I can't begin to explain how much I love Halloween. I begin to anticipate decorations and costumes weeks in advance, and this year was no exception.
To my delight, I had been invited to a pre-Halloween costume party being thrown by my best friend who owned a night club. I was told it was going to be wild and uninhibited. My kind of party! I wasted to time in deciding what I would wear.
The night of the party I made sure I had at least an hour's worth of free time in order to get myself ready. I hate getting ready to go ANYWHERE in a hurry. I stood in the shower for a good half hour before reluctantly giving up the delicious hot spray pelting all over my body. I dried off and slid into my black lace thong, the ONLY lingerie I was planning to wear that evening. I had decided that since the party had a no-holds-barred theme that I'd dress as your typical Lady of the Night, and what the hell..if anyone propositioned me I may have to take them up on it.
I slid into my micro-mini that bared half of my ass just simply standing. I couldn't wait to see the men's faces when I'd sit down or bend over. Next came the sequined bustier. I laughed to myself, if it was T and A they were wanting, T and A they were gonna get.
Hair and makeup were next. I dried my short black hair and styled it into what I like to call the "just been fucked" look. Then I went to work on my face. An insane amount of eyeliner and plenty of mascara, followed by the darkest shade of lipstick I owned. When I was pleased with the results I stepped into my knee-high stilletto boots, grabbed my leather jacket and keys and headed for the door.
The drive there took no more than twenty minutes and in the duration of time it took to walk from my car to the club I was already getting whistles and obscene comments.
"Hey baby, I wanna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for MONTHS!!" some guy yelled at me.
Instead of my usual one finger salute, I turned around, lifted up my skirt and gave him a nice view of my ass, followed by a resounding "KISS THAT!!" before heading into the club.
Once inside I greeted my friend with a warm hug and she gave my costume the once over followed by a thumbs up. She told me to grab a drink and a seat and we'd chat after she'd taken care of some paperwork.
I sat in a corner watching the other guests and admiring the costumes. I was just about to get up and ask a girl where she had found her gorgeous Victorian dress when someone grabbed hold of my hand and whispered in my ear. "Come with me"
I turned toward the voice but was quickly told to look away.
"Uh-uh, no stolen glances" he whispered.