The invitation read as follows.
"You are cordially invited to a Kinky Halloween Party.
You are allowed to bring 1 guest.
The rules are everyone must wear a costume, skin allowed, mask required.
Costume contest will have rewards.
The password is Transylvania.
Enjoy,
Your Host and Hostess"
The invitation was sent to members of The Dark Horse, a BDSM club that Gloria was a member of.
She was what the lifestylers she knew liked to call a "Switch".
She never liked this term, but her club liked to have everyone categorized, so she accepted it.
No one would have ever guessed that her "profession" was a psychiatrist.
Her thoughts that week sidetracked to what costume she was going to wear and what to bring with her.
The big party was only a week away.
The day before Gloria had the perfect outfit planned out that she was going to wear.
It was a pair of brown suede chaps and a matching brown suede short vest.
The vest was just the right fit so that it covered her bosom but gave her nice cleavage that she knew all the men would just drool over.
She didn't have huge breasts, she was a size 36c, but her nipples were about the size of half dollars and had the tendency to stand alert like soldiers at attention the majority of the time.
Along with the vest and chaps she was going to wear a pair of suede panties and a bandits mask along with her trusty cowgirl hat, and her trusty boots.
She hoped she'd be the only cowgirl there.
It was a Stetson that her father had willed to her.
The outfit would truly accent her curves in all the right places.
Gloria decided that she would pack a saddlebag full of goodies that she would take with her to the party.
She packed her crop, a nice leather flogger, a rabbit fur tipped flogger, a singletail whip, a blindfold, and a small vibrator called a Fukuoku.
She set her saddlebag by the door anticipating the big night, which was set for tomorrow evening.
That night her sleep was very restless in anticipation of the big event.
She tossed and turned and it wasn't until she got herself off with her g-spot dildo that she got a good night sleep.
Sometimes a good orgasm is all you need to get you tired, even for a woman.
The next day passed rather quickly she had a few chores that she took care of.
She ended up at a herbal store and found a bottle of lavender perfume that she decided to get.
She'd always loved the smell of lavender and this one had a bit of a hint of vanilla added for a kick.
It smelled very alluring.
She picked that up along with a few 6 packs of wine coolers from the liquor store, parties that the Dark Horse threw were always BYOB.
She chuckled to herself, they were also BYOT, bring your own toys.
She hopped into her two door blue Monte Carlo and proceeded to go home with her purchases.
She only had 3 hours to get ready for the party.
She stripped down to her birthday suit as she drew herself a hot bubble bath.
Once the wine coolers were on ice she sauntered back into the bathroom and she slipped right into the tub.
She gave her whole body a scrub and shaved her legs and pussy, leaving just a small heart shaped patch right above her muff.
Being a natural red head, the heart was red and curly.
She powdered her whole body after she had gotten out of the tub and dried herself with a large fluffy towel.
She then put her makeup on, remembering how her mother always use to tell her "The purpose of makeup is to look like you're not wearing any at all."
She then sprayed a few squirts of the lavender perfume on her throat and the behind her ears and on her wrists and one last squirt on the small of her back.
Then she slipped into her costume that she had laid out for herself.
How she loved these chaps.
She took a look at herself in the mirror once she was all "dudded" up and boy did she look sexy!
She added the invitation, a compact, lipstick, and the lavender perfume in the side pocket of her saddlebag.
There was something in the air at night when she stepped out into the crisp Autumn air.
She looked up into the sky as the sun began to sink at sunset and she could see a full moon begin to rise.
Leaves and acorns popped and crackled under her boots as she walked to the car.
The drive to the Dark Horse was short since she lived relatively close to downtown.
The Dark Horse had an old warehouse transformed into their club.
The spooky dark basement was decked with candle light in most places, the only places lit with artificial light tonight were the kitchen, bathrooms and staircase.
Little on the outside of the building had been changed
The only sign featured a chess knight emblazoned in black paint outlined by red neon that had been placed on the corner near the door.
The placed was packed she idled her car as she got out her cooler and saddle bag out of the back seat while tossing the keys to the valet.
She spoke "Transylvania" and the doorman let her inside.
Once in she was all-aflutter with sexual energy and excitement.
She dropped off her cooler with the kitchen staff and headed down the stairs with her saddlebag.
Gloria saw such a colorful array of interesting people in the "Dungeon" that night.
Everyone sure was in the Halloween spirit.
She knew the costume contest was going to be a hard one to judge this year, luckily she didn't have that responsibility like she use to.
She passed through the crowd with that playful shake of her hips that men always seemed mesmerized by.
