It was a dark and stormy night...

...the door to the local dive bar swung open. A statuesque man entered, shoulders and hair damp from the weather he had just walked through. A curt nod from the barman welcomed him inside."Something I can get'cha? A few napkins or a bar towel, maybe?" he asked, only half-joking.The man chuckled as he sat down, fluffing his hair out with a splayed palm to try to rid himself of some of the droplets falling down. Swirling tattoos criss-crossed over his ring and middle finger and peeked from under the cuff of the fitted button-up he wore, unconsciously catching the eye of the barman. "Nah, I'm quite alright. It's just a little rain, it won't melt me. Can I get something to match the weather, though?""Dark 'n Stormy, then, coming right up."--The stranger sat, slowly sipping on the spicy concoction. A little lighter on the rum than he liked, but a drink is a drink. A hand found his wrist, and his eyes moved up it's slender fingers, tattooed arm, all the way up to a woman's face. He knew the drill by now. His plan worked. He'd finally make some money tonight.Step one: look her in the eye. Count to three, let the look linger for a second: 1, 2, 3. Smile, make sure to crinkle the corners of the eyes. Exhale a laugh, and hit her with the worst line possible. "Well hey, gorgeous. What's got you coming over to say hey to a stranger tonight?" And the icing on the cake: lean in juuust enough to let her smell you.The lilt in her laugh, and the twinkle he caught in her eye told him it worked. She slid forward and shifted to let her fingers fall around his wrist, a knuckle touching the outside of his chilled glass. "Not a whole lot. Figure I would come by to see what you were doing here all by yourself though. Not many new faces around here."Act shocked. "Really now, with someone like you around here I was shocked there wasn't a charge at the door." Laugh at yourself. Smooth. "Or was that too crass?"She laughed, but it was the expression he was very used to by now. Furrowed brows, meaning she hated that she laughed. Lips curled in that oh-so-sour curl he knew very well on people. "Okay, that was pretty bad, but you get a pass."
"A pass, hm? I'm honored. Do tell, what does that pass get me, gorgeous?" Place the other hand on top. You're in now.Her eyes dilated and her lips parted, more relaxed under his spell. Atta girl."Don't think I got your name either. Can't go around calling you gorgeous and honey all night, people might think we came in together."She paused, snapping briefly out of her trance. "Mary. And you...?" Her cheeks lit ablaze."...Adrian," he always forgot the name he uses for nights like these. Can't recycle too many times. It makes you traceable.She squinted her eyes slightly, the pause in his tone prickling at the back of her mind. "Adrian, huh? Same name you tell every woman you meet?"“And if it's not?” Make sure to lace it with humor. Believable or not, it's test number one.She laughs. +1 for Miss Mary.The stranger leaned in, just a hair. Just enough to close the gap. The type of distance to make you refocus your vision a little to see the other clearer.Now let's see… Eyes dilated. Cheeks flushed. She's leaned in too. She hasn't backed up.Jackpot.Now to start the banter to build just enough trust to make her miss him when he leaves.…Two. Three. Four more drinks a person. The stranger put it on his tab. His hair dried fully by this point, shirt barely carrying the evening’s dampness on it.Well-manicured fingers now rested on his heavily-tattoed arm, propped on the bar counter with a half-empty drink at the end of it. Her own heavily tattooed arm pressed against his, their warmths sending chills across both of them.She was holding back. A chance to strike.“So tell me, Miss Mary, any places we can get some peace and quiet around here?”A devilish grin peeks through the corners at her mouth. Her eyes twinkle. “Well. It's no 5-star corner, but…maybe we could find a spot somewhere…” She looks sheepish, averting her gaze for just a moment, brown eyes avoiding his gaze. “You okay…with the bathrooms?”The stranger hesitated, but agreed. “Aw, I at least would way rather take you somewhere much nicer. But it's 5-star if you're there. Lead the way, you know this place much better than me, after all.”That's right. Let her lead. Let her feel in control. She trusts you more that way.She held a hand out, the swirl of her left arm’s tattoo even reflecting on the underbelly of her two center fingers. The stranger made a comment on it, making sure to note the things she can control. Mary smiled back at him, hiking the sleeve of her blouse up to reveal more swirling patterns up her upper arm and into her shoulder.The two snuck away to the swinging restroom doors, being as subtle as humanly possible as to not draw attention from security. It's often amazing what one can get away with if it's played off with confidence. They find a stall and push the lock shut with a curt click.“Adrian… Come here. Don't make me wait.”He refused to hesitate, and ducked his hand under the hem of her top, cupping a hearty breast through her bra. His lips collided with hers, and she moaned against his. Thankfully, the restroom was empty, but they both knew better than to be too loud. Mary shifted to sit on the tank of the toilet, gripping him towards her with her arms around his neck.She would shift accordingly, she knew the drill. Morphing into what any person in a night would desire.
