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TWRP and NSP in Vancouver last night 🤘🏼
Make it a Party, a Tupperware Party!
Tupperware Catalog, 1962
PYREX MY CUISINE / TUPPERWARE PARTY SOFT CELL | DEMO | rec. 1978-80
Tupperware Party (GT)
A commission for @pr-fae !! 💖 She asked me to write out the scene of Mel and Sammie’s first meeting!
During a typical (and unapproved) scavenging visit to a pretty human’s apartment, Mel fails to realize that said human is still at home. Shenanigans ensue.
A massive door whooshed open and clicked shut in the next room. Mel jolted up from her nap, blinking in the semi-darkness. Her grogginess was tinged with irritation at first, but she snapped into alertness. She’d been worried she would sleep right through the sound of the resident Veillie leaving. Mel was in the cabinet above the fridge—the coziest, most secure place to nap—but the drone of the appliance was loud enough to mask most sounds in the apartment.
“About time, Blondie,” she huffed.
Pulling herself up through the opening atop the cabinet, she stretched her arms over her head and yawned in the light. The light fixture was off, but enough of the sunset peeked through the window for her to see. Sammie’s kitchen looked as inviting as ever, practically beginning to be rifled through.
Mel had learned the human’s name from the loud friends who came over to visit. Sammie, the pretty blond Veillie. She was gone for the night, off to work. Now Mel’s only time constraint hinged on making sure she didn’t return to her home on the other side of the Veil suspiciously late.
But that wouldn’t be an issue. She’d nabbed things from Sammie’s place dozens of times. Navigating to her usual spots was second-nature by this point. In and out.
It was easy to remember Sammie for several reasons. One, it wasn’t typical for Veillies to work all night. Two, she kept the best snacks out of every other place Mel hit. And three, she owned the ugliest, loudest, yellow sofa in existence. Mel wrinkled her nose as she gazed across into the living room. It was a shame that Sammi’s beautiful guitars had to hang on a wall so close to that damn sofa.
“You’re lucky you’re hot,” Mel always muttered from her concealed perches in the living room when she spotted Sammie playing her lovely music.
It hadn’t been part of Mel’s shift to observe Sammie today. This adventure was strictly off the books.
She double-checked her work bag and strategized how best to fill it—which spots in the apartment would be worth visiting to collect from?
As good as she was at being a Scout, she felt her true talent was collecting. Tragically, the funnest part of her miserable job was outlawed. She wasn’t supposed to have a Glyph Glove. And she certainly wasn’t supposed to take anything from the Veillies. But it didn’t matter. There was no one around to tattle on her, and she’d replace Glove before anyone noticed it was missing.
Even the victim of her theft, Sammie, was always unaware that anything was gone. She wasn’t a slob, but she wasn’t exactly the neatest or most organized human in the building. She didn’t seem to think twice about a stray earring vanishing, or one less screw sitting in the box under the sink.
Other Veillies were harder to steal from, meticulous about the placement of their belongings. They weren’t aware that Mel’s kind—Minuts—existed. Hell, they didn’t know anything about the Veil or what existed on the other side. That meant they naturally resorted to mouse traps and glue traps and poison if the tiniest object was out of place.
But not Sammie.
Hooking her rope on the top edge of the cabinet, Mel tested the durability of her harness straps. Once she felt secure, she tucked her mane of hair under her cowl to keep it out of her eyes. Then she leaped off the edge and nimbly caught herself on the rope. The counter waited below. She descended smoothly, wrapping her tail around her leg to maintain her balance.
“Okay, half the bag for screws, half for snacks,” she muttered. “Or… forty-sixty.” She reasoned that she’d sold plenty of supplies this week already. She deserved an extra treat for all the long, hard shifts this week. So it became a matter of deciding which snacks to take. There was an open bag of cookies on the table, so—
She paused.
Footsteps.
Mel took a deep breath and calmed herself. Nothing to get worked up about. The building was rickety and practically falling apart, getting worse by the day. There were plenty of Veillies in the neighboring apartments who walked heavily enough for her to hear the vibrations.
She began lowering herself again. She was sure she had seen a jar of peanuts in the pantry the last time she was here. Maybe this time she could—
The footsteps came right around the corner and entered the kitchen, then stopped just as suddenly.
