The Exposure of Madam Lucy

just a short story that kind of came to me the other day. I like to whip up sexy little ideas for concepts, and this one just came out really fluid. Not exactly a fight scene, but was quick enough to write. A basic story of a fake psychic being humiliated and abused by some ghosts in sexy and strange ways

Madam Lucy Laray was the local psychic, as well as a fraud and a liar. The woman didn't have an ounce of psychic power or actual mysticism to her. She owned a crystal ball and knew a parlor trick or two, if so pressed, but she really just knew people. They were going to hear what they wanted to hear, so she might as well give it to them and make some money off of it in the process.

She at least tried to look the part. She wore a hooded cloak over a corset, skirt and stockings, careful to ensure that her big, curly red hair and big, round breasts stuck out from under the cloak. Lucy had never had a problem lying to people about the dead and "the veil." It made decent money, put some old folks' minds at ease, and the occasional teenagers got some vague romantic advice or a good spooking on Halloween.

In all her fake wisdom, she never considered that she'd made an enemy in all this. Holly was a quiet but sweet girl, freshly turned 18. The had sunny blonde hair and a warm smile ready at the drop of a hat. She had a small but tight group of friends, but she often preferred to stay at home, with or without them. The fact was that her parents were out working or at meetings a lot, but she was never quite lonely. They'd moved the house just for her, since she'd pleaded to stay. The fact of the matter was that while big and cozy, the place was haunted as fuck.

Holly's parents didn't seem to notice, but Holly seemed gifted enough to see the haunting spirits all around. She talked with the old woman who had drown in the river nearby, with her sweet but gargling voice. She listened to the dirty stories of the two busty prostitutes ("Women of the evening, darling, if you please,") from back when the house was secretly a brothel. She even spent time in the backyard, tossing around a stick and watching with great amusement as the ghost of a golden retriever passionately tried to fetch it while trying not to phase through it in his excitement.

But oh, how they hated Madam Lucy. They talked about giving ghosts a bad name and spreading all sorts of lies. "She told my boy that I missed him!" the chubby Mother Gracie huffed. "He was nothing but an ungrateful little shit all his life!"

So Holly put her plan together. She got her friends to pool some money and invite Madam Lucy to her house. She schemed with the ghosts on what to do when she signaled them, and clued in her friends on what would go down.

Madam Lucy arrived that night, done up in her same trashy fortune teller outfit as she set the table for their seance. A few cheap candles, the crystal ball, and lots of makeup on her face. The girls all just smiled expectantly at her as they held hands and let the fortune teller work, waving her hands and chanting in gibberish.

"I was burned at the stake for less than that," grumbled the ghost of Mrs. Goodwife. "And look at what she's wearing. I'm offended on SO many levels."

Holly bit back a snicker, getting a dirty look from Lucy before she raised her palms. "Spirits! If you hear me, give us a sign!" she moaned dramatically. Even around what she considered a bunch of kids, her theatrics still had her instinctively thrusting out her big slutty chest.

Mrs. Goodwife shared a confirming glance with Holly before she cracked her knuckles, floating in behind Madam Lucy. She pulled the cloak off her body, baring her shoulders and even more cleavage than she had intended. Madam Lucy looked quizzically behind her, seeing the cloak on the floor before looking back at the girls. They just smiled expectantly, hands still held together, clearly not responsible.

Madam Lucy cleared her throat. "The spirits are very active tonight," she observed. Normally she'd have just started kicking the table leg and brought out the ouija board at this point, but this worked, she guessed.

She went to pick up the cloak when The Twins, a pair of mischievous little blonde-haired girls that had supposedly vanished a hundred years ago, floated up from the floorboards. With Madam Lucy's wide bottom threatening to pop out from under her skirt, they reached under and pinched at a meaty cheek each.

Madam Lucy yelped and jumped upright, turning quickly to face the girls again. Still holding hands, still unmoving. Lucy was starting to blush under the pressure and confusion, but nothing prepared her for when Ruby, one of the hooker spirits, reached around from behind Lucy and squeezed her impressive chest.

Lucy let out a sharp gasp, seeing the invisible fingers causing indentations against her soft flesh. She froze up in terror and a bit more arousal than she'd like to admit. The hands tore down on her corset, tearing it clean off her chest as her heavy breasts bounced into view. The girls had to giggle this time, as Madam Lucy was left utterly speechless, her mouth hanging agape.

"I... I... what's going on!?" she blurted, giving up any pretense of expertise.

"I think the ghost likes you," Holly grinned knowingly. "Why? Don't you know how to handle them?"

Madam Lucy sputtered for a moment before admitting "No! I've never seen a real ghost in my life!" She paused to shudder as the unseen hands pinched and pulled on her nipples, stretching out the fleshy orbs painfully.

"Really?!" Holly said in mock-surprise. "Well, he looks like he's very excited to see you. You'd better strip down and show everything you've got before he decides to get a little rough."

One of The Twins pulled on Madam Lucy's hair to press the point home. Lucy squeaked in pain, but nodded as she hurried to undress. She undid her corset, but Mrs. Goodwife grew bored of her slow pace and tore it the rest of the way off, throwing away the slutty piece of leather with distaste. There was a clattering noise as all the cash she'd taken from the girls hit the floor, no longer able to be held inside her cleavage with the corset gone and her breasts flopping free. Taking the hint, Madam Lucy quickly pulled off her stockings and skirt, some of the girls snickering and pointing out that she hadn't even bothered wearing panties to their meeting.

