The apartment was in utter chaos. The door was open to the street so that anyone, known or unknown, could walk in and have a drink. Sheri spotted Kit in the back of the crowded room and made her way through the hands that kept gabbing cunt and ass. The redhead hugged her and kissed her as she pulled them back into the bedroom and closed the door. She shuddered in relief as she turned to the girls.
"Whew!" she panted. "I'm glad you gills came by. It gives me a chance to get out of that mob for a few minutes. Hey! Why aren't you in costume?"
"We didn't bring anything," Marianne answered. "Think you could help us out?"
"No problem," the redhead answered. Kit walked to a closet and began pulling out hangers with all sorts of strange outfits on them. "These, I've accumulated over the years," she told them.
She tossed a pair of black stage-hose at Sheri, then black bikini panties of glistening satin. Next came a skimpy black bra. "Get those on," she told the girl. "I'll find you a head-dress to go with it. Oh, and try these boots." The glittering boots were followed by a sheath and sword. "You might hang this around those hips," Kit laughed. "At least you'd look like you had some protection."
Sheri hesitated. This outfit in the streets would be an open invitation to rape, wouldn't it? Damn! Display her body in this set of bra and panties and she'd have to be ready for more than the constant feel-ups that had been going on already. She looked up at the red-haired woman with her resistance written on her face.
"Oh, don't be so stuffy!" Kit laughed. "Just don't get out of this block. That way we came come defend you if you need help."
"Come on!" Marianne urged. "I dare you!"
Her eyes sparkled at Sheri. The blonde shrugged and walked to the dresser. She slowly slipped out of her sweater and slacks. Bra and panties followed. She turned around to see what Marianne might have had selected for her voluptuous body. No way they could let the brunette try to get all of her tits into any outfit as skimpy as the one supplied Sheri, no one that had been designed to fit the slender redhead. The blonde gasped as she saw a man's face peering around the door and watching her. She realized that even turning back away wouldn't help. The mirror was just behind her. That's what the bastard had been doing! He'd been looking at her tits and pussy in the mirror as she undressed!
"What the hell you looking for, buddy?" she snarled.
Kit looked up and saw him. The red-haired woman stepped to the door and slammed it, almost catching his head in it. She turned back to Sheri and smiled.
"That's the way it goes at Carnival," she laughed. "No privacy, even in your own bedroom."
Sheri didn't feel like taking it so lightly. Damn the man, anyway! Then she began to laugh at herself. Shit! Last night she was running around the apartment naked as a jaybird. Why complain because some man peeped in the bedroom today while she was dressing? For all she knew, he could be one of the men at the party last night. Hell, he may have fucked her during the round robin. The young blonde felt ashamed of her sudden prudishness. She shrugged her shoulders at Kit and looked over at Marianne. Then she really began to laugh.
The brunette was wearing tight shorts that towed her ample ass magnificently. Her enormous topside was partially covered with a peculiar sort of vest, the kind worn by priests. The narrow black material hung from a priest's collar and covered part of her jugs. The remainder of the great tits were lusciously visible around the sides. A brunette was perched jauntily on Marianne's head. Sheri had to grab hold of the edge of the dresser as she laughed hysterically. The brunette was magnificently funny in that outfit.
"We thought it would be nice for the two of you to go as saint and sinner," Kit told her. "As soon as you get dressed, I'll make your face up as Satan. The two of you ought to attract plenty of attention. Perhaps you'll even get your pictures on TV. You'll sure be the sexiest pair out there."
"I thought the parades were almost over," Sheri commented as she began to pull the hose up her legs. "We've just come from Rex. Isn't Comus the last of the parades?"
"Last of the society part of Mardi Gras," Kit answered. "Now the people take over. The real Carnival is just ready to begin. They'll be selecting the 'Queen of Carnival' right down Dumaine at Bourbon in a while. The real 'Queen'. This one won't be some society girl from the blue noses. This one will be a bonafide queen, queer as they come. After that the 'People's Parade' will start right there on Chartres and wind through the Quarter. Carnival is only just beginning."
Sheri slipped the satin bikini on and stood in front of the minor while Kit fastened the skinny wisp of a bra about her. A cape of filmy black lace was attached to her neck and allowed to drape over her shoulders and down to her ass. The material was almost transparent, not concealing anything. It merely gave a dark, seductive film over her heaving tits. They hung the scabbard and sword over her hips, adjusting the silver chain so that it hung low and sensuous against her thigh.
"Your phallic symbol." Kit laughed, patting the sword. She had found a headdress suitable for the blonde and set the dramatic collection of jet-black feathers on Sheri's head. "Now let's see the two of you together," she laughed as she turned the blonde around and made a few minor adjustments.
Marianne's eyes told Sheri what the brunette thought of the wild costume. They waited impatiently while Kit got her make-up kit and began working on the young girl's face. The redhead emphasized the sharp lines and blended over the softness. Sheri felt a shock as she turned back to view the woman's work in the mirror. She would hardly have recognized herself. She looked evil! She looked seductive, sexy, luscious and absolutely wicked! Her body tingled at her appearance. She turned and let Kit usher the two of them through the living-room party. The redhead held them at the door for a moment as Roy joined them.
"You girls stay close by," he cautioned. "The way you look I want you for myself. Anyone give you too much trouble, scream out and we'll be out to help you."
The girls smiled their thanks and stepped out into the street. The gay community was preparing for its part of the festival. Richly robed men wore walking along, their hair done up in unbelievable fashion. Jewelry glittered from the hair. Sequins sparkled on the elaborate robes. Some of their headdress was well up to the second floor of the buildings as they marched slowly along the street. The two girls stood and gaped at the twisting young attendants for each of them.
"I can't believe it!" Sheri gasped. "I've never seen anything like this! They really are? I mean, they are actually…"
"Gay?" the brunette laughed. "Absolutely. You think anyone else would have the guts to wear such outfits?"
The gays weren't the only ones wearing dramatic costumes. The girls nudged each other and laughed at a well-endowed woman approaching them. She was wearing a very chic, almost tailored long gown. She had, however, cut two large holes in the front and had stuck her tits through them. The man accompanying her was wearing a white tie and tails. As the couple passed them, the girls doubled over in laughter. The man had cut the seat completely out of his pants. He wasn't even wearing shorts underneath. They roared with laughter at the way his sparkling white buttocks glistened through the great circles cut into the tails of the formal coat. They watched the other spectators watch the couple, watched the men eye the luscious tits while the couple were approaching them, watched the hysterical double-take as the man's bare ass flashed by.