Mel jerked her head to the side, and a human filled her vision. Sammie’s blond hair was tied up in a messy bun. She was eating a bag of Skittles and wearing gel under-eye masks. She froze with a Skittle halfway in her mouth, her wide-eyed gaze locked securely on Mel.
“MOTHERFUCKER!” Mel screamed. She flinched and let go of her line. In the scramble to catch herself, she flipped upside down and was stopped by her harness. The problem was that her leg was tangled in the line.
She hung over the counter, writhing to orient herself, but unable to pull herself up with her leg caught. Vulnerable. Trapped. Humans on this side of the Veil were unpredictable in their reactions to the unknown. She was going to be tossed in a cage, or mistaken for vermin, or experimented on, or killed for being otherworldly, or—
Mel froze and held her breath when the human drew closer.
“Hang on, I’ve got you.”
Sammie hurriedly tossed the bag of Skittles on the counter, making them scatter. She reached for Mel—well, not right for her. She cupped her hands underneath like a safety net, but the approach spurred Mel into reacting in the only logical way she could think of. She drew the knife from her belt and cut the line, desperate to escape her own binds.
But her reaction delivered her straight to the thing she wanted to avoid. The wind was knocked out of her as she fell onto her back on the human’s palms. But she didn’t lay there for long. She scrambled off and fell to the counter, surrounded by a minefield of Skittles. Once again, the air was forced from her lungs.
“Whoa, holy shit! Are you okay?” Sammie’s voice was frantic, but not deafening.
The fall didn’t hurt. Even if it did, the adrenaline wouldn’t allow Mel to feel it. She sprang to her feet and bolted, carefully not to slip on the stray pieces of candy. She managed to keep a grip on her knife.
“Wait!” Sammie reached out to block her path, and Mel vaulted right over her wrist. As she landed, she scooped up a Skittle and hurled it toward the human. She didn’t watch long enough to see where it hit, but judging by the resounding cry, she assumed it hit Sammie’s face.
But the accurate hit didn’t matter. There was nowhere to go. No openings on this patch of counter space. There was one next to the sink, but Sammie was hovering there. Mel had no line to climb. With each slow step Sammie took closer, Mel was hopelessly cornered. She thought about throwing the knife with the same fervor as the Skittle, but then she’d lose her only weapon.
“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay,” Sammie said. She loomed even nearer, trying to get a better look as Mel backed herself up against the wall. “A-are you hurt?”
Breathing hard and shaking all over, Mel flickered her gaze away from Sammie’s daunting form and looked at the edge of the counter. She could take the fall to the floor if she jumped. Then she could get under the fridge and exit the apartment through there. And never-ever-ever come back.
Sammie cocked her head, following Mel’s gaze, then slowly shook her head. “Don’t even—”
“Fuck you, Blondie!” Mel spat.
She bolted for the edge, and Sammie weirdly lunged for the sink instead of her. Drying dishes clattered as she grabbed something. Mel didn’t care what it was—not until that thing was slammed over her. She ran into a hard, plastic wall before she could stop herself.
Tupperware. She’d been trapped in a Tupperware bowl that still smelled of dish soap. Mel gave a war cry and threw herself into the wall. The entire thing jolted forward, which inspired her to take another running start, hoping to get it over the edge. But this time, a huge hand pressed down on the top of the bowl, and Mel’s tackle only sent her bouncing back to the center.
“Let me the fuck out!” Mel shrieked.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Sammie said, her voice weird and echo-y through the plastic. “I panicked! I didn’t wanna grab you, but you were gonna—hey! You have to stop that—please!”
“Fuck you!” Mel snapped again. She took yet another running start and threw herself against the side of the Tupperware again. This time, she saw stars dance in her vision. That didn’t stop her from getting up. “Let me out! Let me out right now!”
She hated the fearful tone in her voice, but she couldn’t help it. She was never going to see her family again. How long would it take them to realize something was wrong? How long until they realized she was never coming home? She swiped at her frightened tears and saw Sammie’s face soften with sympathy through the curve of the plastic.
“Hey,” Sammie said in a soft, soothing voice. “It’s okay. Please, don’t cry. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m so sorry—I didn’t mean to scare you. I just don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“I’m not crying!” Mel said, hurriedly swiping again at her wet cheeks.
