Billie was tired. Bone tired. The dark circles under her eyes wouldn’t fade, no matter how much coffee she drank. Still, what was one more interview? And likely one more rejection. One more night of combing through job listings, drinking cheap red wine and struggling to make conversation with Danielle.
She wished she knew what was powering that woman. Billie went to sleep hearing bouncing bedsprings and muffled giggles from next door and woke up long after Danielle had gone. At least once a week she would find cupcakes or brownies or some other treat by her front door, with a perky letter signed “Dani D.” in pink ink. It was hard to say no to her neighbour’s invitations after that. Their get-togethers mostly began with awkward small talk and devolved into a giggle-fit from Dani and a quiet sulk from Billie after somebody brought out the wine. Still, she was trying. It was hard to begrudge the ditz for it.
“Hey Billie! You look exhausted,” Dani said, as Billie made her way out. Dani usually left her door open.
“I am. Got another interview in an hour. Thought I’d nap at the bus stop.” Billie yawned.
“Oh, you poor thing.” Dani leaned in conspiratorially. “Would you like a little boost?”
“I’ve already tried coffee. Didn’t work.”
“Wanna know my secret?”
Billie tried to shake herself more awake. “Honestly, yes.”
Dani reached into her pocket and pulled out a silver tube. “Lipstick!”
Billie felt her eyes droop. “Oh. I thought you meant… I don’t know what you meant.”
Dani continued, not catching Billie’s resignation. “No no, it really does help. It’s a psychalogical thingie. You’re always gonna have a good day with your best lipstick on.” She uncapped the tube and waved it under Billie’s nose. The inside was a bright salmon pink. It had a sweet smell, like lip gloss, rather than the chemical smell of dye.
Billie sighed. “Oh, what the hell.”
Billie pursed her lips in Dani’s mirror as she applied it. It slid on easily, leaving a slightly tingly sensation on the lips under it. She might have applied a little more than she had meant to.
Still, she looked alright. She blinked a few times and rubbed the skin under her eyes. She was still tired, but the urge to sleep was gone. She took Dani’s proffered cookie on her way out. “Good luck!” her neighbour said, wiggling with anticipation.
***
The day was conspiring to lighten Billie’s mood. The rain had stopped before she left for the bus station. The clouds in the sky had cleared up by the time her ride arrived. The new summer growth looked beautiful from the car window, although Billie caught herself pursing and examining her lips in the half-reflection through the bus’s windows. It had really brought out the volume. The pink was cute too.
Billie almost felt like singing by the time her interview began. The HR person she was speaking to was a fun talker. “Oh, I came here a few months ago for a job opportunity. The guy on the phone said I was a lock. And then when I was here he said the position was filled. I already had an apartment rented for a month, so…” Dani shrugged, her mood still light.
The man laughed. “Good to know you can see the bright side after that, Miss June. I think they made a real lip – a slip-up passing over you.” Billie giggled. He wasn’t unhandsome. Fifteen minutes later she had a follow-up appointment.
“How’d it go, Billie?” Dani said.
“Oh, great! You know, that stuff really did the trick,” Billie said. “I’m going back there tomorrow!” Dani gave her an excited thumbs up and handed her another cookie. “Also,” Billie said, taking a bite, “theesh are d’lishous.” They had a slight aftertaste of lipstick.
Billie polished it off and poured a glass of water from the fridge. It went wonderfully cool on her lips. It tinged with a slight pink where it touched the gloss. She ran a finger under the tap and slowly wiped it across her mouth. That felt so strange. She licked her finger and continued. It tasted slightly sweet.
Her lips felt full. They were soft and puffy under her fingertip, smooth as a vinyl pillow. And were they bigger? She checked in the mirror. It was hard to tell with the lipstick, but her thin, wan little mouth looked big and beaming.
How long did this stuff last? It must be coming off fast with the way water washed it off. She licked it to test. It felt electrically sweet on her tongue. Her lips were still wet and full. She licked it again, and giggled. She was making idiot faces in the mirror. And she seemed to have a bit of drool.
Half an hour later the “rub your lips” game hadn’t lost its appeal. Her lips felt so wonderfully pink. They were glossy little pillows. Billie was sliding a wet finger in and out, a thin stream of drool on her cheek. She’d given up wiping it off. It was an annoying interruption.
Her other hand was playing around under her skirt. She couldn’t remember how that had started, but it seemed like a natural progression. It was a little drippy under there too. Billie couldn’t remember feeling this good. She didn’t even care when she heard Dani came in, heels clacking across the floor. Billie supposed she could lock the bathroom door. It didn’t seem important. Neither did the drool dripping down her breast.
“Oh, look at you! Isn’t this stuff great?”
Billie turned to look at her blankly. Stuff? Did she mean the lipstick? Most of her brain cells were busy processing the sensations in her lips and pussy.
Dani handed her a dildo. “Here, it works great with this too.” Well at least that was self-explanatory. Certain facts about her new lips were instinctively obvious. They were make for blowjobs, simulated or not. Billie opened wide.
If her mouth hadn’t been full, she would have giggled at the dumb expression she was making the mirror. Her cheeks were pulling in and out around the dildo. Dani was now topless and taking things out of a bag. Probably Billie could have figured out why. But why bother? Her mouth was busy up top and she had three fingers in below.
Still, she took notice when Dani started to unbutton her shirt, and ran her soft fingers down Billie’s back to the clasp of her bra. She wondered how good her lips would feel on Dani’s body.
Sometime early the next morning Dani had mentioned that Billie might look good as a blonde. “We could do it at my salon!”
“You work at a salon?” Billie said.
“I told you I was a hairdresser, didn’t I?”
She probably had. Billie was feeling ditzy. The bra she’d been trying to put on that morning hadn’t fit. It was a little embarrassing how long it took her to figure that out. “I guess I’m already having blonde moments,” she giggled.
Somewhere between the dyeing and shopping for a new bra Dani had mentioned an opening at the salon. “We do hair, nails, lipstick…”
Billie played with a strand of her new blonde hair. “Sounds perfect!”
She was having a congratulatory moment with her dildo in private when her phone rang.
“Miss June, are you having trouble getting to the appointment?” It was the HR guy. She’d forgotten completely.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I got hired somewhere else,” she said. What was that job again? It had been something in an office.
“I guess you’re in demand. Well then-”
“Wait!” It would be a shame to let him get away without at least a quick fuck . “Are you free this evening?”
“Well, if you’re not an applicant, there’s no reason we couldn’t have some fun.”
For the first time in weeks Billie felt fresh and new. She pursed her plump dick-sucking lips in the mirror and got ready to apply another coat.
Authors notes: This is the deviantart from Monkeyflipping. The art is kisekae you can download it at deviantart.