Tric 'r Treat

All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a word of it occurred, nor would it.

All Harlot's Eve 2: Trick 'R Treat Starring Camila Mendes

(MF, oral, exhibition, cons, anal)

by MrMaxLord

*Edited by Slyguy

Camila Mendes was jealous. There was simply no way around it. Not the bland, vindictive kind of jealous. She didn't have time for that kind of negativity in her life. More of the fun kind of jealousy, if such a thing even existed.

She'd had this case of jolly jealousy for a whole year, ever since she heard the tales of Halloween debauchery from her friends Lili Reinhart and Madelaine Petsch. Her jaw dropped at Lili's tale of love in an elevator, then hit the floor when Madelaine one-upped it with her tale of a devilish DP. Camila had to ask if she heard the redhead right when she said she took both dicks in her ass at the same time. Sometimes she needed to be reminded that as sweet and bubbly as the ginger could be, Mads was more than capable of redefining the term "fiery redhead".

Camila had promised herself that she would not be jealous two years in a row. She was single once more and ready to have some fun and, appropriately enough for Halloween, raise a little hell. However, Cami had a problem in that she had no desire to trick or treat alone this year. She wanted a partner for some tricks and every kind of treat she could think up. The question was, who?

Any of her cast mates were out. She learned that lesson already and wasn't quite set to relearn it. The crew was always option. Even if it was just a one-night stand, she figured lips would be tight. After all the fact that Madelaine's double anal adventure wasn't spread like wildfire in crew gossip was pretty good evidence of secrets being kept.

Still though, it was a bit too close for comfort. Of course then the issue of Camila not knowing too many people in Canada outside of the show. Still, she knew one, and as she looked through her phone, her eyes kept going back to one name. Patrick Cole was a local comedian Camila had seen a lot of, whether it be his stand-up act or with his comedy troupe The Lungbarrows, continuing the tradition of comedy teams with names that only made sense to the members. The beautiful Brazilian was quite a fan of Patrick's. She seen his solo stuff enough to know what sketches he had written, even if he wasn't the star of them. He had a dark, sometimes perverse sense of humor with flecks of randomness that matched Camila's own. His willingness to play the buffoon was also appealing...as was his delicious green eyes and matinee idol smile. It was rare in Cami's experience to meet a man that was every bit as handsome as he was funny yet Patrick seemed to fit the bill in the few times she'd gotten to speak with him. There was a spark there but scheduling always seemed to go haywire. This Halloween however Camila was determined to iron out all those issues or hit them with a bullet train if they didn't comply.

Luckily, for Camila one of her days off from set coincided with a stand-up date Patrick had at probably her favorite venue to see him at. It was less of a bar and more of a restaurant. It made the drink prices a bit more palatable. A few years ago it would been called a gastropub but as far as Camila was concerned it was just a pub with amazing fish and chips. Her plan was settled. Fish and Chips then a little conversation with Patrick and then her Halloween plans would be set in stone.

The calendar rolled past three days and the date was upon her. She took her seat near the stage and waited, first for her fish and chips with a nice glass of cider then for Patrick to take the stage. Not that the other comedians weren't good, but she was a woman on a mission. Soon enough though her target took the stage. They exchanged glances, Patrick giving her a nod. That boded well. Not that she thought getting a man she'd spoken to before that found her downright enchanting (a feeling that was mutual) was particular challenge but Camila always found it was nice to be appreciated.

Patrick's act was just what Camila expected; dark humor that was sometimes crass and danced on the razor's edge of perversity and was damn near the funniest act Camila had ever seen. From looks to laughs, Patrick was just up her alley and she was hoping attitude was close to follow the other two qualities. When his set was done he headed to Camila's table and took a seat.

"You don't mind, do you?" He asked as he scooted his chair in. "I mean I figured the eyes you were giving me might as well have been asking me to RSVP."

"Not just eyes," Camila said. "Is my heart-felt laughter worth nothing to you Mr. Cole?"

"Laughter is always appreciated. Give me a tingly feeling both in my heart and my jubblies."

"Jubblies, is that the medical terminology?"

"Well it sounded cuter than cockles."

"Sound logic," Camila said with a nod. "Though I'd think at this point we both know the odds of you offending me are pretty damn slim."