Sammie’s eyebrows knit. “If you try to calm down, I’ll take the bowl off. How does that sound?”
“It sounds like you’re full of shit. And I’m pretty fucking calm, if you ask me!” She gave the plastic wall one more pointed shove and slumped down against it. Glaring at her own faint reflection, she realized her hood had fallen. She dropped her forehead against the plastic, unable to believe she’d been caught in such a rookie way.
“I think you could use a couple more seconds to calm down,” Sammie said, not in a cruel or mocking way. In a weirdly kind way.
Mel didn’t buy it. “You weren’t even supposed to be here! What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Um.” A small smile curled on the edge of Sammie’s lips. It would have been cute under any other circumstance. Even with those stupid eye mask things, she was pretty. “I live here?”
“But you’re supposed to be gone at this time! I heard the door!”
Sammie’s eyebrows shot up. “I came home from running errands. I took the night off.”
“Ugh! Of course.”
“Hey… How do you know about my schedule?”
Mel shut her mouth and wanted to punch herself in the face. “It doesn’t matter. You’ve got me anyway, so why should I talk?” She held her breath, wondering what sort of torture methods could be swirling behind those big, beautiful eyes?
But no threats came. Instead, Sammie seemed deep in thought for a few moments before leaning down near where Mel sat. She tried to catch Mel’s gaze through the plastic. “If you promise not to jump to your death… I’ll let you out. But we are gonna circle back to you spying on me. How’s that?”
Mel set her jaw and narrowed her eyes at the Veillie. “You’ll let me out,” she said skeptically. “And then what?”
“And then… I dunno. What exactly was on your agenda? What’re you doing here to begin with?”
“A cookie,” she said flatly. “Maybe a screw or two.” She pursed her lips and considered her options. “Okay, fine. I won’t jump. But I do have a knife, so you better keep your mitts to yourself.”
“I won’t lay a finger on you,” Sammie said, her tone lighter now with Mel’s cooperation.
That had to be an outright lie, but Mel didn’t see any other way the damn bowl was going to get gone.
As though she was dealing with a bomb, Sammie carefully lifted the Tupperware like she didn’t trust Mel either. Mel kept a tight grip on her knife, ready to stab at a moment’s notice. Her eyes strayed to the edge of the counter again, but the thought of the bowl slamming back down made her reconsider the urge to run again.
Shockingly, Sammie stayed true to her word about keeping her hands to herself. Her eyes were another matter. She openly stared at Mel, but she didn’t look as shocked as Mel would have expected a Veillie to be upon seeing a Minut for the first time.
Sammie tilted her head as if she was trying to see more of Mel, but her gear and clothing prevented it. “You’ve got great reflexes, cutting the rope like that,” Sammie said, like she was offering a compliment.
Not good enough reflexes to jump off the counter, apparently. Mel clenched her fists, too frustrated to talk.
“Do you think you can get home on your own?” Sammie asked after a long pause. “You’re not hurt?”
Mel nearly dropped the knife. She’d already been plotting how to escape the cage she’d inevitably be shoved into. “You… You’re letting me leave?”
Sammie shrugged. “It doesn’t seem like you want to be anywhere near me right now. But… Can you come back tomorrow?”
“Why in the ever-living fuck would I do that?”
“I can fix you up some food to make up for scaring you. And we need to have a serious talk about the whole spying on me thing. I swear I won’t hurt you, but… You’re not exactly off the hook about that. Seems fair, doesn’t it?”
Mel gaped at her. Then she hardened and started backpedaling, unsure what Sammie was planning, but feeling cornered once again. “Fuck no, I’m not coming back,” she scoffed.
She expected Sammie to get angry. Maybe to grab the Tupperware again and trap her for good. But instead, the pretty Veillie just looked sad. That pout was enough to tug at Mel’s heartstrings, regardless of her size. And… so far, Sammie hadn’t done anything outright cruel or even halfway mean. She’d almost been just as panicked as Mel about the Tupperware prison. Her only real sin was breaking away from her usual schedule.
To top it all off, her reaction to Mel’s existence was… unusual, to say the least. And Mel found herself insatiably curious about it.
