Against The Lady’s warm sweet lips I could just melt away and fade into sweet obscurity and never worry about anything else ever again. That would be so perfect, just so…
What feels like just moments later I’m in a cab, sitting comfortably in the back right beside a rather familiar face. It feels like forever since I saw her last, but there’s no mistaking dust. There’s no mistaking that creamy skin, that black lipstick, and that almost goth look of the skull t-shirt. At least she looks worried… I have to admit, I didn’t really realize it until now, but I did kinda miss Dust. She was a friend, she was someone that had helped my life transition… “So… What was it like?”
Sometimes, being jolted through time like this, from The Lady’s office to anywhere really, makes me seriously consider seeing the yellow pages for a chronological travel agent. The thought makes me smile even though just thinking about that redhead makes me sad enough to want to cry. “Take the worst headache you’ve ever had, mix it with your worst fear, and the most pleasurable sensation ever. That’s what comes to mind anyway… Sort of…” I close my eyes, and just sigh.
“I’m just… This is kinda new to me. I mean… It’s just scary…” Dust’s worry lets me feel we’re both a little bit more human than we want to be. Super pretty much means super human, but people think it means beyond human. It doesn’t. If anything it means we’re more human.
Very softly I reach out and hold Dust’s hand. The touch is as much for Dust as it is for me, but a little bit of mutual comfort never hurt anyone. For a moment I close my eyes and I can feel something that shouldn’t be there. A single jagged and sharp crack in my mind, it’s so deep, and from inside of it I can hear the ring of heels, the crack of something… Was it me? My… Back… . No, my spirit, being broken over a shapely woman’s knee and… I try to ignore it. “It’s scary to me too… You’ll be okay. I mean, I hope you’ll be okay. I don’t even really know if I am… But if I can get Pink back…” I solemnly nod, wanting more from my mind, but I don’t want to try, I don’t want to fall into that solitary crack.
“Yeah I…” For once Dust’s touch doesn’t tingle. There’s no grayness left afterwards and she looks freakishly normal for once. She really does just look like a pale skinned, young frightened woman dressed like a punk to try and hide it.
I squeeze her hand a little bit more. “What is it hun…?” Weakly I try to smile. This situation is scaring me just as much if not more than it’s scaring her. “Come on… You can tell me. It’s okay. I’m not about to judge you or…” I just nod, looking to the silvery skin of my arm for a moment. We’re so different while at the same time so similar… Things seem to get strange enough to be perfectly normal. That’s just how life is, I guess.
“Just scared is all… Okay?” She smiles, and the smile reaches those large eyes that seem so bright next to that dark hair. “We’ll be fine. I’m sure of it.” The cab stops, and outside it’s raining. The rain reminds me of the other night, and as I follow the rain up I can see just how big that hotel is. It’s almost ominous, obviously so old, not very well washed, but large, large enough to loom.
Not large enough to make The Lady’s headquarters seem small. This would be that building’s little sister or something, but that’s still saying quite a bit.
“We’ll be okay, yeah, okay…” I nod and get out of the cab. Rain like this has always made me wish I had some sort of nifty silvery umbrella power, but I guess I’ll settle for running into the hotel as fast as I can. I’ll still get wet, but I won’t get as wet as I did the other night. The other night still seems like yesterday, even though it was over two weeks ago… “Come on, who knows if I’ll melt or not!”
Dust just laughs, playfully rolling her eyes. “I think I’m more in danger of that than you!” She runs just about as fast as I do. Now that she mentions it, she really does have a point! The lobby of the hotel is so much warmer and drier that it’s an instant relief. It’s large, pretty, and it definitely makes up for the exterior by looking ever so classy. It even has bellhops!
“Wow… And true… Oh, maybe then I’d have to call you Dust Puddle!” The grin flies to my face without me having to force it. Humor really can cure cancer you know. “So, do we already have a room…?”
“Yes.” In her devil-may-care nonchalant sort of way Dust walks up to the receptionist at the counter. “Misses and Misses Dopplesnop.” She pulls out an ID card to flash and starts laughing.
Of course, it’s not like I can resist laughing. Dopplesnop? The Lady definitely had fun thinking that one up! “Don’t you just hate our name…” Getting into this act was fun, unless that was suddenly my new last name. The Lady might own me, but I’d have to bitch if she decided that LaSilvas should be replaced by Dopplesnop. “Good! The sooner we get up there the better hu-…” I turn dark silver and giggle a bit, looking away and trying not to look embarrassed. No, I didn’t let myself get into the fun of being a couple with Dust or anything. No. I’d never dream of settling down…
Right…
“Honey darling dear!” Dust’s voice brightly finishes my sentence for me as she grabs my arm to tug me along merrily. Soon we’re riding up in the elevator with a very embarrassed looking woman. She’s obviously a bellhop, and she’s obviously supposed to show us to our room, the poor thing.