"True," Patrick said, nodding in agreement. "Just thought it would be nice to treat you like a proper lady and all."

"I appreciate the effort," the brunette said, dipping a fry in some ketchup. "Really makes a girl want to get to know you a bit more. If you know, you were willing to slum it from the throngs of groupies that fall at your feet."

"You know just how I like my sarcasm," he said. "Just like my bacon. Thick cut."

"I aim to please. But just to be clear it wasn't that thick. I really wouldn't mind getting to know just a wee bit better away from the stage. Especially if your Halloween weekend is free."

"Might just be. Is this your celebrity charity work? Feeding a starving comedian?"

"Nah. Just some Halloween fun with someone I think might be up to the task. I mean if you say no I have other options but let's be honest, it's in both of our interest for you to say yes. Don't make me slum it with a second choice."

"Just what did you have in mind?" He asked, leaning closer on the table.

"Well, tricks...treats...and the kind I have in mind are a lot better than fun size peanut butter cups."

"What about king size?"

"Well, no promises but I'm feeling pretty confident." Cami gave him a wink and sipped from her drink. "As long as we understand I'm taking the lead...and I expect you to be in costume."

"As what?"

"Whatever." Camila replied. "Surprise me. Just make sure it's...appropriate."

"Appropriate...for whatever I'm guessing you're surprising me with."

"See? Could tell from your style that you'd catch on." Cami smiled slyly, leaving him with little doubt as to the tricks and treats in store in two short weeks.

"Any clues at all?" Patrick asked. "Just to give me a little guidance in my costume selection so I don't show up dressed like a gigantic baby unless it's appropriate. Or you know, you're into that."

"Oh god no," Cami said, shaking her head. "As for a hint...we're going to the theater first, then a club. I'll text you. After you text me of course." Camila pushed a napkin across to the table to Patrick, her number written on it. "Sound good?"

******

It had sounded good, which led to Patrick waiting for Camila outside of a donut shop with his hair slicked back and dressed to the nines in a black tux. Even for Halloween it was a fairly fancy get-up for standing in front of a Tim Horton's but this was the given meeting point and he had a cup of coffee in his hands to deal with the mild chill of the night.

He kept his eyes peeled, scanning the many costumed individuals walking the streets that night. The crowds weren't huge; most people seemed to be doing pizza and beer runs for their own parties; but it didn't seem like he was having any luck picking out Camila. Of course, it would have helped if he had any clue what exactly she was going to be dressed as. She had of course given him a clue, albeit a cryptic one.

"You'll know me when you see me." That was it. The entire clue. It wasn't much to go on, so his emerald greens continued to scan the crowd until he singled out one woman coming towards him and the closer she got, the more obvious it was that it was Camila. However, her costume did go a long way as to why she both stood out enough to catch his eye in the crowd yet still be a little unrecognizable.

Which was something Camila could tell, as she got closer to him. Her costume threw him a bit. It was Lili's idea, inspired by a horror movie they watched together. Some zombie movie from the 90s with a sexy looking zombie chick. And while Camila didn't want to go all out with jagged pieces of metal and glass protruding through her skin, or the very best approximations Lili could work up, the style however she liked. Very punk rock with a healthy dash of goth.

She wore boots with chrome-plated buckles that stopped just below her knees and her legs were adorned with torn fishnets that were ripped at the end where the hem would be. The skillfully torn stocking were held up by garters that went right under the dark blue denim of her skirt. The top half of her body was covered with a black t-shirt; the waste cut with more strategic holes in what was left, showing off the black bra she wore underneath. The shirt was sleeveless as well, however that was covered by the leather jacket she wore, covered in patches she'd found at a local record store of band names and logos. Some she recognized, others were alien to her and all looked dark and spooky. Skulls, demons and creatures from other realms surrounding scary fonts. It was all tied together with fishnet fingerless gloves that looped around her palms and silver bracelets and rings that were just as spookily inspired as the patches. Skulls and crossbones, all in silver and a couple black ravens and bats as charms on one of the bracelets. Her face and hair were done up to fit. Dark, crimson lips, heavy eyeliner and hair that was just the tiniest bit feathered. Around her neck were several necklaces and pendants, chief among them an ankh colored flat black save for a silvery outline.