Pressing her lips into a thin line, she caved faster than she cared to admit. “Fine! I guess I can come back.” She pointed the knife at Sammie. “Maybe! But it better be good food! Not that microwave meal crap.”
Sammie’s hand lifted suddenly. Mel lurched back and raised the blade higher, certain that the act was finally up and she was about to be grabbed. But no. Sammie only grabbed the Skittles bag and took one piece of candy from within. She held it out to Mel between a finger and thumb. It was a yellow one. The same stupid color as the sofa.
“How about this for now?” Sammie said. “To tide you over.”
Cautiously, Mel eased forward and snatched the candy. Then she strode for the sink purposefully, already able to feel the ache of the fall and her escape attempts. Apparently, Sammie could see her pain just as well.
“Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t need any help?”
“I’m fine.”
A shadow darkened over her. A hand reached slowly. “You’re sure?”
“I said I’m fine!” Mel twisted around and threw the yellow Skittle, hitting Sammie in the face again.
Sammie’s shadow pulled back. “Oh! Okay. My bad. So sorry,” she said meekly.
Feeling a strange tug of guilt, Mel got the hell out of there. She thought she would feel relieved when she finally was back in the safety of the walls. Instead, that stupid, stupid guilt stayed lodged firmly in her heart.
Maybe she would come back. Just so that her last glimpse of Sammie wouldn’t be that sorry pout.
Maybe.
Tupperware! 1965
Tupperware Party- Part 2 - Jimmy Darling Oneshot - AHS
Authors note: Here it is! Finally! Five months after part 1!! Tupperware Party - Part 2. Thank you all for being patient and supportive during the break. I haven't edited or proofread this because I've been busy and i wanted to get this up asap. Sorry in advance. (Once again I am posting from a mobile device and cannot make this post 'read more' until I have access to a computer.)
Since this part is NSFW and contains detailed sex scenes, I would like to ask that it be viewed by readers who are 18+ only, thank you.
Word count : 3618
Warning: Detailed sex scenes, oral (female recieving), fingering, multiple orgasms, sex, female mastrabation
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You and Jimmy lay there for a while without so much as a whisper. Simply holding eachother. Your breathing had synced and the rise and fall of your chests were the only movement in the room.
However, this couldn't go on all day. The occasional laugh or loud remark from the other Jupiter ladies could be heard through the walls. A constant reminder for both you and Jimmy that time hadn't stopped moving. Eventually you would have to walk back down that hallway and bear the cheers and knowing grins of women who would presume to know what happened during these very moments. And Jimmy...poor Jimmy, would have to welcome the next Betty or Sue who walked through the door with the same rehearsed charm as he had welcomed you.
Sometime during these thoughts, your grip on the warm body next to you had tightened. Hugging into Jimmy like you were afraid he would slip away, as you knew he eventually must.
"Are you alright, doll?" He asked carefully, his dark eyes brushing over your face for any hint of discontent.
Doll, the 4-letter word touched a place inside you that rarely awoke. It was not the first time you had been called by it, but the way he said it had sparked something inside you.
"What was that?" You asked, locking eyes with him
"Are you alright, doll?" He repeated himself, shifting closer to you and once again setting fire to that spark
"Jimmy..." you trailed off shyly, your face inches from his
"Yes?" He answered quickly, hanging off your every word
"Would you mind if...I mean, may I..." you couldn't bring yourself to ask
Instead you simply moved closer. Slowly bringing your lips closer to his. It was almost unconsciously done, as if he had put you in some sort of trance.
He didn't turn away or speak. He just watched in awe as the woman in front of him brushed her lips against his.
"Please do, doll. By all means" he said softly through a shaky breath. Answering the question that you couldn't find the courage to ask out loud
You placed a hand on his cheek and kissed him again. This time lingering for a moment. You wanted far more than these short brushes against his pink lips. You wanted him in the way that cheerleaders sit behind the bleachers with jocks while they both disregard their classes. With heavy kisses and a tight grips.
His hand moved toward you, then froze mid-air. Paralyzed by the fear of his deformity. After a moment, it began to retreat back to the place on your cardigan where it had sat. It left you robbed of the feeling that would have come with his hand settled on your cheek. And brought a rush of anger at everyone who had ever made him feel shame over his condition.
