This is a sexual story copyrighted by me, Shon Richards, so please don't make any money from it. I welcome, read and respond to all e-mail at shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net For more stories of Amy and Bethany, check out /~ShonRichards/ "I Know What You Did Last Halloween" By Shon Richards Amy Valentine struggled to get into the rubber fox suit. The fit brunette sucked in her breath but it didn't help. The problem was her ass, not her stomach. Her ass was so round, firm and ample that the tight rubber suit was stretched to its limits. She had to remove all of her clothing down to her underwear just to fit the rubber over herself. "Damn it," Amy cursed. "Why couldn't I steal a costume from a fat chick?" The agent looked down at the woman she had stolen the costume from and remembered that she picked this target for a reason. The tied up blonde was a Diligent Enterprises courier. She was scheduled to pick up some important microfilm from another Diligent Enterprises spy at this stupid Halloween costume party. Amy's company, Paragon Industries had sent Amy to intercept the microfilm. Of course, they didn't bother to tell Amy what was on the film but that's why they paid industrial agents like Amy the big paychecks. She planned to use the money to buy an autographed collection of Will Eisner. Amy had knocked out the courier and stuffed her into an office closet but the costumed courier didn't have the film on her yet. That was why Amy stripped her and tried to put on the tight rubber outfit. It was up to Amy to act the part of the courier and get the film straight from the other spy. Amy only knew of the courier; she had no idea who she was to receive the film from. She shook the captured woman awake and tried to interrogate her. The lady wasn't talking. "Who's your contact?" Amy yelled. "What were your code words and responses?" The woman didn't say a word. "What are you, deaf?" Amy snapped. The woman laughed. Silently. "Oh shit," Amy whispered. The lady wasn't deaf she was mute! "Genius," Amy admitted. Anyone who tried to pose as the courier would blow it as soon as they spoke. It was so simple and clever; Amy just knew that Diligent Enterprises had to have stolen the idea from another company. Amy slipped on the hood of her new costume and checked herself out. She had to admit that it was a great outfit. Red rubber encased her entire body from her long legs to the top of her head. Only her red lips were visible on her face as the red hood covered even her long brown hair and covered her face with a feminine fox's face. Blond hair came out of the back of the hood and looked completely natural. A long bushy tail connected to her ass completed her fox appearance. "Great, all I have to do now is mingle and hope the other spy recognizes me," Amy sighed. It was a hell of a way to spend Halloween, but it beat getting chased by demons again. ~~~ Bethany Taylor resisted the urge to scratch her head. Her blonde hair was tucked under a black wig and it was getting itchy in the heat. That's what she hated about working undercover for; the bastards always had the heat turned up too high. Even at their stupid Halloween parties they kept the heat blazing. Bethany wondered if they were just preparing themselves for their futures in Hell. She couldn't understand why she was getting hot; she wasn't exactly wearing warm clothes. All she had on was her black wig, a very light gypsy skirt and spangled bikini top that revealed more of her massive breasts than they covered. Bethany wondered if it was the jewelry that was making her hot. She had on over a dozen bracelets, eight rings, three gold necklaces, two silver armbands, two gold hoop earrings and an ankle bracelet. Bethany always had been an Esmeralda fan. The agent looked anxiously around the room for her target. The sooner she ditched this microfilm the better. It was a complicated mission of blueprints stealing, smuggling and secret hand-offs, but it promised to pay well. It had better. Spending two weeks with the geeks posing as a clueless intern had been murder on Bethany's pride but then, that's why they paid agents like Bethany the big paychecks. She had her heart set on purchasing Lon Chaney's makeup case. "There we go," Bethany said as she spotted the courier from across the crowded party. The fox outfit stood out easily in the crowd of ghosts, vampires and cheap pirates. The geeks parted before the lovely woman wearing the outfit almost as if they were afraid of touching something so sexy. Even Bethany was impressed. The fox lady had legs that Bethany could only dream of having and the rubber suit clung to the woman's ass like a lover. The fox lady came closer and Bethany noticed that she could see the outline of the lady's sex through the skintight rubber. The bushy tail swished back and forth between the fox lady's limber legs. She barely had any breasts to speak of, but the rubber suit clung so tightly that Bethany could spot the woman's hard nipples. Bethany's own legs trembled slightly at the rubber-encased perfection. The gypsy agent didn't realize just how starved she was for sexual attraction. Working at MacroHard was like being in jail: there was sex to be had but you didn't want it. "Hello," Bethany said as she approached the fox lady. The red lips smiled back at Bethany, a little uncertain. Bethany leaned in closer; her ring covered fingers stroking the fox lady's arm. The rubber was warm to the touch. "I have the microfilm," Bethany whispered. "Let's find a closet where we can make the exchange. The fox lady's smile was much warmer now. That was when Bethany made up her mind. Paychecks were nice, but she deserved a more carnal bonus. It was the holidays after all. Bethany