence of Power as much as possible. "Why don't you come back to the table with me and we'll see what comes up."

The mood of the moment Naomi and Sharla was sharing was shattered when Jenny returned with the tray heaped with Dew and dogs. "There are some guys from my Stats class here, and they want to dance! And I told them we wouldn't mind a dance or three."

Four young men, two younger and two older, were behind and to Jenny's right. It looked as though Sharla recognized the younger two. She's probably seen them somewhere on campus and is trying to recall it.

One of the older guys thrust a huge, beefy hand out towards Sharla. "Hey babe, let's dance!" The other older guy shoved Sharla as he reached down and grabbed Naomi's hand.

The blonde started as Sharla said, "No thanks! I am in no mood to dance right now."

Then, as his hard hand touched hers and jerked her to her feet, Sharla left her chair in unbound fury. The Amazonian redhead jerked her hand from his and sent it flying, flat-palmed against his startled cheek. When she slapped his cheek, the guy suddenly looked very surprised. Jenny gasped.

The scantily clad blonde looked on in a state of utter shock. "That boy did nothing to bring that on!" Do she and Naomi really hate men so much? Damn this backwoods mentality that reduces everything to an act of violence!

"Sharla, what're you doing?" cried Jenny an instant later. The boy had crumpled, his legs spread wide, his doubled over body sliding swiftly backwards across the smooth floor to come to rest as a tangle of arms and leg akimbo, lodged partially under a now overturned table amid flying chairs and spilt drinks and other stuff; half-eaten hotdogs, potato chips, even a couple of purses. The expression on his face as he gasped for breath was of utter amazement, disbelief and wonder.

While chaos ensued, Naomi somehow managed to keep her cool and began herding Jenny and Sharla out of the disco area. Jenny shook her hand off, "Our purses!" she shouted, indicated the items with a frantic wave—her gold card was in that bag, and there was a sale starting tomorrow—and returned to the table where the remaining three guys still stood, mouths agape.

"Sorry guys, not tonight. Another time, I promise! Tell Biff, or whatever his name is, that I am sorry, huh?" She pointed at the boy on the floor and snatched up their three purses then hurried to catch up with her friends.

The blonde began moving rapidly toward the entrance. That all-too-familiar look of utter exhaustion-threatening–to-overcome contorted her friend's beauty into a mask bordering on ugly. Whatever it was that caused this was dragging Sharla to her knees even as Naomi stood at the curb holding her in her arms, waving over an idle taxi from the nearby stand.

When they had all settled into the backseat of the cab, Naomi hiccoughed a laugh and signed, <Hey, we never did get our Dew!>

Sharla joined in the laugh as she quickly recovered from her anxiety attack. Jenny didn't think it was one damned bit funny and said so. It never occurred to her to wonder how a mere slap had sent that boy half way across the area on his butt, or even to ask why she had sent him flying. All she could think of the incident was that it had not helped her on campus image one little bit. Those boys would spread the story all over campus and… Damn, Sharla certainly does not like men much, I guess. Damn, she's even laughing about it now! Anxiety attacks my ass! She just doesn't like men!

*****OoooO*****

Following the Halloween Fiasco, Jenny and Sharla drifted apart while it seemed Sharla and 'that Indian' drew ever closer. While they continued to be roommates and friends, they just were not tight anymore. Jenny saw Sharla falling a part bit by bit, but as the redhead would not confide in her, Jenny was really unable to help. She spent more and more time with sensual Aunt Sheila and sexy Karl, and other boys, learning her 'craft and extracting the too delicious male Essence in her effort to gain more of The Power. When she returned to the dorm following a weekend of extractions, she could almost feel the ability flowing in her very bones. The Power was exhilarating!

When they returned home to Burlington for the Thanksgiving break, Jenny was quite surprised to find she was being 'farmed out' for the duration. It seemed Aunt Sheila had made a prior commitment that would take all her time and Jenny would have to stay with Janet and her new student, Sarauk. For some reason Sheila seemed impressed with the Egyptian and one the last night they were to be in Burlington, took Sarauk out while Janet had Jenny poring over tomes and learning new methods to cast old spells.

 

The End of Part 08, Year 1, the Raven Square Story, in the Sharla Winslowe Universe – Part 09 next.

  

  

  

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