You pulled him into a deeper kiss, your hand leaving his face for a moment and guiding his own onto your cheek.
"I want to feel your touch." You whispered into his ear once you broke the kiss.
There was a slight nudge against your leg which sent a fire down your whole body. The words you had spoken had sparked a bulge in Jimmy's worn out denim jeans.
The moment of pause it caused you was enough for him to pull away. Shuffling his hips backwards so that you weren't being touched by his arousal.
You caught him though. Your hand darting for the curve of his waist and tugging him back towards you.
"No need to shy away from me, Jimmy Darling." You cooed softly
Your hand trailed down from his waist to his hips and from his hips to his thigh. His breath hitched and his eyes rolled back. He leaned into you ever so slightly and you brushed your thumb over the quaking zipper which jolted with the constriction.
"Ma'am...err...Miss?" He uttered between two shudders
"Doll?" You hummed back to him, sliding your hand further down his thigh so he could think clearly
"Doll" he repeated, sounding more relaxed "you're a sweetheart, truly, but you need to see me for what I am"
He held his hands up as if they were proving his point. The two, oddly shaped appendages waving at you. Waiting for you to realize that they were the hands of a freak and come to your proper senses.
"I see you, Jimmy Darling. I see your kind eyes and your dashing smile. I see the way you let me hold you, kiss you even. And yes, Darling, I see your hands too. But only the way they clutched me tighter and didn't want to let me go." You said gently
Jimmy's face was unreadable. As if he were replaying your words on repeat for some hidden meaning or motive. But while he did so, you traced your lips over his neck. Showering his with kisses on every available inch of his body and pulling at his shirt collar to reveal more.
"You're really something, doll" he said finally and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, discarding it to the nightstand and knocking over the decorative picture that sat there.
Jimmy had let go of his previous trepidation and was now fast in returning affections. His sweet, lips tasted like honey as they covered yours in hot kisses. His hands, rough and uneven, pryed away my petticoats with gentleness of a morning breeze. His shoes hit the floor in two heavy clunks as he kicked them off.
His mouth began to trail down your neck. It pulled passionately at the skin in a way you have never experienced before. His warm breath sent a rush down your core as he continued across your collarbone and crept closer to the neckline of your dress.
"Turn over, if you'd please, y/n" he directed you and you did not hesitate to comply
He fumbled with the zip in a way that made your heart ache. There was so much determination in his eyes, as if he was trying to prove to himself that he could do this.
"Jimmy..." You whispered, wondering how long you should wait before you intervened.
"Hush, doll, I'll get it, don't you worry" he replied with a charming confidence.
Suddenly you felt both his hands pull the fabric taught of your hips and before you could ask what he was up to, the zip began to come down. You could feel the brush of the tip of his nose and his curls tickle their way down your back along with the zipper and all at once you understood what he was doing.
The thought of Jimmy pulling down your dress zipper with his teeth drove you wild. It was difficult not to squirm as a rush of lewd thoughts began to fill your mind. Wondering where else that mouth would be once your dress was discarded.
Once the zipper reached its end, Jimmy made quick work of the fabric and before you knew it the dress was on the other side of the room in a heap.
"Are you sure this is okay, doll?" Jimmy asked carefully, eyeing your body with a lot of restraint.
You smiled as you realised how much of a kind soul Jimmy Darling really was. This was far more than okay by you. You wriggled off your underskirt and lay on your back wearing just your bra and panties.
"This is the most okay I've been in a very long time, Jimmy" you assured him
What a sight you were to him. Practically naked on a plush bed, surrounded by pillows. Whenever he thought about this day in years to come, he was sure he would swear up and down that he was in the presence of an angel. A beautiful, compassionate angel.
Jimmy stood at the end of the bed and unbuckled his jeans. Unable to hold back the sigh of relief as the pants dropped to the floor. You eyed the bulge in his underwear with a wave of lust and anticipation. You finally realized that this was actually happening.
When he removed his undershirt, your core lit up like the forth of July. He was...magnificent. He wasn't particularly sculpted, in fact he held a bit of weight in his stomach which you hadn't expected. The musles were gently outlined in places and covered in others by a small layer of fat. It suited him. It matched the youthful roundness of his cheeks.