“Adrian…” she moaned against his lips. She dropped her voice to a whisper, words peppered between kisses. “Tell me…what's your favorite part…of…a woman..?”His kisses stuttered for a moment, but he continued, palming her chest more fervently. A boob guy, got it.She knew the methods by now. Alter the silhouette of them a little. He'd gotten himself so lust-drunk, she imagined he wouldn't really realize if her chest increased a cup size. She knew how to play it off by now.She felt the squish of his thumb dig in above the cup of her bra, forefingers digging into the fabric. “Touch me,” she pleaded.He shoved the now ill-fitted bra above her breasts, spilling them out under her top. He looks down, perplexed for just a half a second, before hooking a thumb under to let her shift join her bra in exposing her chest fully. The swirling pattern continues off her upper arm, seeming to frame her left breast for him.“Holy…”Mary chuckled, ready for her self-inflicted lines. “Ugh, I knooow. This bra just doesn't fit very well. Thanks for…getting me out of it.” She made a point to glance down at them, a size she didn't typically stay in, but she knew men loved them. The…”mommy milker” type of chest.He dropped his head to trail kisses across them. Some across the left, moving to the right. Soft moans left her throat, muffled behind her tightly pursed lips. His hands moved to palm her other breast, the nipple rolling between two of his fingers. Little electric tingles rippled through Mary’s body and her back arched, pushing her shoulders firmer against the cold, bland bathroom wall. This wasn't the ideal spot, but hey, she's done this in way worse spots.She found a clear angle to wrap her legs, hooking her feet together behind the small of his back. A hand involuntarily moved to rest in front of her mouth, as though a half-closed fist would stifle her sounds further.The restroom door swung open and two women's voices chattered about their plans later on. Neither Mary nor Adrian processed a syllable of it, but both froze in place to avoid being heard. She thankfully picked the back stall, so hopefully the women were too drunk to realize the man's shoes were facing the wrong way for the stall. Or, well, that they were a man's.Toilet flushed. Hearts pounded.
The sink stopped. Shallow breaths.
Dissipated laughter and the swish of the restroom door closing behind them. A short exhale of relief.And then the kick of adrenaline from nearly being caught hit them both like a truck.He hiked her skirt and pushed aside her panties, presenting him with a nearly trimmed pussy and a little gold barbell at the peak of her lips. A beautiful Christina-shaped bow for his present tonight.“Jesus, fuck, that's… God, that's hot, Mary.” He was practically drooling.“Then taste it for yourself…” she breathed. Panting was typically a result of an adrenaline rush, but this was one tangled up in lust. She needed the relief.He wrapped his arms under and around her thighs, and pulled her lips to his like it was his last meal. Mary gritted her teeth and pressed her lips together even firmer. Fuck, he was good, but she knew no matter how hard her body fought it, she couldn't make much sound. She at least hoped the fervent hissing breaths out of her nose and the odd “oh, fuck” and “God, Adrian, yes, keep going” whispered into the dingy stall at least did it for him.His tongue dipped into her before moving to swirl around her clit and absentmindedly play with the ending of her piercing in the process. Maybe he was a bit drunk and couldn't help himself. It was the first time he had seen one so close.She fisted a handful of his hair while her other hand held onto the toilet’s tank for dear life. Her legs trembled, her eyes fluttered and lost focus, and her mouth fell agape. And as her toes curled inward and her legs finally clenched around his head, she clamped her mouth shut, hoping that if someone somehow heard, they would just confuse her moans for someone having a rough time in the stall. Wave after wave of pleasure closed her legs around his head and clenched and twitched her body as the first orgasm Adrian would pull from her tonight wracked her.He refused to move, gently kissing at her labia and languidly slipping his tongue inside and out to not overstimulate her too much. His arms kept her upright. The drinks were taking hold, sure, but this is a part of what he came here for.She slowly caught her breath, and Adrian shifted, careful to not drop her. Keeping her snug against himself, he attempted to unbuckle his belt to free himself. He had been straining against his slacks for most of the latter half of their conversation and couldn't help but want to get to the main course with her. His dessert, impeccable of course. But she deserved more, and he wanted to be the one to give it. Hard. And sloppy, and feral, and–Her hands found his belt buckle under her own ass, pulling herself up to do so. “Goodness, look at you.” He remarked, a bit more breathless than he expected. He tidied his face up with a smudge from the back of his hand.Mary chuckled. “I promise you there's wayyy cooler stuff I can do… but thank you,’ she chuckled as quietly as she could. “How