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From: jimmy@jimmy-hat.com (Jimmy Hat)
Subject: {ASSM} Glows in the Dark 2/3 (MF rom toys)  
Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2001 23:10:05 -0400
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TWO 

"Are you sure this is fine with you?" Stanton asked. 

"Yes, I'm sure, Stanton. Like I said, you were right, I was
wrong. I dragged you up here for this, at least you should get
dinner out of it." 

"Don't sound so defeatist, Maytag. You're going to this strip
club by yourself now. Enjoy." 

"I'm only going to wrap this thing up," Maytag protested. "This
is about closure." 

"Uh-huh," Stanton said with a wink. "Well, you can keep your
closure going until closing time, if you want. I'll get Neil to
drive me back to the inn." She stepped out of the car. "See you
later." 

"See you later, Stanton," Maytag called back to her. She closed
the door and walked up the steps. He waited until the door opened
and then drove off to the bar. 

Stanton could say all she wanted, all Maytag wanted to do was
find Starr, and verify Neil's story. Once he did that, it would
be back to the room to type up the case notes and then get to
sleep. 

The bar was a dump. Smoked glass mirrors lined most of the walls,
and fake wood paneling filled the gaps. Men sat at the bar,
hunched over mugs of beer, watching a girl in a sequined thong
sway her shoulders in time to 70s guitar rock. The mustached
bartender wore a flannel shirt with the sleeves torn off to
reveal beefy arms. "What can I get you?" he asked Maytag. 

"Is Starr working tonight?" 

"No." 

"I need to contact her," Maytag said. 

"Uh, yeah, hold on a second." The bartender walked away. He
returned with a small, balding man wearing large tortoise-shell
glasses. The man introduced as the owner and asked if something
was wrong. 

"Nothing's wrong," Maytag said. "I just need to ask her some
questions." 

"She's legal," the man said. "I can assure you of that." 

"I'm sure she is," Maytag said. "But I have a couple of questions
for her and for you. Starting with her address and phone number.
If you cooperate, I'll be on my way." 

His way led to a red brick apartment building on a secondary
road. Using the intercom system, he buzzed the unit number he had
been given. 

"Hello?" it was a woman's voice, distorted by the intercom. 

"Agent Gerald Maytag, FBI. I have a few questions, nothing
serious." 

"So I've been told. Come on up." 

She kept the chain on the door while Maytag showed her his
identification. When she was satisfied, she let him into the
apartment. 

"Miss Pearson," he began. 

"Call me Starr," she said, sitting down. She looked like any
number of young women in their twenties: fit, smooth skin, long
brown hair held up with a banana clip. There was nothing to
indicate she danced at a go-go bar, and there was nothing in her
modest apartment to mark her of interest to the FBI. 

"Starr, I want to ask you about the article Neil Farrier wrote
about you." 

"Who?" 

"Neil Farrier. Do you remember the article in the Steeple Times
about your act?" 

"Yeah, sure. That was just a joke. It's just an act." 

"I see." Maytag held a pen and pad, and took notes. 

"Are you here for that? You don't think any of that was true, do
you? Radioactive and all that shit?" 

"The owner said he won't let you do the show anymore. Why is
that?" 

"Well, he will, but he won't pay me for it. Not proper, anyway.
That paint costs money, and he wants me to pay for it." 

"So it is just paint?" Maytag asked. 

"Paint and special make-up." She held up her hand and twiddled
her fingers in the air. The nails were painted a pale off-white. 

"And the expense is the reason he won't let you perform this
act?" 

"Well, that and the you vee," Starr said. 

"I beg your pardon?" 

"The black light, the ultraviolet light. Some of the other girls
in the club don't like it because they have cheap dye jobs and it
makes their hair glow." 

"Neil Farrier didn't mention that in his article." 

"I guess there were real blondes there that night." 

"Would you mind showing me the paint?" 

Starr looked at him for a moment. "I think I know what's going on
here," she said with a smile. 

"I beg your pardon?" 

"Don't be like that. What kind of FBI man comes out to this
little town to investigate radioactive strippers? And shows up at
the go-go club to find me instead of just looking me up?" 

"Miss Pearson, I'm just doing my job, and the way the day went,
it made sense to try to speak with you this evening." 

"Right," she said, dragging out the word. "I think we have
something in common, you and I." 

Maytag shrugged. "How is that?" 

"OK, I'll play along. I know what I like, even if you won't admit
it. Not like I get to do it at the bar anymore. So you want to
see the paint, huh?" 

"If it's not too much trouble," Maytag replied. 

"No trouble at all. Just give me a second." Starr walked to the
bathroom. She emerged a moment later, smacking her lips. "You
might as well see the lipstick, too. Give me one more second."
She slipped from the bathroom into another room, which Maytag
guessed was her bedroom. 

"All I need to see is the paint," Maytag called out. 