tried to steer the fox lady towards a broom closet she saw earlier, but the costumed woman strongly resisted. The gypsy admired how the fox woman's muscles bulged under the rubber when she stood her ground. Bethany wondered how those legs would feel around her head. "Okay, how about this office then?" Bethany offered. It was a small office belonging to the manager of quality control. Bethany knew it would be empty since it was almost never used. The fox lady agreed and Bethany locked the door behind them. ~~~ Amy was relieved to finally find the spy at last. Her fox outfit was great to look at but it was rubbing the cleft of her sex in a most distracting manner. Before the raven-haired gypsy woman contacted her, Amy was considering running to the bathroom and masturbating to relieve the insistent pressure. Now she was just minutes away from completing her mission and having a celebratory finger fuck. She held her hand out for the microfilm but the busty gypsy just smiled. Amy smiled back at her. The gypsy's wonderful cleavage was dazzling Amy with a combination of spangles and an impressive abundance of flesh. She also loved the gypsy's combination of purple eye shadow and stars made of glitter on her cheeks. The makeup was so artful; it hid the gypsy's face like a mask. In Amy's aroused state; she couldn't help fantasizing about the mysterious gypsy woman. "Damn," Amy thought to herself. "I bet she's more stacked than that cow Bethany!" "What's your hurry," the gypsy said in a husky voice. Amy thought she recognized the voice but the gypsy's exaggerated Romanian accent made it impossible to place. When the gypsy stepped closer and locked lips with Amy; she stopped trying to place the voice altogether. The heat of the kiss surprised Amy. The gypsy must have been as desperate as Amy was! It was a hot melee of tongues and lips as they each struggled against each other. Amy felt the gypsy wrap her arms around Amy and squeeze her ass as she pulled her tighter. The rubber clad agent shivered as she felt the gypsy's breasts flatten against her own breasts. "Oh yes," the gypsy said in her mock accent when she finally broke their kiss. Amy's lips were tingling and she wasn't sure who won that exchange. She decided to seize the initiative and cupped the gypsy's breasts in her hands. The gypsy arched her back and moaned as Amy dipped her head and nibbled on the cleavage that was boring from the spangled bra. The soft flesh was salty from sweat, and sweet from whatever magical perfume the gypsy used. Amy nibbled the ample breasts of the gypsy while her hands went to the hips of the gypsy. Through trial and error, Amy found the secret places on the gypsy's breasts that caused the best reactions. Whenever she found a special spot, the gypsy would shake suddenly and all her jewelry would jingle together from the vibrations. "Enough!" the gypsy cried. She pushed Amy away and they both looked down on her breasts. They exposed flesh was glowing red from where Amy's mouth had bit and sucked. Amy smiled wickedly at her handiwork. "Turn around my fox," the gypsy said in her heavy accent. Amy did as she asked, leaning against the desk in a seductive manner. She even lifted one leg coyly and shook her ass to make her bushy tail dance. "Sinful," the gypsy moaned as she kneeled behind Amy. It was Amy's turn to cry out as the gypsy bit her ass. The rubber was so thin it provided no protection as the gypsy's teeth sunk into her firm buttocks. The gypsy's hand cupped Amy's sex and stroked her slowly through the rubber suit. Amy was pinned by the skillful hand as the gypsy relentless bit Amy all over her ass. No round curve was left unbitten and every time Amy's hips flinched; the gypsy's hand just pressed harder against her sex. It became a harsh dance of biting and groping and Amy had to enjoy and suffer in silence. Finally, she could take no more. Her sex was enflamed from the rubbing and she was sweating hard inside the rubber. She had to have satisfaction from this sensual gypsy eating her ass. Amy lifted one leg onto the desk and then the other. The gypsy paused in her biting and stood up. Amy smiled her best "lick-me" smile and swept her hand across the desktop. Hundreds of complaints and a Macintosh fell off the desk and landed loudly on the floor. The gypsy laughed. "You may be mute, but you are not quiet," she said. Amy smiled proudly and spread her legs. With the claw of her glove, Amy slit a hole in her rubber pants at the crotch. The rubber split to reveal her shaven sex and the gypsy laughed lustfully. "I agree, but move over," the busty gypsy whispered. She climbed onto the desk with Amy and removed her bra. Her luscious breasts sprang free and Amy just had to have them again. As the gypsy gently pushed Amy onto her back, Amy was already gathering the gypsy's nipples into her mouth. Suckling, Amy reclined on the desk and only when she made the gypsy cry out and beg did she release those quarter sized nipples from her lips. "Such a bad fox!" the gypsy chided. Her nipples were now as red as the rest of her breasts. The gypsy stood on the desk and lifted her skirt to her hips. Amy almost laughed but remembered to stay silent at what she saw. The gypsy wore only a gold belt for underwear. The gypsy reversed and stepped over Amy's head. Amy spread her legs wider as the gypsy knelt down and lowered her own sex to Amy's waiting mouth. It was dark under the gypsy's skirt but Amy didn't need to see a thing. Her hands pulled the gypsy's belt until her lips and tongue found the gypsy's secret camp. As Amy's mouth opened the nether lips of the gypsy, she felt the reassuring weight of the gypsy's breasts press against her stomach. The gypsy's fingers pulled the rubber