My “partner‘s” brightness makes me feel like I could just glow as I giggle and whistle to some imaginary song, or maybe one I just haven’t heard in awhile as I look to the bellhop. She’s so embarrassed, and I’m feeling playful. I can’t resist winking to her before pressing closer to Dust.
The bellhop blushes like a beat, and even Dust can’t help but laugh. “Honey… Think she’d look better dusty?” Her eyes hood, but the bellhop only looks confused. Oh, if only she knew…
“Oh, I do…” I giggle a little bit more, nodding several times before I come up with a better response. “… honey bunches. So cute, good service too… But she looks a bit too clean around the edges…” It feels nice to be on this side of the dust.
“What… Are you talking about?” She gulps loudly, that poor bellhop. She’s actually rather pretty, with that blond hair flowing down her back and over her uniform. It’s loose, but she definitely has a nice form under it, soft. I’m sure in something a little tighter that form would just shine. One of her hands reaches up though and starts scratching up her other arm before she coughs once. “God… This elevator needs dusted or something…”
“Nah, I think maybe it’s just you…” The elevator does need to be dusted, but more crop dusted than cleaned. Really, a mind like that needs some dirtying up before it can be harvested, or something more mischievous sounding. “After all, all that blood in your cute face…” I sigh just a bit, watching her ever so interested in the dusting process.
“H… hey… I don’t swing that way you know…” Oh, so we got ourselves a little homophobe. I’ll be honest, I always wanted to slam these girls against a wall and lock one of my legs between theirs, so this interaction will make up for all of those times I resisted the urge. Sexuality is a wonderful thing, in all of it’s many forms. Well, as long as men aren’t involved anyway.
She coughs again but doesn’t bother mentioning just how dusty it is. The air just around the bellhop seems just slightly filled with those tiny gray particles, and Dust just smiles. “I bet you’re a neat freak.”
“We’re not on a playground, are we honey bunches dear?” My voice almost sounds like a purr as I watch the bellhop, and Dust just for a moment before turning my attention back to that lovely blonde. “No ones asking you to get on a swing set. Besides, can’t a girl tell another girl that she thinks she’s pretty? You are, you know.”
Out of the corner of my eye I can see Dust lick her own lips slowly, adding just the right level of undertone to my “innocent” words. “I…” The bellhop mutters out, obviously uncertain. She backs up towards the corner of the elevator. “Wish the elevator was faster…” She laughs nervously in that way that girls used to whenever we were paired up for projects in high school. It was as if they all knew then that I could have sparked them up into submissive little fun dolls.
It’s sort of a shame I never knew I could then!
“You are very pretty…” I nod and lean a little bit towards the blonde, grinning just a bit more as I let my silver eyes trace over her in a very slow and savoring motion. “Oh, I wish this was slower, and a hundred floors tall… But I think we can make do, don’t you think honey?”
“Oh sweetie dearest darling, watch.” Dust moves her hand forward, pantomiming like it was a feather duster, but as her hand brushes over the other woman large plumes of gray dust fly off and flow over the other woman. She gasps, amazed, surprised… But then her eyes roll back into her head as she slumps hard against the wall.
Ever so softly she mutters out an “Oh god” as she slumps back against the elevator as Dust keeps… Crop dusting her, covering her with the pantomime duster with a fine coat of gray.
Teeth close around my bottom lip as I let out just a soft little sound of bliss at the sight. “That looks so yummy… You know, I think we should do joint assignments more often, sweetie-kins… But now what do we do with such a lovely bellhop?” Keeping my grin I very softly kiss Dust’s cheek but don’t let my lips linger. “Mmm, so many naughty thoughts about letting her ring some bells… I wonder if whoever coined that term is rolling over in her or his grave…”
“Oh… I dunno… I could give her the duster, have her bring us back some room service. So there would be one for each of us.” Dust kept dusting the bellhop as her head turned to look at the gothic girl, trying to ask something, but the Duster moved over her face and her eyes went distant.
“Ooo… That sounds fun… Very fun.” I watch that distant eyed girl with a happy sigh and a soft laugh. “A couple of snacks to tide us over while we tempt fate to bite our asses.”
“Oh… Did you want more then one? I think she’ll be willing to bring back as many as we want. Won’t you dear?” She dusts down the girl’s neck slowly, and then over her shoulder and her arm and the blonde girl nods gently. Those eyes already look a dull gray.
