Free The Pirate And The Pussycat by Paisley Scott

"Come on, Celia! We’re gonna be late, late, late for a very important date!" Marilyn’s chipper voice sang up the stairs.
    Celia picked up her pace. She touched up the dark eyeliner rimming her cornflower-blue eyes and slipped the mask over her long blonde hair, fitting it over her head and around her eyes. Snug, but not too tight. Stepping back, she gazed at the unfamiliar image of her reflection staring back at her.
    Tonight, she was a seductive cat woman.
    Not in a million years would anyone have guessed high school science teacher Cecilia Thomas lay beneath the tight-fitting costume of shiny black latex. The pants were actually shorts, and hugged her thighs and ass like a second skin. The halter top had a plunging neckline and two leather straps that crossed over her flat stomach, while elbow-length gloves covered her hands and most of her arms. Her thigh-high boots boasted five-inch spiked heels, bringing her height to a full six feet.
    She turned and looked at her reflection from the side. She had to admit, she did look sexy in these clothes. A thrill raced through her. Truth be told, it was kind of empowering to look like this and know that no one knew who she was. She could do or say anything she wanted.
    After a few last minute touch-ups, she descended the stairs. Smiling up at her, their arms looped around each other in a comfortable embrace, was a heavily made-up Alice and a hunky White Rabbit.
    Marilyn curved her hands and scratched the air. "Rawr, girlfriend. You look hot!"
    Celia posed at the stair landing, then giggled and walked up to them. "So, you guys are absolutely sure you want to do this?"
    White Rabbit flopped a furry arm across both women’s shoulders and ushered them toward the front door. "This is going to be a kickass Halloween party, Ce-Ce. I swear, you’ll be on your hands and knees thanking us by the end of the night." He stopped and twitched his prosthetic pink nose. "Damn. Just the thought of you on your hands and knees with us makes my horny rabbit instincts wanna jump into action."
    Celia grinned and pushed his arm away. "Calm down, Winston. You’re a happily married Leporid."
    He gave her a classic, silent-movie knuckle-biting gasp. "Noooo! Please, no teacher-talk! I can’t take the pain!"
    "It’s just the scientific family name for rabbits and hares, funnyman."
     
    He grinned. "Ce-Ce, with a body as rockin’ as yours, you gotta know you give all them sophomores in your biology class little woodies, right?"
    Marilyn giggled and whapped her husband on the shoulder with her box of chocolates labeled Eat Me!
    Two white paws rose in defense. "All right, all right. Whatever you teach those impressionable young men is your business."
    Celia looped the leather cat-o’-nine-tails around her shiny belt. "Whatever you talk about while you and Jack are coaching your football team is between you guys. I’m on a need-to-know basis, and I sincerely do not need to know what sort of locker talk you’re privy to."
    Marilyn flounced her light blue mini-dress and turned her Mary Jane shoes inward, striking the pose of a pouty little girl. "Nobody fantasizes about a boring ol’ bank teller."
    White Rabbit grabbed her and pulled her to him, rubbing his hips against her suggestively. "You’d be surprised, babe. I’ve heard a hell of a lot of wicked stories involving sexy tellers. Especially ones that look like you."
    Marilyn squealed in delight as he nibbled her neck. "You man-beast! Let’s go before we embarrass the poor kitty."
    Celia turned and fidgeted with her home alarm system. "You’re not embarrassing me," she lied. Sure she was embarrassed, but mostly she was jealous. She wished she could have as intimate a relationship. Winston and Marilyn had been married for nearly seven years, and they were still as lusty for one another as a couple of college kids.
    She could only imagine what it would be like to be worshipped by a man. To have her breasts caressed and fondled and kissed; to roll