Chapter Nineteen

I was snapped out of my near trance-like condition by the return of Ms. Baxter on the deck carrying a large cardboard box.

"O.K. gang, it's almost eight-thirty. We got an hour and a half to become killer vixens of the night. You with me?"

"Yeah!" we chimed in unison.

"You ready to see your outfits? I got just the thing for everyone, as usual what I want to do is push you all to a level beyond where you would go yourselves. Tonight you are not your normal selves. You are the four members of a sexy, secret, sadomasochistic society of stunning beauties. You need to look, and most importantly, feel the part. You are not only going to be noticed, you are going to be the center of attention and the center of conversation for weeks to come. Are you ready?"

"Yeah!" It was getting like a kinky pep rally.

"Are we going to the Dungeon?" Chris asked anxiously.

"Not tonight dear. They are not having one tonight. Anyway, while you guys would stand out anywhere, we are not going to an S&M or gothic club tonight, so your level of outrageousness should be all that much higher."

"Ms Baxter, what you wearing? Show us your outfit first," Jen begged.

"O.K." she said lifting a light gray jacket and skirt from the box. "How's this?"

I was shocked. I had not expected to see this Calvin Klein suit as an image of "to stun." It was a sensational suit. But it was a suit. She must have seen our expressions of disappointment. She smiled and stepped into the tight little straight skirt and pulled it up over her hips. It was short. Very short, and fit the turn of her ass as well as anything could. Then she slipped her arms into the jacket. As it came around her it became obvious that she knew exactly what she was doing. With the right blouse, this pale jacket with a U-line front could cause any businessman to sign any contract on Earth. But without any blouse as it was worn now, the effect was multiplied one thousand fold. Stunning. Totally stunning. Buttoned at the waist the swooping neckline revealed her deep cleavage and the twin swells of her breasts almost to the nipples themselves. And across their soft flesh ran the traces of my whip. Suddenly going to town didn't seem so great. All I wanted to do was undress her, kneel at her feet and eat her pussy till she begged for mercy. But that would have to wait.

"How's this? Imagine it with black heels. I got 'em in the house," she said as she wheeled and turned like Naomi Campbell on the catwalk. "Check it out with the jacket unbuttoned. It hangs and moves just right, and it shows off Lani's handiwork with the whip. Perfect, don't you think?" We were unanimous in our agreement.

"That's absolutely hot Ms. Baxter. What you got for me?" asked Jen anxiously.

Ms. Baxter pulled out a lemon yellow knit dress that looked pretty small for a ten year old.

"Jesus Christ!" exclaimed Jen. "What size is it?"

"Just put it on over this matching g-string. It's stretch lycra"

"O.K., I'll do it, but..." as she tugged the tiny bit of tubular elastic up over her body. The tank dress was skintight. It pushed her breasts up nicely, showing the lovely welts on them to good advantage. The dress clung and molded itself to the tiniest contours of her great little body. I mean you could count every rib and muscle. Hell, you could almost see what she had for dinner. She looked great with her dark tan in contrast to the bright canary yellow of the dress.

As she continued to tug the dress up, Ms. Baxter instructed her to turn around. Wow! This gave new meaning to the term backless. The dress barely covered her butt. When she pulled it down to barely cover the bottom of her brown butt, the top of the g-string showed along with the curve of the top of her hips. It also showed off the welts on her back nicely. She was about to protest that it was too revealing when she caught sight of Ms. Baxter's no nonsense expression and shut up.

Ms. Baxter reached back into the box and glanced toward Billy. I couldn't help but think of the girl who had had to sleep in a tee shirt until a few nights ago.

She tossed a neon blue g-string bikini bottom and incredibly small triangle top to her, paused a minute to judge her reaction, and then tossed her a pair of really thin nylon running shorts cut on the sides to part at the hip. The shorts were more or less see through, and provided just the right effect.

"I like it Ms. Baxter. It's me! I really like it."

"Mine, mine," squealed Chris. "What's in the goody box for me?"

"Plain old denim overalls."

"What? No hot little killer dress, no see through shorts and tiny tiny top? Overalls?"

"Yes Chris, just plain old overalls."

With that she reached into the box and pulled out exactly that. Except the overalls had been cut off as short shorts. They were small, with the traditional bib front, with the straps running over the shoulders to snaps on the top of the bib.

The recognition of the possibilities of this particular pair of overalls slowly flashed over Chris's face. She leapt up to grab them from Ms. Baxter. "What do I wear under?"

"Nothing."