More than one? Wow… “I don’t want to be greedy. Besides, too many and they’d seem plain compared to just how lovely you are anyway.” I nod, and just try not to blush. Blushing would just not be dignified for Miss Dopplesnop. Really, I’m glad you can’t see my face because I couldn’t keep a straight face saying that. “Mmm, I feel much better right now.”
“So just one then? One?” Dust grins as she asks, and those white teeth shine as her hand pantomimes the dust all over the girl’s chest.
Well, it’s not greedy really. Besides, it’s not like it hurt me long term. I was dusted my fair share of times and I’m still pretty fine, over all. My damage isn’t because of Dust’s dust anyway. “Mmm… Since you’re offering…” I’m tempted, really tempted, and my eyes open up wider as I plot out just what would be the most fun. “How about an even three?”
“Two for each?” Her pink tongue licks over her dark lips as she grins more. “Or all three for you?” She twists the duster against the girl that moans just a bit as that door slides open. “Oh well…” She flips over the duster as if to hold out the handle to the girl on the floor. I really wonder how that works, but Dust knows what she’s doing. She is Dust, after all. “The three prettiest girls on the staff… Or really cute girls staying here, if they’re along. Bring them to our room in… 45 minutes.”
I grin back to her and shrug. “Hmm… We can mix and match, improvise…” I grin a little bit more, licking over my own silvery lips just like she did with her black ones before squealing at just how lovely that girl looks so dusted. “And just what will weeee be doing for those precious five and forty minutes?” I step out of the elevator and smile as I stretch and squirm, ready for anything.
“Oh I dunno, maybe dusting you.” Dust pulls out another pantomime duster and tips her head to the side. “Hmm?” She waves the duster at the air and though there’s nothing there when she starts, plenty of gray dust shakes off and settles over me.
I sigh as I feel that wonderful itching and whimper, squirming quite a bit more. “Oooh… Knew I should have just tried to make you all shiny…” I giggle, itching, scratching at my arms as I watch Dust with eyes that shine with a mix of disappointment and much more anticipation. It’s not like getting dusty isn’t fun.
“Make me shiny huh? Why would you want to do that? You always seem to like the world a bit duller anyway.” She just grins back, and that little duster doesn’t stop.
“Coz I just… I would love to see you all shiny… Want to make youuu happy… You’d like the world all shiny…” Pink sure as hell did, after all. I squirm still, scratching more, clawing really but not quite so brutally to call it clawing.
“Uh huuuuh Silver…” She waves a pale finger through the air in a sort of tisking motion. “You know as well as I do it’s about control. Not just about the other person… In fact… Rarely about the other person.”
That’s where Dust and I are different. This is where we are totally different and not just silvery and pale. We’re night and day, or dusk and dawn… But silver and pale. “It… It is for me…?” I blink and watch that finger, smiling sweetly. “I’d love to see you all squirmy and happy… I would make it extra special for you each time…”
“I believe you wanted to turn me into a dusty little kitty sent into waves of ecstasy by her own talent? Hmm? Tilt your head back so I can dust off your neck. I like to start there.” Her voice always sounds so strong that I most definitely want to do what she says right when she says it.
“I… I was upset.” I nod very softly before I tip my head back with a sigh. “Woulda… Woulda done more if I wasn’t frustrated, had time… Wanted to embarrass you a bit…”
“Didn’t when you had the chance though did you? Might never come again huh…?” She stops waving the imaginary duster around and instead tilts it forward, brushing it slowly across my neck. “Not too bad though.”
I arch my neck and groan at that sweet feeling as I arch more into it, nodding without dropping my chin very much. “I’m… sorry…?”
“Dear. I couldn’t be happier.” The brush keeps moving, flowing across my neck, body… Gently brushing into each little crevice of my mind, dust filling up every gap, no holes, no holes at all, and I like it like that… Safe, dirty mind…
“Oh… Okay…” I smile in a daze as I keep pressing into that brush with a faint little giggle, scratching at my body as the itch flares up as I can just feel that dust fill my mind. I love just how dirty it is, and just how safe I feel with it filling my mind and not sounds of heels and clicking and things like that… And I love knowing that I’m making Dust happy. I’ve always been a people pleaser…”
“Dirty, dirty, dirty girl, come into my dusty world…” Dust’s voice whispers out that sweet little line after my whole body is coated with that gray. She pulls me up by the collar of my clothes and into our room… There’s plenty of time and I’m sure we’ll be having plenty of fun…
I can feel myself arching to that dust, as all kinds of dust moves over me, before a doorbell rings out in my mind through all of the dust. Dust sighs and pantomimes dusting m again, but this time the gray all falls off of me, off of my body and out of my mind. The crack is back, but I can think, so it may be the lesser of two evils, who knows. “Our friends are here… Wakey wakey!”
