Evelin - The Revenge - Act I - Parts 5 & 6 (Patreon)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality or other stories, is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

EVELIN - THE REVENGE - ACT I

Getting Ready

(Damn! Where Is The Zipper? - Movimento 2.5)

Part 5

"Goodbye Evelin!" she said to herself, putting the wig on her head, while her heart was racing. And once she had it on and well placed, she was at first dumbfounded, until suddenly, she greeted her new reflection. "Hi Luna! Are you ready to enjoy your body? Because I want to make a lot of money spreading my legs. . ."

Suddenly Evelin froze in thought, ashamed of what she had just said. Where did that come from? She didn't like that cliché, at most she liked to play the schoolgirl or the sexy nurse. . . but to play the prostitute. . . to be Luna. . . Luna the prostitute. . .

Evelin took a good look at her reflection in the mirror, as she let the sensation of the analplug remind her that it was there. Her heart was pounding. She could feel the tingling in her breasts again, the cocktail of arousal in her stomach. The tight corset. The cold, hard captivater digging into her nipples. The sensual and unrelenting embrace of the suit and the continuous wet sensation of the slime. . .

She realized that not to like the idea of playing the slut was ridiculous, she loved the way she looked dressed like a whore out of a fetish fantasy. What she had never admitted to herself was that her modeling job was not about the money. That was nice to have, but the real reason had always been to show off her perfect body to others, making herself seem available. That was also the true reason she specialised in skin tight clothing.

Quickened and nervous, she then looked at the things she had on the bed. . . and she wanted to put them on. Without realizing it, she had her hands resting on her breasts, gently caressing them, rubbing her thighs together while biting her lips.

"I can't be Luna," she said to herself even though she was hot as hell. "She is a shallow woman. . . she wouldn't look at herself in the mirror with this face. . ."

Wiggling her hips and with her hands resting on her hips, Evelin went back to where she had the Lascivia things. In the blink of an eye, she grabbed the special waterproof makeup, which had been given to her with the wig and went to her dressing table to apply her makeup.

Evelin searched the internet with her smartphone for how to make up extravagantly, but classy, sensual and not look overdone. And she found the perfect one. She followed the steps in the video one by one, she lightened the skin tone of her whole face a bit. She removed every imperfection, small mark or slight wrinkle. Then she marked the shadow of her eyes, after that she marked well the line of her eyes with the black eyeliner. She painted her pink lips with matte black lipstick, a touch of pink for her cheeks. Then she sprayed on a covering that ensured the permanent hold of her make-up.

When she finished her make-up, her gaze was glued to the mirror, and she quickly put two strands of her hair in place. And then she looked at the result. Evelin was satisfied with the result. Only the color of her eyes were recognizable from her old self. . . but otherwise she was no longer Evelin.


Part 6

She got up from her dressing table, picked up her smartphone and went back to the mirror. Walking as only a model could on those heels, feeling now even hotter than hell. And once in front of the vanity object, admiring her reflection, she posed for herself and took many selfies. The more she posed and the more pictures she took, the more provocative the poses became and in the pictures her private parts began to stand out.

When she got tired of taking pictures of herself, she threw her smartphone on the dresser and sat on the edge of her bed.

"Maybe I should take off my suit. . . this behavior already exceeds a lot of things. . ." she said to herself looking down at her tightly clad body.

But then she saw how her cameltoe was marked on the suit. She spread her legs apart, and admired how pretty her arousal-swollen labia looked underneath the fabric. And she couldn't resist delicately caressing her pussy with two fingers. And as soon as she touched herself, she felt a burst of pent-up desire as a long purring moan escaped from her mouth and she reluctantly broke off.

"I'm not like Luna!" She said to herself, letting herself be swept away by a wave of pleasure. . .

Evelin tried to control herself, to say something romantic or sexy. . . as she liked to hear whispered in her ear when she made love with her boyfriend. But her lips wanted to say something else, and the more she delayed the moment, the more the sensation she thought about grew in her stomach. Then she saw herself in the mirror, still masturbating. . .

No, this wasn't her, it was someone else who saw herself reflected. That brunette looked similar with the gray eyes, but that woman was not Evelin, as she would never dress like that or would wear that kind of makeup. . .

"But Evelin would never dress like that, nor would she make herself up in such a. . . vain. . . vain way. . . like a whore. . ." She mumbled.

She knew, if she said it there would be no turning back. That every time she saw something of what she was wearing now, she wanted to be that person. How she needed to play the role of that kind of person, to act like her, to pretend to be her, to be Luna and that made it impossible not to say it. And that was when she spread her legs wider, she looked at herself with a face of uncontrollable desire, of a sexual predator, while she was caressing herself as if she was posing for a porn movie.

"Luna," she said, marveling at how the name sounded. "I'm Luna. . . Luna, yes, and I can do whatever I want, because now I'm not Evelin anymore."

A strange satisfaction and pride, as if a blindfold had been removed from her eyes, took hold of her. That name consumed her, while in her mind she imagined what the new Luna she was going to be, would be like inside the suit. . .

She didn't notice that the details she imagined were the ones Evelin liked least in women. She would be proud, narcissistic, vain, nymphomaniacal, unscrupulous, a lying bitch and also unfaithful, selfish, jealous, fake, superficial, and of course, she would have an artificial body. It would be completely operated upon, from her eyes, her cheekbones, her tits, with liposuction done all over her body and a fake ass.

The Luna that was building in her mind, she loved to show off the power that emanated from between her legs, longed to get lot of money and make men pay her to get pleasure. Luna wouldn't care about anything, or anyone, except herself and wearing only expensive lascivious clothes and never be properly decent.

"Yes. . . that's Luna," she said sighing. "Fuck. . . I don't know why. . . but I want to be like that, I have to be like that. . . I need to be like Luna. . . I need it. . . fuck. . . yes, I need it and I want it."

Evelin felt something in her head, that wouldn't let her think about anything else. She could no longer stop wanting to be that Luna, nor did she want whatever it was that was pushing her, to stop dragging her into being such an indecent and immoral person.


To be continued. . .