covering her crotch as her tongue made first contact with Amy's clitoris. Amy clenched and her lips vibrated against the gypsy's sex as she moaned. The gypsy clenched as well but her tongue never ceased in flickering over Amy's sex lips. Amy delved deeper as she pulled the gypsy down onto her. Her tongue wiggled and sought those special places that would make the gypsy quiver and moan. The gypsy's sex buckled and moved as it tried to impale itself on Amy's tongue. The prone agent enjoyed the erotic dance on her lips and she was sure to tip the gypsy for her performance with generous bites and licks. Meanwhile, the gypsy wasn't content just to be eaten. Amy heard the squeaks of her rubber suit as the gypsy writhed on her body. She shuddered as the gypsy slid her ring-covered fingers deep into Amy's sex. The various ridges and gems of the costume jewelry penetrated and excited Amy's pussy with unexpected sensations. As the gypsy finger fucked Amy, she would catch Amy's clitoris between her teeth and let it slid in and out of her lips. Amy's thighs began to tremble and she felt an unexplainable urge to perform better. Stopping briefly to wet a finger, Amy pulled the gypsy's buttocks open as she continued to lick at the sweet valley of the gypsy's sex. When her finger was as wet as the gypsy's pussy, Amy went into action. Wiggling and pushing she squeezed her finger deep into the gypsy's ass while still under the cover of the gypsy's skirt. "Shit!" the gypsy cried out pleasantly. She froze in her licking as her ass accommodated the invasion. Below her waist was a maelstrom of bliss yet for some reason, the gypsy felt she couldn't let this escalation go unanswered. The gypsy used her fingers to claw, rip and tear a bigger hole in the fox suit. When her ripping reached the silent woman's ass, the gypsy smiled. She removed her fingers, which were already slick from masturbating Amy, and placed them at Amy's ass. To the amazement of everyone involved, Amy's tight ass accepted the entry of three of the gypsy's fingers. Amy shook as her anus was wonderfully violated. The gypsy lifted one of her heavy breasts and placed the nipple on Amy's sex. Amy's hips began to buckle as she fucked the offered nipple. This didn't mean she stopped what she was doing. Amy made up for her restriction on moaning by savagely licking and eating the gypsy's sex. She communicated all of her passion and desire through relentless oral sex and anal fingering. Together, the two battled to make the other loose their concentration. Together, their two hips fought against the anal and oral assaults. Together, the two women climaxed together. ~~~ "Wow," Bethany said to the silent fox lady. The gypsy-clad agent was on the floor from where she fell off the desk. The climax she enjoyed had taken her balance, her wind and her will to stand. The fox lady was sitting in the office chair where she had crawled. Bethany smiled as she noticed how the fox lady kept her legs apart as if she was trying to preserve the bliss she had experienced. The gypsy also took pride in the hickey she had left on the woman's thigh, biting clean through the rubber. The fox lady tried to rise and failed. Bethany tried to get up and failed as well. Bethany was completely exhausted. That wasn't sex. It was more like a sexual war of endurance that they both lost. They weren't going anywhere. Later, the fox lady was able to stand without teetering. Bethany gave the fox lady the microfilm while the fox lady gave Bethany a kiss on the top of her head. Bethany wished she hadn't been wearing a wig so she could feel those lips again. At least Bethany got to enjoy the sight of the fox lady's ass as she went out the door. Bethany rested for a while before rising. All in all, it was a fantastic mission. The information her company leaked to Paragon Industries about a microfilm exchange went flawlessly. When Sara had been attacked and her fox costume stolen; she had activated a hidden panic button located in the bushy tail. This allowed Bethany to become alert and keep her eye out for the inevitable imposter. The microfilm filled with misleading information was now on its way to Diligent Enterprises' competitors and best of all; Bethany had gotten the fuck of her life. She wondered who the Paragon agent was. Bethany twisted the gem of her thumb ring. The ruby flashed twice to signal she had an open line with Sara. Twirling her wet pubic hair with a finger, Bethany checked in with the bait girl. "Sara, you didn't happen to recognize who stole your costume, did you?" "Sure," Sara answered back. "It was that brunette you use as a dartboard in your office." Bethany froze in mid finger twirl. "Fuck," Bethany cursed. "This is why I hate being bisexual! You can't ever have an anonymous fuck without consequences!" Bethany took a deep breath. "Maybe I'll get lucky and she won't find out." ~~~ As Amy headed for her car; she had to walk carefully to hide the gash the gypsy woman made in her rubber suit. Walking carefully also helped conceal how little balance Amy had. Her thighs were numb and her ass was sore in a rare pleasurable way. Amy unlocked the door to her car and stopped to pull out a hair caught in her teeth. The agent giggled as she realized that the hair must have been a souvenir from the gypsy woman. She wondered if she would ever meet someone that formative in sex again. She looked at the hair she pulled out and her blood froze. Thought the gypsy's hair had been pitch black, the pubic hair in her fingers was pure and natural blonde. Amy stared at the pubic hair with disbelieve as she realized she did recognize the voice of the gypsy after all, bad accent and all. "Fuck," Amy cursed. "Maybe I'll get lucky and she won't find out."