My voice makes a little sound as I feel myself coming to, feel all of that dust falling off of me as I moan very softly with a bit of a yawn before arching, stretching and sitting up with half closed eyes. “Oh… Oh! That’s right, honey bunches…” I giggle just a little bit as I start to sit up.
Dust finishes cleaning me off and tosses the duster away and it disappears back into imaginary hammer space. “So who do you think she brought?”
“I…” I shrug just a bit and sit up fully before shrugging again after I test my mouth with a couple of Mmming sounds. “For the sake of getting this over with and getting back home, a part of me hopes that our red headed temptress is among them.”
Dust’s smile fades and she looks away, her mood nearly instantly souring. “I don’t. I… I hope nothing happens and we just go back and have to apologize.”
“We have to find Pink.” I nod very firmly with just a slight bit of a frown. “I… I don’t care if I shatter to a million pieces, I want everyone to be found…”
With a sigh Dust looks down before she heads over to the door and with one of those soft pale hands turns and pulls back the knob. The door opening reveals a woman standing limply, holding up her own pantomime duster as three other girls are slumped around her, one gray eyed girl against her feet, another one in her free arm, and another against the wall. They’re all very pretty, two in uniforms, and the other one must have been staying at the hotel.
“I’m sorry Dust…” I whisper it very softly so I don’t even know if Dust heard it, but it’s the thought that counts anyway, right? I watch the four girls with delight as I bounce up to my feet with a wide grin. “Mmm, my, my, my… For being someone who doesn’t want on our swing set, she sure does know how to pick out good seats with nice shiny chains…”
“We can dress ‘em up, play games, mess with and do anything we want… They won’t remember anything. As I’m sure you’ve noticed… I leave a very strong impression on people, but few lasting memories.” She reaches out and slides one slender finger down to the girl slumped against the blonde’s foot and lifts her up with it, leading her back into the room gently, her hand beckoning in front of her face like a vampiric seductress from some old horror movie.
I grasp two of the other one’s hands and whisper for the other to follow as I step back into the room with a little sashay to my hips. “Oh, I know…” As long as Dust is having fun, I should find a way to have some fun, even if she’ll never even touch me without dusting me. That touch in the car is probably as intimate as she gets without some dust. “Mmm, they look so pretty all dusty…”
“The best part is their mouths taste thick and chalky, in that wonderful, wonderful way, but still tastes very much of the individual girl.” She laughs as she talks, and makes her choice of the four twirl for her, grasping her hand and spinning her around like a dancing partner.
She looks so cute having that fun that I have to laugh as I cuddle against the blonde bellhop and whisper for those other two to cuddle close to me. “Mmm… You want me to go all dusty again, don’t you?”
“If I wanted that especially, I wouldn’t have brushed you off.” Her voice sounds the most sincere I’ve ever heard it, and in a flash she’s dipping her girl who moans as she tilts back slowly. “You have a very, very good point…” I give each of them a kiss, each of them one at a time as I indulge in those flavored chalky mouths before tasting over their cheeks, necks, nuzzling into them and delighting in the differences in their taste and texture, and smell… “Mmm… A girl could get used to this, you know…”
“I am used to it.” Dust bends her girl back farther, making her moan and squeak at the attention. “And it is every bit as nice as it seems…” She breathes in the other girl before she pulls her back up and twirls her again, dancing to no music with the mindless beauty.
With a little bit of a pause, just pressing into those other girls I watch Dust and her partner, giggling a bit as I kiss at one of their necks. In an instant I decide that the four of us are going to do the same, and I try to show Dust up in a cutesy playful sort of way, dancing with the three of them and actually managing to pretend to be graceful as I trade off partners amongst the mindless girls, as if I actually know how to dance.
Dust smiles in approval as she continues her own dance, twirling and dipping, dancing with that pretty girl. That girl keeps squirming, and squirming until Dust starts to switch with the girls she left for me. Soon it’s the both of us, twirling between gray eyed empty minded beauties. After a moment Dust lets go and laughs, but I do wish we could dance a little bit longer. Intimacy is something I’ve been sorely lacking. “I’m going to take a shower. You have fun with them, mmmkay?”
To cover up my own disappointment I laugh and nod. “I’ll keep them… Occupied. Have fun in there… Maybe clean your dirt little mind, hmm?” I grin back, though it’s forced, and wink. Only a moment passes before I go back to dance practice with the girls left to me. Granted I’m still indulging myself and taking a good deal of advantage of them, the lowest dips I can manage, the sweetest, hot, quick little kisses that I can give… For at least a moment, I think I forget why we’re even in this hotel room in the first place.
With four dance partners and lots of dusty fun, it takes me a long while and a lucky glance at a clock to realize… That Dust has been gone for almost an hour.