Jimmy began to crawl up the bed, his eyes locked with yours. His lips trailed up your leg and over your thigh, making you whine desperately, then continued up your stomach and torso until he reached your covered breasts.
"You are gorgeous" he whispered, his teeth tugging slightly at the fabric of your bra
Reaching behind yourself, you unclipped the bra and allowed it to be pulled off by Jimmy's tight grip between his teeth. When he finally gazed upon you without it, he paused in absolute admiration
"I've never seen a more beautiful woman in my life" he said
You shyed away immediately, unsure how to accept such a compliment, but a hand on your cheek forced you not to look away. His touch meant so much more to you when you thought about how he had been the one to shy away only minutes ago. Now he was touching you without flinching or pulling back, and it made your heart burst with affection.
He began to kiss all over your chest. Softly, and then passionately, and returning to soft, butterfly kisses. He neared your breasts and began to nibble and suck at the skin. A moan escaped your mouth and it spurred him on with a determination you had never seen. He grew more and more passionate with his kisses until his lips found yours once again.
"Let me make you moan" he breathed against your lips
"I don't think I could stop myself if I tried" you giggled as you spoke
Your laughter caught in your throat when you felt his hand brush over the fabric of your panties
"Jimmy..." you breathed as he continued to ghost over the inside of your thighs "Oh, Jimmy..."
"You don't have to be quiet, doll." He reminded you, causing you to briefly remember all the other women who had been in this very bed only hours ago.
"Jimmy?" you asked him with a seriousness that made him pause
"Yes, doll? Are you okay? I can stop if you'd like" he offered
"No, please...I just...I want to know...is this..." you tried to think of a decent way to ask the question that was burning in your mind "...like the others? Like what you've been doing with the other women today?"
"Y/n..." he seemed almost alarmed, "is that what you want?"
"Heveans no. I want you, Jimmy. Not just your hands, or whatever else women here pay you for. And I want you to want this. I don't want to be another customer paying for a cheap thrill in the back room of a suburban home." You gushed, cupping his cheek with your hand
His lips brushed against yours for a moment and his hand returned to teasing over your covered womanhood.
"Well then, doll. Let me show you how much I want you." He smirked and slowly decended down your body until he came face to face with the fabric he had been toying with.
It was damp with your neediness and you whimpered as he pulled the elastic down from your hips. His eyes flickered up to yours, checking for the hundredth time that you were okay with his movements. You squirmed as his breath his your exposed privates. You felt an intense need for something, anything, to happen. That's when you felt it. A strong, wet line right between the two folds. And then another. And another.
"Jimmy! Oh my..." you exclaimed, never having felt anything like it
His hands gripped your hips tighter and he began to draw all sorts of shapes with his tongue that made your body curve into his touch. You moaned loudly. Not caring if the other women heard. In fact, knowing that they could hear you made you even more excited. They would soon hear just how Jimmy was making you feel, and that no matter who stepped in here afterwards, he was yours.
Jimmy discovered the spot that made your moans louder and he began to flick and tease it with his tongue. It made your hips buck wilding and he held you firmer into the mattress.
"Nearly there, doll. Hold still" You could feel his smile against you
You weren't entirely sure what he meant until his mouth returned to your most sensitive spot and just when you thought you had reached the peak of your pleasure, he slid a long, thick finger into you.
You screamed out a moan so loudly that Jimmy moaned at the sound of it. Some coil inside you that Jimmy had wound tighter and tighter had suddenly snapped and you could feel the pulsating throb inside you as your entire lower half became the most sensitive you had ever known it to be.
"That's it. Relax, doll. Don't try to control it." Jimmy cooed, his finger still pumping in and out of you at a gentle pace, while his tongue began to lap up every inch of your pleasure.
Every so often he would brush up against an especially sensitive area and your body would jolt, causing him to hold you down tighter.
Your head fell back onto the pillow and you moaned. Eyes closing in absolute bliss as he continued to gently explore the area with his tongue. Every so often he would plant soft kisses on the inside of your thighs or against your hip bones, thrusting his fingers deeper inside you.