"Whatever!" she yelled back. Back in the main room of the
apartment, dressed in a lavender terry cloth robe, she looked at
Maytag. "Go back to the bedroom, take a seat." 

Maytag walked past her and into the bedroom. There was an unmade
bed, a large chest of drawers, and a padded armchair. Shades on
the window were pulled down, the only indication there were
windows at all. On the wall hung posters of tigers and dragons
against black backdrops. He sat in the armchair. 

"Now sit tight," she said. "And don't worry." 

He almost asked her what he had to be worried about when the
lights went off. Instinctively, Maytag reached for his weapon in
the darkness. As his eyes adjusted, though, he saw that the room
was not completely dark. The animals of the wall posters glowed
vividly, and dozens of pale green stars decorated the ceiling. 

"Do you like?" Starr asked. Maytag looked for her. He could not
make out her shape, but he could see parts. Her lips shone bright
pink, and white streaks marked the tips of her fingers. A bikini
bottom, the same pale green as the stars above, stretched from
between her legs and up over her hips. That Y shaped strip
floated and buckled in the air. "This radioactive enough for
you?" 

Maytag coughed. "The paint," he said. 

"Patience," she scolded him. "We're getting to that." 

Starr turned and walked to the bed. Maytag could tell because the
Y shape of the reflective thong was thinner in the back, and it
grew smaller as she moved away from him. The bedsprings creaked
with her weight. She faced him again. He heard the popping sound
of a lid being flicked open. 

Even with the knowledge it was coming, the paint still took
Maytag by surprise. The fluid seemed to appear from nowhere, a
spring of light from a cleft in the darkness, too weak to do
anything but drop straight down. It picked up the ultraviolet
light and reflected it as a milky blue. The luminescent liquid
spread out on a sloping surface. The flow slowed as the path
curved out, then fell off abruptly and splashed another surface
below. 

Maytag realized what he was seeing just in time for a second
stream of bright green color to start a twin journey. The liquid
had coated her breasts. Paradoxically, Starr had been naked, but
only by covering up with the luminescent paint was her nakedness
made known. The other-worldly color clung to her like a second
skin. It slithered down her torso, speeding up on the more
extreme curves. Paint dripped toward the glowing Y of her crotch. 

"Ooh!" Starr exclaimed. "That tickles." 

Maytag found his mouth dry when he tried to speak. "So this is
your show?" 

"Half of it," Starr replied. 

"Half?" 

"Mm-hmm," Starr purred. Floating pink lips mouthed words in the
dark. "But you've seen the paint, so I can stop if you want me
to." 

Maytag said nothing. 

"That's what I thought," Starr said with a giggle. 

A pink neon smile formed in mid air and swayed side to side, the
vestige of a Cheshire vamp. Next to it a spot of white light
appeared, much as the paint had. Only this light did not pour, it
extended. It danced side to side next to the smile, growing wider
and then longer. Not a solid light, but a lattice, it looked like
ivy or lace. The lattice wrapped back on itself as if it was a
tube of some sort. 

"Oh, my," Maytag murmured, just as those smiling lips parted and
took in the shaft and its glowing hatch marks. He reasoned it
must be glass, or acrylic, something transparent. Resting on the
edge of his seat, he peered closer. The fluorescent pink lips
stretched around the invisible shaft and its luminary lace work
surface. Almost the entire bright pink O of her lips could be
seen as more and more of the shaft vanished into her mouth. 

Starr withdrew the shaft from her mouth. "Do you like?" 

"Yes," Maytag said. "I've never seen anything like that." 

"How about this?" The shaft turned end over end with the white
tips of her fingers dancing along its length. It moved down the
side of her body and over to the Y. White fingertips moved over
the Y, and the dark portion of her hand obscured the cloth. Starr
yanked the material down and it rolled down her invisible legs.
When she kicked it away, it seemed to spring off on its own
accord. 

There were lips, finger tips, and a torso splashed with paint.
But for the lacy shaft, Maytag could see nothing else. Without
the thong he could see nothing of her below the waist. 

Starr knew what he was thinking. "Sorry about that," mouthed the
ghostly kiss. "Normally you can see those lips, too. I didn't
take the time tonight. Maybe you can picture it from what isn't
there." As she said the last bit, the shaft became shorter. It
moved upward, vanishing into a black curtain that parted in two. 

Starr's mouth was open in an O. The shaft grew longer again, then
shorter. The pink O collapsed on itself, and the lower half
rolled up, She was biting her lip. The shaft changed length at a
faster pace. The white light of two lozenge shaped finger nails
circled at the top of the black curtain. Maytag slid off the
chair and moved on his knees to get a closer look. 

Though his face was inches away, he dared not disturb the dance
of those lights. He got so close that he could smell her. From
that distance, he saw that there were little flecks of light
inside the clear shaft. There were dozens of them. 

"Too late to be shy now," Starr said. She took Maytag by the head
and forced him down to her crotch. 

