The Skin Stealer

I was roughly woken up by someone dragging me to the edge of the bed, throwing my legs over his shoulders and burying his face as far between my thighs as possible. Gasping, I threw my head back as I felt his tongue slide between my folds. There was no way I would taste nice after everything that had happened last night. But apparently, this guy didn’t care. And neither did I. Without even opening my eyes to see who was down there, I arched my back, giving him better access to my already soaking wet pussy.

A shaky breath escaped my lips as two of his fingers pushed inside me while he sucked my clit. I could feel his lips curl up in a smile as I laced my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer against me as I started moving my hips.

“Harder…”

It was more of a moan than an actual word, but he seemed to understand, slamming his fingers in deeper while I kept humping his face.

The pressure in my core slowly started building, but I needed more. So much more. The fact he added a third finger only brought slight relief. I needed him to be rougher with me. I needed him to—

“Oh my—”

My legs were dropped, almost causing me to fall off the bed as my boy toy jumped up, cursing and trying to cover himself up.

“My goodness, this place is a mess. You are a mess. Get your fake stripper behind out of bed and go take a shower.”

“Get out, Daryn! Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something?!”

Daryn scoffed as his eyes went from me to the guy now standing in the corner of the room, looking pathetic as he kept trying to cover himself with just his hands. His eyes stayed there, just like mine. Last night’s catch hadn’t been half bad. The man was tall and had a nice body. It was too bad I didn’t remember much from the fun we’d had.

As my eyes were still feasting on the man, Daryn threw him his clothes.

“Get out.”

He looked at me in confusion.

“Don’t look at the stripper. This isn’t even her bed. She lied to you about everything. Now get out.”

I waved innocently as I watched Daryn chase him out before the guy even had a chance to collect his thoughts. Within moments, he was standing outside. Butt naked, clothes in his arms... It was quite entertaining.

“Leslie Lachina Fowler, I raised you better than this. Why are you still in bed? Get up!”

I rolled my eyes as I flopped back down and hid under the covers.

“Stop that! You’re infecting my sheets with all your filth and stripper glitter!”

“Oh, give me a break, you annoying little bwca. Go ruin someone else’s morning.”

He gasped at the insult, but with his current attitude, he deserved it. And technically, the term was correct. He might not be as small and ugly as his ancestors, but he was a bwca nonetheless.

“That’s enough. Get up, you disgusting skin-stealer.”

I peeked out and glared at him. He could’ve just gone with changeling, doppelgänger, shifter, or any of the other, more accurate terms. But obviously, he felt like retaliating by using the one I disliked most.

“Go sort yourself out so I can clean up in here. You have to be at work in less than an hour.”

A mischievous smile appeared on my face as he opened a drawer and threw me one of my favourite vibrators and a towel. I got up and placed a peck on his cheek before making my way to the bathroom. Even without looking back, I knew Daryn was shaking his head in disapproval as I walked around the house naked.

I loved Daryn, and I knew the feeling was mutual, regardless of his ill-tempered moments. Daryn had already been doing housework for my family when they still lived in Scotland. That was over 200 years ago. He had been around long enough to see several generations pass… A cycle that ended when my stupid father made a deal he shouldn’t have, turning his firstborn and only child into a shapeshifting demon. When I grew older and my ‘gift’ started to show, it was Daryn who kept me safe. He protected me, cared for me, and taught me how to look after myself. He became my family.

The bathroom in Daryn’s apartment was small but modern. It had beautiful lighting and two large mirrors. One mirror was placed directly above the sink, and the other was a full-length mirror attached to the inside of the bathroom door, directly opposite the sink. It all showed how vain Daryn really was. He cared a lot about his appearance—always putting in some extra effort, always wearing nice clothes. His wardrobe was larger than mine, even though I kept outfits for five different people.

As I stared in the mirror, familiar light grey eyes stared back at me. A stark contrast against my dark skin. My wild, bright red curls were a chaotic mess, and last night’s makeup was runny, smeared all over my face. You’d think that after all these years I would know better than to get drunk enough to fall asleep without even cleaning myself up. Then again, why wouldn’t I get drunk while walking around in a skimpy dress, pretending to be a stripper?

I placed the vibrator on the sink, allowing both of my hands to roam free for a moment. My breasts, my nipples, my hips. I let my hands travel along my skin, touching all the sensitive spots as I watched myself. Then I lifted one leg sideways, placing my knee on the sink as I bent over. The positioning of the mirrors allowed me to see my own ass as I leaned forward. I moved one hand between my legs, sliding my fingers past my clit and toward my entrance. Then I spread my fingers, opening my folds, giving myself a clear view of my soaking wet pussy.