about this. Can you keep a secret?”Uh oh. Adrian cocked an eyebrow at that. “Uh, depends. I'm not about to find out you're married or something, am I?”Not the first time she had heard that. “Oh, no! No, no. Nothing like that, I'm not about to be in a relationship and have fun like this,” she shook her head, the belt buckle coming free finally. Now, his pants. “I mean like…okay, how about this. If you can guess the tattoo I have up here on my collarbone-” she pointed with a tilt of her head in the direction of her right collarbone, “- I'll figure out a reward for you.”Adrians brow creased. “Uh…oh, I don't know, like. A song lyric or something?”She feigned surprise. “Damn, what a good guess. You can lift since my hands are a bit busy. It's a little hazy since I got it years ago, but… ya know.”Huh. Turns out it was. A few words in very blown-out text under her collarbone. He wasn't sure how he had missed that before, but his head was too swimmy to think harder on it. “What… That's cool though, huh. So…what do I get out of it?”Time. +1 for being a gullible fuckin idiot. She would have this drunkard book line and sinker. You wouldn't miss a blown out tattoo on a collarbone. She wasn't dressed like a damn nun.“Tell me then. Who's your celebrity crush? Do you have one?” She asked, hooking her thumbs under his boxers, ready to free him, but pausing until her question got answered.He retracts his head back. “...what?”“I promise it'll make sense in a second. It's just a dream, don't worry. So who is it?” She leaned, curiosity plastered outwardly on her face.“If I say Jessica Rabbit, is…that too cliche?”Funny enough, yes, but she didn't wanna ruin the illusion for him. “Pff, nah, Not at all! Think really hard for me. What does she look like?”“Uh…” he was dumb and lost in every ounce of this. Good. “...redheaded. Big, sultry eyes, curvy as hell. I think she was kind of the first realization that women weren't just annoying cootie-carriers growing up…”He trailed off, moving to stare at the ceiling after a while.Red headed. Check. She mimicked the big Hollywood waves she felt the character would have had.
Big sultry eyes. She made a point to push herself for the dense, heavy eyeshadow.
Busty, and wasp-waisted. This was someone she'd shifted to to fulfill fantasies before. This form felt strange, organs shimmying to places they didn't belong for long to create her corseted waist. Her own clothing falling slack or tightening in the spots that adjusted. She was, however, grateful Adrian's grip hasn't wavered.“...and…oh, I think she had blue eyes. But I admit I wasn't looking that closely at that the last time I saw something on the charac–”His gaze fell, seeing a living, breathing Jessica Rabbit in his arms and his dick out. Though his drunk ramble took some of his vigor, seeing her buxom shape drained any blood in his brain directly to his other head. His eyes went wide while he drank her in. “...Mar…y?”“It's okay,” she pushed her voice to a much more sultry tone. The one damn thing that didn't directly morph with the rest of her body. That, and the tattoos down the left side of her body. Though she hid them away as best she could out of view from Adrian. “What are you waiting for, stud?” She popped her tongue to turn the last word into two smoky syllables. Stud-ah.Adrian exhaled and gave a dry, wordless swallow. He didn't know what to say. Maybe he had actually blacked out. This was the weirdest drunken dream he had ever had, though.It was clear to her that he decided to just get lost in it though. One hand stayed firm on her thigh. Between her own flexibility and his other hand, the two finagled him inside, and he slipped in like it was made for him. He moaned, quivering a bit at the knee. He straightened back up, staying buried at the hilt inside her. She quivered and bit her lip once more to keep as quiet as she could. She made sure to accommodate his size, even for her own body. He filled her beautifully, his cock dragging against every sweet spot inside her. He pulled back and thrust in. She whimpered and did her best to maintain that voice that so many others had enjoyed before.She whispered his name.
He pounded into her, short huffs, growls, and whimpers pressed to her calf as he did.
Her walls clamped around him, another orgasm building. Still so, so sensitive even after shifting so much for others. She forgot what her own was like, just what became most comfortable over time. She clenched and squeezed and weighed and– imploded. Stars flickered behind her eyes, and Adrian struggled to hold her up for a split second as a result. He quickly returns to thumping her head against the wall, gripping her curvaceous thigh snug against his chest, propping her up with his other even while her back arched and her hands flailed to grasp something, anything.Orgasm number two wracked her as well. Heavy-lidded eyes opened to meet his. He had a couple odd beads of sweat trickling off his face from fucking her like this. She enjoyed getting to lay back, though. Watching him start to come undone while her own orgasm’s waves kept washing over her, too. Her free leg gripped at the door of his his to stay up as best she could.