Maytag licked. He ignored the lightshow and licked, over and
around the solid acrylic shaft. Starr relinquished her grip on
the toy, and Maytag took over for her. He fucked her with the bar
and fluttered on her sensitive skin with his tongue. He moved
slowly at first. Encouraged by Starr's moans picked up the pace. 

"Oh, that's good!" she said, raking her fingers into Maytag's
short hair. "Just like that!" 

Starr ground her hips into the bed. She was coming. Maytag looked
up and saw her chest, covered in psychedelic blue and green,
heave as she shook with pleasure. 

"Damn," he mumbled. 

"Oh, that was wonderful," Starr said. "This black light stuff
gets me so hot. I needed that." 

"It looks hot," Maytag said. "They're fools not to let you do
that show." 

"Well, they never let me do that part," she said. 

"Do you like my toy?" 

"Yes," Maytag said. "I didn't realize there were little flecks
inside." 

"I love that," she said. "Like stars wrapped in a white cage." 

"Your lips look great with that pink gloss," Maytag said. 

"Oh, yeah?" 

"Absolutely." 

"Well, come up here and let's see how it looks on you." 

Starr helped Maytag get out of his pants. He sported a throbbing
hard on, and the tip was slick with pre-cum. With her thumb, she
rolled the pre-cum over the swollen head. Maytag gasped. She
brought her face next to his johnson. 

To Maytag, it seemed that only a floating pair of lips
approached, until Starr's warm wet mouth engulfed his cock.
Before, he had seen a glowing rod penetrate an unseen cleft. This
time, a dark shaft slipped inside a vibrant pink orifice. Maytag
could feel it, though: every wet, sucking bit of it. White
fingernails settled in a neat row along his pole, counter
stroking against the motion of the pink lips. 

"Oh, Starr," Maytag moaned. 

She pulled away. "You can't come yet," she said. The fingernails
moved away. Maytag heard a crinkling sound but saw nothing. The
nails returned with a pale blue saucer. Starr pushed the disc
against the head of his cock. The white beads of her fingers
surrounded the head and rolled down the condom onto his
slobber-covered dick. 

"Now let's try that again," Starr said. She returned to sucking
him off. Now Maytag could see his dick, covered in a glowing blue
sheath, but he the liquid heat of Starr's mouth was dulled. 

Starr pushed her mouth off and slapped herself on the chin with
his cock. "It's like a day-glo dildo," she said. 

"I can honestly say no one has told me that before," Maytag said. 

Starr laughed. "But that's what it looks like." 

"You're right. It does." 

"Wanna fuck me with it?" 

Maytag moved his hand to where he judged her cheek would be. Her
skin was warm and soft, but thin. He felt her jaw and cheek bone
under his fingers. He lowered his face to hers and kissed her
neon lips. She returned his kiss with passion. In his palm, her
jaw moved to accept his tongue. They broke the embrace. "I'd love
to," he said. 

Starr turned over. With her breasts and lips facing the other
way, Maytag could no longer see any of her. "I'll never find it,"
he joked, as his fingers move down her back. 

"Oh, I don't think that'll be a problem," Starr replied. He saw
her fingernails reach around behind her. They spread out like
claws and collapsed on each other, and then pulled apart. 

Maytag saw a striated ring of white. It looked like the center of
a powdered donut. It looked like..."Oh, shit!" he exclaimed. 

"I guess I had time to get something ready," Starr said. 

"You certainly did." 

"Well, are you going to do it, or do I have to hold this pose all
night?" 

Maytag took hold of his blue cock and centered it on the
luminescent target. He pushed slowly, and found less resistance
than he expected. The glowing stuff must be a lubricant, he
thought. Still, there was resistance enough. Her anus pinched
down on the swollen tip of his prick as he pushed. When the crown
cleared her muscular ring, he felt a wave of relief before the
feeling of that same pressure on his shaft washed over him. 

She moaned but took more than half his length. He might have
bottomed out, but at that moment was more interested in bucking
out than plunging further. Her ass pulled back on him, squeezing.
The back stroke stretched her sphincter, and Maytag saw that
where his blue cock ended abruptly, the white ring of her asshole
began and strained to keep shape. 

He made another few strokes. The sensation of her squeezing
overwhelmed him. He came with his hips perfectly still. Each
spurt into the condom was an intense burst of pleasure, as the
cum struggled to pass a corridor collapsed by the pressure of
that tight hole. He moaned far more than she did. 

Maytag almost slipped out of the condom as he withdrew from her
ass. He discarded the sheath to the side, and looked down. Her
cheeks touched again, and he could not see the white around her
ring. They were two people alone and in the dark. 

Clumsily, he thanked Starr for her help and for other things.
Graciously, she told him not to mention it and saw him out the
door. She returned to her room when he left. 

Starr did have a thing for black light effects. One that she
found particularly amusing was how, under ultraviolet light,
dried semen would glow in the dark. 

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