"Oh, Jimmy..." you moaned, having no words to describe how you were feeling
"I love the way you moan my name." He said, cheekily flicking his tongue over the most sensitive part of you once again
"Jimmy..." you moaned again, this time with a small laugh
"Y/n" he replied back with a grin, repeating the action
You moaned again and he began thrusting his finger faster into you. His tongue running small circles around your sensitivity.
"Oh my...Jimmy...Jimmy...I'm going to..." you gasped as you realised what he was doing and braced your body as that familiar coil began to tighten a second time
"Please, Jimmy...enough" you whimpered softly between moans "I don't know...if I can..."
He tightened his grip with his free hand and continued to pound the other one into you.
And then it happened again. And he grinned against you. Feeling you shake and arch against him a second time
"Jimmy!!" You moaned
"Relax, angel. Enjoy it. It won't hurt you" he cooed gently
You were out of breath and panting as your eyes went from him to the ceiling. But quickly closed when his tongue returned to softly prying open your soaking wet entrance.
You really were a moaning mess underneath him. He returned to his cycle of kisses and tongue, savouring each sound you made and each movement your body involuntarily gave.
"You are gorgeous" he smiled against your wetness, "and you are the most delicious dessert I have ever tasted"
"Jimmy!" You snapped indignantly
"Yes, angel?" He asked innocently and slid another finger deeply inside you
Whatever you were going to say was interrupted by a moan and a shudder. Jimmy seemed satisfied with that and put his mouth back on you for a final time. Clearing any complaints of his words from your mind.
"How do you feel, angel?" He asked
You simply moaned, unable to string words together into even the simplest sentance.
"Good." He grinned from ear to ear
As unbelievably satisfied as you were, you wanted one more thing. You motioned for him to come closer and he removed himself from between your thighs, his fingers slipping out of you and leaving an emptiness which made you whine.
"Yes, doll?" He asked
You reached out and palmed the solid bulge in his underwear. He breathed in sharply and reached over to lean his hand on the wall for support.
"Jimmy, please...I want..." whether it was from modesty or the explosions that had gone off in your brain with each orgasm, you couldn't find the words to ask
"Are you sure, angel? You don't need ..." his strained words were interrupted by a full-body shudder and moan as you squeezed the outline of his bulge in your hand
"Oh doll, you're driving me crazy" He said and dropped his underwear to the floor
His lips kissed your neck as he positioned himself on top of you. You bucked your hips helplessly in hopes of closing the distance.
"Jimmy..." you moaned, "please, I need to feel..." you started, but he tightened his grip on your hip and plunged himself into your slick wetness.
"Oh, Jimmy!" You cried out
His body tightened for a moment and he took a moment to simply relish being inside you. You could tell this meant a lot to him, just as it did to you. There was no faking the expression of raw bliss that overtook his face.
Once you bucked your hips a few times, he began to slide in and out of you. It felt so different to his fingers. It was as solid as a rock and filled you perfectly.
You moaned and he leaned away from your neck so that he was towering over you.
"You feel incredible" you said to him
"I was about to tell you the same, doll" he replied
He threw his head back and grunted as he thrusted deeper into you. Which was just about the hottest thing you had ever witnessed.
You began to raise your hips to meet each thrust. Allowing him to reach just a bit further inside you. His head dropped and a few beads of sweat fell onto your breasts.
He took one of your hands, which you only just realised was clutching the sheets of the bed as if for dear life, and brought it up to his shoulder. Encouraging you to grip it just as tightly as you gripped the fabric of the bed.
"Oh yes..." he groaned at the feeling
He then took your other hand, which had been clutching the pillow, and brought it far down until it lingered over the sensitive area of your womanhood which still throbbed from his touch.
"Go on, don't be shy, angel. I want to feel you tighten around me" he said is a husky voice which made you clench and he moaned at the feeling
You were timid at first. The idea of playing with yourself in front of a man was daunting, but after everything that had happened since you entered this room, you didn't feel uncomfortable for long. Soon your gentle touches turned into a search for the same pleasure that he had brought you. All the while he continued to thrust into you
"That's a girl, doll" he smiled his cheeky smile as he watched you from above.
"Oh, Jimmy..." you moaned
"I know, angel, I know. Just relax" he said, panting
That was it. Your coil couldn't take it anymore and whatever it was inside of you that controlled the uncontrollable sensation released yet another body-shaking orgasm from you.