I used one finger to tease my clit as I grabbed the vibrator with my free hand and placed it in my mouth. There was no doubt I was wet enough, but I sucked on it anyway, pumping it in and out of my mouth until a little bit of drool dripped down the corner of my lips. Then I moved it behind me, lining it up with my pussy before pushing it in.

At first, I left it turned off, simply using it as a dildo, fucking myself slowly, watching how my pussy sucked in the bright pink plastic cock. When I pulled it back out, it was glistening with my juices, which tempted me to put it back in my mouth, allowing myself to taste me.

I moved around, sitting on the edge of the sink. My upper back pressed against the cold glass of the mirror as I leaned back. Then I spread my legs, giving myself a full view once again as I placed one foot against the shower screen and kept the other raised in the air.

While using one hand to stabilize myself, I used the other to turn on the vibrator, slowly trailing it down along the skin of my stomach. When it reached my lower lips, I let it slide between. Just barely. Allowing the vibrations to hit my clit.

For a moment, I closed my eyes, throwing my head back as I felt my body tremble slightly. Then I moved the vibrator, sliding it further between my folds until it was prodding my entrance. I let it slide in and watched as I upped the pace until I was using it to fuck myself hard and deep.

The sound of my own wetness and shaky breaths filled the bathroom. I could see my thighs shining from the fluids I was leaking. I was surely making a mess of the sink beneath me. But I didn’t care.

I turned the vibrator to full speed, leaving it buried inside me as I temporarily released it to turn on the shower in an attempt to drown out the noise I was making. I moaned as I grabbed it again, arching my back as I resumed the pumping movements once more.

Each movement made me more desperate for release. I removed the hand holding me steady, instead moving it between my legs as well, where I used it to play with my clit. I didn’t care about the risk of falling; it didn’t even cross my mind. All I wanted was pleasure.

When I finally felt the pressure building in my core, I pinched my clit as I pushed the vibrator in, angling it to harass my G-spot even more than I already had been. I moaned as an orgasm washed over me, my body trembling as my pussy clenched around the vibrator.

After I caught my breath, I cleaned the vibrator before stepping into the shower myself. I let the warm water run over my skin, washing the memories from the night before away. It was time to think about the present. About which person I needed to be today. Every detail. Her build, her hair and eyes, the colour of her skin, any blemishes. Everything. I closed my eyes and pictured her in my mind. It was easy, something I had done almost every day for a long time.

The red curls started falling. The dark colour of my skin faded as I scrubbed off one layer of skin after another until a rosy, pale skin appeared.

When I finished showering, I stepped in front of the mirror once more, this time being greeted by familiar green eyes with brown specks. I checked my face, my arms. Turned around to check my back. I ran my fingers along the pale skin, making sure there were no mistakes in my appearance.

Once I was satisfied, I cleaned the shower. Collecting the hair, rinsing again to make sure there were no bits of skin left stuck to the wall. Then I rinsed it once more, just to be certain. Daryn would never let me hear the end of it if I left a mess.

I stepped out of the bathroom, where Daryn was waiting for me impatiently with a pile of clothing in his arms. He gestured for me to turn around, nodding in approval before handing me simple white underwear, a plain brown maxi skirt, and a white blouse that was at least two sizes too big.

“I hope you got that out of your system. You might get away with that kind of behaviour when walking around in ChiChi’s skin, but Ellie is a shy girl.”

I rolled my eyes as I got dressed. Ellie was my main skin. She had a part-time job and even owned the shitty basement apartment I lived in. She was my only normal source of income and stability. There was no way I would mess that up. Obviously, I had acquired more properties over time, like the club and Daryn’s apartment, but they were under different names. As I didn’t use those places every day, it wasn’t hard to get away with it as long as I showed the appropriate face once in a while and paid my dues. Ellie’s place, however, was where I spent most of my time. It was the place where I slept. Where I hid most of my cash. She was the skin I wore in my free time. There was no way I would mess up my cover as Ellie.

Once I finished tucking the front of my blouse into my skirt and tying my hair into a tight bun, Daryn threw me my work bag. Then he looked me over once more, making me twirl as he made sure I was ready before handing me my fake glasses.

“All right, now get going. You don’t want to be late on a Friday. I have a feeling something will turn up today.”