Little black skirt (part 5)

Leslie and Lillian stepped out of their apartment building and onto the crowded city street. They walked in small, awkward steps as their thighs were completely stuck together in the tight skirt.

"Can you walk any slower?" Leslie hissed at Lillian.

"I can't help it, this skirt is so tight," Lillian snapped back.

"Well, you should have thought of that before you got us into this mess," Leslie retorted.

Lillian rolled her eyes. "You're the one who brought that into our lives."

"You were the one who refused to let it go," Leslie countered.

The two women continued to bicker as they made their way through the busy streets. People stared at them, some in awe of their beauty, while others looked at them with disdain.

"I can't believe we have to go to work like this," Lillian muttered under her breath.

"Neither can I," Leslie replied. "But I have bills to pay, and I can't just skip work because of this."

As Leslie and Lillian finally arrived at their workplace, they both let out a sigh of relief. But as they stepped closer, they noticed something odd - the lights were off, the doors were locked, and there was no sign of anyone else around.

"Wait a minute," Leslie said, looking at her phone. "It's Saturday! We have the day off."

"What?" Lillian exclaimed. The two girls stood there in silence for a moment, still trying to process the fact that they had accidentally come to work on their day off.

"This is ridiculous," Lillian finally said, breaking the silence. "What are we going to do now?"

"I don't know," Leslie replied, feeling frustrated. "We can go to my place now. I have a plan to separate us more."

"Fine," Lillian grumbled, already annoyed at the thought of spending more time with Leslie.

As they walked back to Leslie's flat, the tension between them was palpable. They barely spoke, their steps slow and heavy in the tight leather skirt. It was clear that they were still angry with each other, but neither of them wanted to be the first to apologize.

Leslie opened the door to her apartment and the two of them walked inside, still struggling to move their feet in the tight skirt. As they tried to walk up the stairs to the second floor, they found it nearly impossible to lift their legs high enough to climb each step.

"This is ridiculous," Lillian muttered, "How are we supposed to get up the stairs?"

"Maybe we should just take the dress off," Leslie suggested.

"So that you could leave me in your apartment naked?" Lillian scoffed.

"The clothes are upstairs. You can take whatever you want as long as you get out of my life." Leslie countered.

They continued to argue until Leslie suddenly had an idea. "Why don't we just jump one step at a time? It's not ideal, but it's better than nothing."

Lillian rolled her eyes, but reluctantly agreed. They took a deep breath and started hopping up the stairs one step at a time. It was a slow and awkward process, but eventually they made it to the second floor.

As they walked into the bedroom, they collapsed onto the couch, exhausted from the effort. "I can't believe this is happening to us," Lillian groaned.

"Well, we need to figure out a way to separate," Leslie said, "Maybe we can try cutting tissue between us"

Lillian looked at her in horror. "Are you crazy? I can't ruin my look with your stupid ideas!"

Leslie sighed, realizing that Lillian was right. "So we have to do what worked for you in bed. Stretch. We're gonna get the handcuffs from my locker and we're gonna cuff ourselves around that column. We'll use the strength of our legs to push off."

Lillian rolled her eyes. "I can't believe we have to do this. You owe me big time for this, Leslie."

Leslie nodded. "You must be joking. Lets get the handcuffs."

Girls went to the bathroom and returned with the handcuffs and they made their way to the column in the bedroom. "Okay, let's do this," Leslie said, cuffing hand on her side and hugging column so that other hand can be cuffed, and they began to push off with their legs.

After a few tries, they finally managed to get some momentum going. They were able to put both knees against the column and with their eyes facing each other they started to pull with their arms and push with their knees. 

Lillian grunted and looked in Leslie eyes as she pushed with all her might. "It's all your fault, you know. If you hadn't suggested we share that stupid skirt, we wouldn't be in this mess."

Leslie rolled her eyes. "Oh please, I loved this skirt when I saw it in the store. Don't blame me for your bad decisions."

Lillian groaned as they continued to push and pull. "I can't even feel my legs anymore. This is torture."

Leslie chuckled, "Well, at least we got a decent workout."

Lillian glared at her, "I don't care about workout, I just want you gone." then she pulled even harder, tilting her head back, ignoring the girls' torsos turning towards each other.

When she tilted her head forward a moment later, her mouth landed on Leslie's. Surprised and pissed off, she decided to ignore it and pull her arm even tighter, looking Lesla straight in the eye with anger.

She felt saliva on her lips and was surprised to discover that it could be her own. She opened her mouth to suck her tongue in when she felt Leslie do the same. They stared at each other in surprise, but neither broke the kiss. Their tongues intertwined and swirled around each other exchanging saliva.

She was surprised to find a hand starting to massage her breast, and even more surprised to find her hand massaging her waist. After a moment she remembered the handcuffs and broke the passionate kiss.

They looked at each other. Both had their own torsos. From the hip where the skirt was, two waists sprouted, with a pair of large breasts. The girls also already had their own hands.

After a few more seconds of struggling, they finally managed to break free from the handcuffs and collapse onto the ground, exhausted. "I need a drink," Lillian muttered, rubbing her sore wrist.

Leslie nodded in agreement. "Me too. Let's go to the kitchen and pour ourselves a stiff one."