After a pause of recognition and acceptance, Chris was out of her g-string and pulling the overalls up over her long tanned legs. She pulled her arms through the already snapped straps and moved it around on her very ample body. It was just right. The genius of Ms. Baxter was again evident. The bib hardly covered her nipples and her huge breasts were wonderfully exposed, as was her back and the bottom of her ass. Chris literally danced around the deck in glee.

"God, Ms. Baxter, every time I move, my tits are going to come out," Chris announced with a sudden realization of how little coverage the bib actually gave her. On me no one would notice, but on Chris it was really something.

I grew increasingly excited at the prospect of what I was to wear, but I didn't say a word.

"Lani, which of these outfits would you not wear?" asked Ms. Baxter in a voice dripping with mock sarcasm.

"Well, any of them is fine I guess. I mean they all look really hot to me."

"Lani, you are such a total exhibitionist slut!" said Billy.

"Since I knew that," Ms. Baxter agreed, "I tried to think of an outfit that would push even your limit. And finally I came up with this."

With that she reached down in to her magic little box and with the slyest of smiles pulled out a sheer white see through scarf.

"Holy shit!" I blurted. "That's it?"

"Well not exactly. A haku lei will finish it off nicely. It will then be the perfect outfit for the final coming out ceremony for your initiation. Just the sheer scarf tied around your hips, and the flowers round your head. Don't you recall pictures in the bible of a sort of pareo tied low on the waist and a crown of thorns?"

"I'm not a religious expert," I said dubiously, "but I also remember a cross in those pictures. So then... what exactly is the ceremony?"

"Think about it," Ms. Baxter urged.

Suddenly it came to me, "A crucifixion?!"

"Exactly."

"Shit!" yelled Billy. "Are you serious?"

"Oh very," said Ms. Baxter. "It will be magnificent. Oh, I see the look of horror on your face. Don't worry. No nails! It is a visual thing. Performance art if you will. I got to call the club right away and remind them I need them to make a big cross to hang from the ceiling." And off she dashed to the telephone.

"Outrageous enough for you?" Chris asked.

"Fuck, I can't do this. Sure, I like to show skin and all, but this, in a public club in town? We don't even know who will be there. Gee, I think this is too much even for me."

"Didn't bother you all this week. Why now?" asked Chris.

"Well that was at the beach, and we were in the water, and, well... it is just different and you know it."

"How is it different?"

"Fuck," I shot back, getting a bit worked up. "I don't know how. It just is."

"Well girl, after tonight you will be able to tell us. Because from the look of excitement on Ms. Baxter's face, you are going this way, and you are going to be crucified." Jen noted with all too much clarity and correctness for me. "Besides, if I can wear this, and Chris can wear those cover-nothings, then anything but naked makes you basically overdressed by comparison."

"O.K., but even if I agree, if I go to a club like this I'll get arrested. We'll all get arrested."

"You've never been to a club with Ms. Baxter, Lani. She knows what she's doing, and knows everyone that counts wherever she goes. We may be absurd, but we won't get arrested," Billy consoled me.

"All right, if you say so," I said regaining my confidence and my courage. "But when Ms. Baxter comes back I want to ask for a favor. You all got your nice new welts, and they will show great with your outfits, but mine are all a couple of days old and, well, my situation seems to need them as much as yours... so can you guys give me a few now so we will all be together?" I begged.

Billy sprang to answer. "No Lani! You can't be punished just for fun. As a new member, your initiation is over, well almost I guess, not with the crucifixion being added, and well, you will just have to wait till next time to take another turn with us."

"Or until you are on the cross," Ms. Baxter interjected as she came back onto the deck. "It's all set. They will have everything ready. You are going to be the star of tonight's show. This will be fabulous."

They turned and walked off toward the house. I was disappointed. It would have really finished-off the 'look', and the whipping of my friends had excited me and made me want to do it again. Suddenly, I had an idea.

"Wait! Excuse me ladies, but I got something to say."

They turned back to look at me, hands on hips, looking impatient.

"I just want you all to know how very happy I am to be a member of Na Wahine Ho'opi'opi'o." I smiled broadly.

They all just laughed and began to walk toward me. "O.K., you win, come over here and assume the position," said Jen with a big smile.

"No, wait," Ms. Baxter interrupted. "When she is crucified in the club, a nice whipping by you girls will be a stunning exhibition. We will take care of it there."

As we entered the house to make up and get ready I started to become comfortable with the idea of being crucified, for pretend. It should be exciting. Suddenly I was anxious to try this new thing, to find a new, and sharper, edge.