"Yea, I think he really likes that," Holly smiled casually. The ghosts shared a good laugh at the phony psychic's expense. Whenever Lucy's arms tried to cover up her tits or pussy, one of the spectral hands would slap her on the wrist or ass until she jolted back into a fully exposed position.

"Uh oh, looks like he's getting excited. I think he's looking for a bit of a... offering, I suppose." Holly grinned at Madam Lucy, who looked at the girl in shock.

"You mean he's... he's horny?!" the false psychic gasped.

"Oh, sure. And trust me. He gets real mean if he doesn't get what he wants." One of the spectres knocked a vase off of a nearby table in example (it was something Holly had picked up at the dollar store just for the occasion). In truth, the ghosts had never harmed her at all beyond some moaning at night. In fact, she had realized there weren't even any male ghosts here at all. Sister Kate had said the place was once seen as a sanctuary for women in need, but Holly took that with a grain of salt since it came from a dead nun in a house where this many women had died.

Lucy whimpered submissively, but went to her knees. The nervous tears ran her makeup down her eyes and cheeks. "How... what does he...?" she stammered, utterly lost and afraid. The naked fraud's full lips pouted and her breasts jiggled as she shivered in panic.

Holly just gestured lazily at the humiliated woman. "He's right in front of you, and he's waiting. Better say 'ahh,' cuz he's got a nice and big one waiting for you."

One of the twins squeezed her breasts firmly to show that "he" meant business. Lucy let out a pathetic whine, but opened her mouth to take it in. Holly and the ghosts shared various snickers and laughs as Madam Lucy sucked off the imaginary ghost, especially when she started to get into it. She opened her mouth wider, moaning and rubbing her breast as she groped at the imagined balls in front of her. With the ghosts too busy laughing, Madam Lucy was left too believe that whatever she was doing, she was doing it right. She rolled her tongue outside her mouth, trying to slurp up all she could of whatever spectral phallus she believed to be there.

Holly was biting her lip to keep from bursting into laughter, and had to kick her friend Connie under the table. "Oh, you must be really good at this," Connie added. "He invited a bunch of his friends over. Better get busy!"

The actual ghosts groped and poked at Madam Lucy all over to help the lie. They grabbed her ass, slapped at her pussy, pulled her hair, and squeezed and pinched her big round tits, getting more dirty moans out of the conned con-woman. Madam Lucy grabbed out at the air, doing all she could to handle what was essentially an imaginary, impalpable bukakke. She took two in hand, flexing her upper arms to squeeze her breasts together to invite another. She arched her back and lifted her hips in a squatting position, hopefully enough for more to get inside her ass and pussy from below. She rolled her tongue out like a red carpet for the phantom cocks, running drool down her chin and smearing her deep red lipstick.

"Now THERE'S a whore," Ruby snickered to Holly, having kicked back to watch the fun with most of the other ghosts. At this point, the spectral dog was doing most of the work by licking and biting here and there as needed.

They were really surprised as Madam Lucy starting to get into it. Drooling and humping at the fake cocks, pumping and squeezing them more eagerly.

One of The Twins floated by Holly to whisper in her ear. The blonde girl nodded and fetched a marker from the nearby drawer and rolled it to Madam Lucy's feet. "They think you're being a very good ghost slut. They want you to write that on your tits for them."

As Holly called out the ghost's latest instructions, Madam Lucy clumsily groped for the marker as she still tried to keep the other pretend ghosts pleased with the rest of her body. She even jolted and shuddered, perhaps even fooled into thinking they had cum on her a few times. Following her orders, the girls snickered as her eyes rolled awkwardly downward. It wasn't the most legible, but soon "ghost slut" was scrawled across her cleavage, one word arcing over each of her broad breasts. Given their size, the words were even pretty easily read even from the seance table.

Their real surprise of the night was when Madam Lucy shuddered violently, giving a loud groan as her hips shook back and forth and began to leak over the floor. Holly had to break into laughter, pounding her fist on the table as she watched Madam Lucy cum to what was borderline nothing at all. The ghosts had given her a few slaps and pinches, but the slut had cum to what was essentially nothing but her own humiliation and imagination, without even touching herself.

Holly finally came over to pick up Lucy's cloak, tossing it over her shoulders. "Okay, okay. The ghosts say you can stop now," she giggled. "You did a really good job. They said they'll never hurt anyone again."

Madam Lucy shivered, getting drunkenly to her feet after an exhausting bout of squatting, jerking and orgasming. "I... I did? They will?" she stammered warily.

"Yea, why not?" Holly shrugged dismissively. "Just... leave the clothes. You can keep the hoody thing." Madam Lucy huddled the cloak around herself, nodding before giving a wary look up at the ceiling and hurrying back out into the night as a near-nude sham.

Connie looked at the pile of sleazy clothes. "Why leave them? Just to put her in her place?"

"Oh, hell no," Holly corrected. "Now I've got a skanky Halloween costume for this year."

Madam Lucy never went back to the house, but she did continue her career as a medium. She had learned a lot that night, especially about what ghosts actually wanted. People still hired her, most people had caught on it was just part of the show rather than any legitimacy. Still, her business was booming knowing that hiring the psychic involved a lot of stripping nude and passionately pleasuring ghosts, whether they were real or not.