"Oh, angel! Y/n...ugh" he groaned and slammed his entire length into you once more. His grip tightening and his eyes closing.
You could feel a throbbing deep inside you as he pumped his warm cum into your womanhood, which was shaking from its own orgasm. You wrapped your legs around his bare behind and forcefully pulled him deeper into you. Jimmy moaned and repeated the motion, slowly but forcefully thrusting into you while he continued to expel hot streams of cum into you.
"Oh god, doll." He moaned
"Jimmy..." you moaned for a final time
It took a while before he pulled away and collapsed on the mattress beside you.
You both lay there breathlessly. Chests heaving and occasionally making content noises to yourselves. Both just enjoying the natural high which followed such a passionate act.
There was a heavy knocking on the door.
"Y/n! The rest of us girls are waiting! Two more minutes!"
It made you feel sick to think that after something as real and mind-blowingly intimate as that, Jimmy would simply put on his clothes and greet the next woman with his rehearsed charm.
"Let me take you out, doll" Jimmy spoke suddenly, "I want to take you out on a proper date."
"Jimmy-" you started to reply, but he interrupted you
"I won't take no for an answer. Come on, angel. Just let me take you on one date. I know I'm not a regular guy and that makes a lot of folk wary, but I promise I'm a good person." He said, sounding as if he was getting ready to continue.
"Jimmy! Jimmy, it would be my pleasure. Honestly I would've been disappointed if you hadn't asked at all." You replied
"I know but I...wait, seriously? You mean it?"
"Of course I mean it, silly. I said I wanted you, didn't I?"
"You did, but I wasn't sure if maybe...you know...you only meant..."
"I meant it. I want you Jimmy. Not just now in the back room of some suburban home. Jimmy Darling you are an extraordinary person. Now come here, we've only got two minutes!" You pulled Jimmy closer to you and cuddled into his bare chest, your legs intertwined with his.
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Brr! There’s an autumn chill in the air today that puts us in the mood for some warm (perhaps even amazing) tweed this #FashionFriday. And check out those shiny saucer buttons! This incomplete set of 1950s style cards from Fashion Frocks, Inc. includes fabric swatches and a reverse side offering information about sizing, fabric options, care instructions, pricing, and marketing language advertising the dress design shown on each card.
Fashion Frocks was a dress manufacturing company that operated out of Cincinnati, Ohio. It was founded by Mitchell Meyers and his son Philip Meyers. In 1908, the elder Meyers had founded a different dress manufacturing business, the Princess Garment Company. This company was transformed by the father and son team in 1925 into Fashion Frocks, Inc. after the younger Meyers decided to shift their business model into one in which women served as agents offering direct sales to other women, much like the system famously employed by Avon. The company continued to be run as a family business until its closure; its last corporate president was Mitchell Meyers’ grandson, Philip Meyers, Jr.
These cards, and others like them, would have been distributed to their sales representatives recruited through advertisements in women’s magazines. One 1935 advertisement offered "special employment for married women”, with the opportunity to earn up to $15 a week and free clothing by selling dresses to other women door-to-door. By 1946, this figure had risen to $25 a week or more.
This time-flexible means of transforming domestic spaces into discreet spaces of business was appealing to many women during a time in which pressure and opportunities to spend money on consumer goods was peaking, while opportunities for married, middle-class women to earn money through work outside the home were both limited and stigmatized. As Fashion Frock’s market base of middle-class white women became increasingly more suburban, their model shifted from door-to-door selling to home entertaining in a party-like environment, a strategy previously made popular by Tupperware.
This marketing model proved successful for decades. At the peak of their success in the early 1950s, Fashion Frocks employed nearly 2,000 workers at their manufacturing warehouse, brought in nearly $16 million dollars in gross sales annually, and expanded to markets overseas. As women’s interest in direct sales began to wane, however, the company’s fortunes shifted, first ending their door-to-door sales model in 1957, and then finally closing their own doors for good in 1976.
These cards are call number f Trade Cat .F2487 195- in the Hagley Library’s collection of trade catalogs and pamphlets. You can view more of these cards, and the reverse sides of each image online now by clicking here to view their page in our Digital Archive.
