Sleight of Hand (Futa/F)

Story by Gerrymander

I can't stop writing these, help. This one is going to be a 2 chapter deal. As always, feedback is welcomed.

Kylie sat alone at the hotel bar. She’d taken a few extra vacation days and arrived a few nights early to the conference, in the hopes of spending some time in an unfamiliar city with colleagues that she only got to see once a year. But it didn’t look like any of them had arrived yet, and this bar’s bourbon selection was severely lacking. Perhaps this explained why nobody except the bartender was in here with her. Kylie looked up from her phone and scanned the room again.

She caught sight of a woman entering the bar, and her eyes definitely lingered on this woman’s outfit. She was wearing a pink and black harlequin tuxedo jacket over a form-fitting white dress-shirt, which had several buttons undone to reveal quite a bit of cleavage. Her wide hips were covered in black dress pants, and her feet looked to be in stiletto-heel leather boots. She had a shock of short, fuchsia hair sticking out from underneath a black top hat with a rose pinned to it. Her face was obscured by a black domino mask, and Kylie made eye contact with a pair of sparkling brown eyes. The woman smiled, and walked over to join Kylie at the bar.

“Nice costume,” said Kylie. “Is there a comic convention going on at this hotel?”

“Thank you,” said the woman, not answering Kylie’s question. “Want to see a card trick?”

The woman had a distinct accent that Kylie had trouble placing. Kylie hadn’t been with another woman since college--she’d married Paul shortly thereafter, and that had been that--but sometimes she let herself have lesbian fantasies. This girl would definitely have fit in one of those. For some reason, the guy tending bar wasn’t anywhere to be found at the moment.

“Sure, why not. Is this part of your character?” asked Kylie.

The woman chuckled softly, and reached a slender hand over Kylie’s shot glass. She dipped her fingers in, and Kylie noticed that her nails were immaculately manicured and polished pink to match the jacket, with a little black skull painted on the nail of her ring finger. The woman pulled her hand out of the empty glass, and suddenly there was a large deck of cards in it. This girl had skill!

Kylie clapped. “Nice!”

With a flourish, the woman fanned the cards face-down, and motioned for Kylie to pick one and look at it. Kylie selected one near the bottom, and cupped her hands to look at it. Her eyes widened as she was greeted by a picture of a man and woman, naked, in chains, kneeling before a winged monster. The Devil, read the title. This must be a deck of Tarot cards, realized Kylie.

The woman placed the deck of cards on the table, motioned for Kylie to put her card back in, and looked away. In profile, Kylie couldn’t help noticing how truly impressive this woman’s bust was, in the fitted shirt.

“Okay,” said Kylie, after she did so. The woman appeared to concentrate hard as she turned back toward Kylie, picked up the deck, and shuffled it twice. She lifted the deck to her ear and shook it, appearing to listen closely.

“Ah!” said the woman, breaking her silence. She smiled again, put the deck back on the table, cut it, and moved to lift a card.

“Are these your panties?” she said, and, with a gasp, Kylie realized that the woman was holding, not a Tarot card, but a pair of black lace panties that definitely resembled the ones that Kylie had put on when she’d changed after the flight. How the fuck, thought Kylie, and then she realized that this woman wasn’t done.

“And is this your bra?” continued the pink-haired girl, producing, from thin air, the matching black brassiere that Kylie had been wearing. The girl winked through her mask as Kylie stared, open-mouthed, and she checked the label. “Thirty-eight D,” she read, “Nice.”

“Oops!” said the woman, in the same breathy accent, before dropping Kylie’s underwear on the floor. Flustered to the point of nearly hyperventilating, Kylie clumsily dropped to her knees to retrieve them. When she returned to her feet, the woman and her c

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