“F-fuck… I…” he couldn't even get the words out. This was insane. No dream he had ever had before was so vivid, but this was so fun, such a fun little fantasy to get lost in. Jessica Rabbit laying beneath him, moaning his name and panting and clenching like a vice around his cock. The fact that he was in a bathroom stall had slipped his mind. He was in the clouds. God knows where, but he knew that he wanted to cum all over her. Paint a picture for himself to satiate the horny teenager that lived in him.All.
Over.
Her.He thrust enough to echo wet slapping sounds across the walls and their mingling breathing throughout the room. She was grateful the music from the radios outside were loud enough to conceal them. But she knew what was coming soon.“Adrian…” she broke out her most breathy version of this character for these moments. “Cum on me. All over me. I wanna feel you – agh! – on m-my skin…” Getting a full sentence was a challenge right now. He felt so fucking good, and fucked like a damn porn star.He bit his lip, and slammed home another couple of times. A few more discordant snacks if skin against skin, then he tore himself away and shot up her stomach. Once, a long spurt of white that collided with her breast. Twice, firing another up her stomach. Thrice, across her stomach. Then dribbling across her mons as he gasped for air. She lowered her leg to allow her to hold herself up by her toes, then slipping out of Adrian's stern grip on her thigh. He dug his nails in a good big, but no bruising. Nothing she couldn't hide.She essentially sat on the toilet now while Adrian bracketed stop her with one hand planted to the wall, the other keeping his pants from slouching to the floor. He looked worse for wear, drained and exhausted. The extra physical labor always aided in that for her.He teetered and his head hit the stall’s divider with a clatter. Shit. Not the direction she thought he was going. She rose to her feet to quickly lower him to the ground. She wordlessly guided him into kneeling on the ground, then positioned him to rest on his arms stop the toilet seat. He muttered a few times, his eyes struggling to stay open. Energy draining was a bitch sometimes, but she knew he’d be fine the next day. As he deliriously adjusted himself in slow and messy movements, she fumbled to tuck himself back into his boxers at the very least. Hopefully he wouldn't piss himself with how exhausted he had become.She felt his back pockets to find his wallet. Fuckin’ idiot had a hundred and fifty in there, give or take. Her lip curled at the possibility of covering the tab with it. But she needed somewhere to stay for the night. And this plus what was already in her wallet from the woman in the other restroom would at least cover a shitty motel and some dinner for the night. Hm.She took the cash out, and tucked the wallet back into his rear pocket, though it was much harder since he was seated in something closer to sprawling on the floor, hugging the toilet. Time to clean herself off first, then get back to it.She made sure he was fully incoherent before finagling her body once more. Pushing tissues and fats and skeletal structure into a svelte, slender woman. She kneaded her calves to relax the muscles as they worked to contour to the shape she envisioned. Her hips and ass filled her panties and skirt back up, though a seam or two had popped from the difference in size between “Mary” and Jessica fuckin’ Rabbit. Her chest returned to roughly what it was before, using the bra itself to gauge how close she was to the fit she accidentally confined herself to in this outfit choice. Her tattoos crept up her neck, around her arm, down her torso, and finally down her leg. Confining it got painful after too long, though this time was much more tolerable. She popped her shoulders to attempt to relieve some pressure. She darkened her hair, letting it cascade over her face and shoulders, before she stepped back outside, leaving him to recover from his…”hangover” the next day.Lost and found…lost and found… Or a coat rack. That works, too. Someone left a black knee-length rain poncho hanging on it, and they threw it on like it was hers. The clothing they wore was casual enough, but theydidn't want to run the risk of someone recognizing them and asking more questions. So, out the door they went, back into the rain and alone at last.The pitter-patter of the water calmed them as they walked down the busy street, letting them blend right into the crowd. They allowed what was hidden by the coat to relax. A smaller bust left the bra’s cups feeling useless. The top hung looser as a result. Larger busts were fun, but they often strained their back more than they'd like to admit. A self-soothing sigh of relief washed over them. They had maybe one more night and a few clubs they could possibly hit before they'd have to leave this town, too. But that was an issue for tomorrow. For now, there was a local takeout spot that they had been eyeing all day, and hotel TV with shitty takeout sounded like the best way for them to relax after such a tiring night.