"Well, I can't tell if I'm over or underdressed," Patrick said once Camila was near him.

"Can you really be either for Halloween?" Cami shot back.

"Fair enough. So...what exactly are you supposed to be?

"Sexy spooky girl." Camila replied. "You know the girl who holds séances and wants to go on ghost hunt because she actually believes those bumps in the night are ghosts stomping across the floor and not just creaking wood. You?"

"The name's Bond. James Bond. Specifically Pierce Brosnan from GoldenEye. Love that one. And the game was SICK."

"Ah, handsome and spectacular taste in games. You're really earning all the treats tonight."

"No tricks?"

"All in due time Mr. Bond," Cami said, walking a circle around him. "Perfect fit. Very nice."

Once she stopped in front of him, he completely took in her outfit, every tease of his tan flesh seen through those expertly placed holes in the shirt and fishnets. "Is this one of the tricks?"

"Hmmm?"

"Well, I'm getting a preview of the treats, just can't touch yet. I think that's a bit of a trick, no? I mean true, a lot more welcome than a razorblade in a candy or black licorice pieces."

"Well, don't worry about getting a taste just yet. You'll get to ring the doorbell soon enough. But first, the theater."

"Yeah, about that," Patrick said as the two began to walk down the sidewalk. "What exactly is playing and at what theater? I mean neither of those horror movie musicals are playing right now. The Toxic Avenger musical was yesterday and Evil Dead The Musical is tomorrow night."

"Really? I should check and see if Lili wants to go see that," Cami said. "As for what we're doing, just follow me. It's Halloween Patrick, so; to quote one of my favorite Halloween movie traditions; I would like, if I may, to take you on a very strange journey." Camila took his hand and the leads, walking him down to the end of the pavement then turning left.

Down this block, the Halloween decorations stayed but stores changed. From familiar chains restaurants and stores, it all turned homegrown. Little restaurants with five tables maximum, smoke shops, used book stores with windows painted with self-designed mascots that somehow gave of the visual version of old book smell. Bright Golden Arches and crowns gave way to neon lights of every color, but then those color gave way to pink, purple and read when they got to what seemed to be the destination Camila had in mind for them.

"Are you serious?" he said, taking the sight of the last place he'd expect a girl to bring him.

"What?" Cami asked. "You scared?" She released his hand and walked in front over him, her smile mischievous and knowing. "It's Halloween Patrick. Everyone's entitled to one good scare."

"Not scared so much. I just didn't expect to be taken to a porn store."

"Well then maybe you should read that big old pink sign." Camila pointed above them to the sign in question. "Right there in big white glowing letters: Adult Theater. And arcade. But not the fun kind of arcade...well I guess the fun is all about perspective but either way, as you can clearly see that is a theater."

"True. I guess I'm just surprised is all. I don't know if I expected this from you."

"Patrick, Madelaine may play the sexpot on the show but that doesn't mean I'm not capable of going above beyond. Then again I think I'm in my underwear more than her and Lili combined...wait, am I the sexpot?" After a brief moment thinking about her position on the show, she shook it off. "Besides, aren't you the guy with a five minute bit on proper manners during oral sex in public? How is this throwing you?"

The comedian acquiesced with a shrug and followed the rock 'n roll inspired beauty into the shop. The jingle of bells against the metal frame of the entrance door. The inside of the store looked as expected. Faded carpeting on the floor, glass counters housing sex toys and lubricants and before them rows of assorted sexual aids and DVDs. Neon lights within the store lit up those glass counters with one flashing the in the direction of the theaters and arcade. The place was so old school Patrick wouldn't have been too surprised to have found some old VHS tapes in one of the corners of this time warp of a store.

Of course, any old porn store would not be complete without a completely disinterested clerk, and there was one right behind the register. He looked bored, completely unbothered by the pair in the store, flipping through a book rather than acknowledge them. He wasn't being rude. At this point it was just part of the routine.

Camila went to the clerk and planted down some cash. "Two for the theater and the rest in tokens," she said. The clerk took her money and gave her two raffle tickets and a stack of eight golden tokens.

"Theater is on the left," the monotone clerk said. "Arcade is on the right. Red light means the booth is ocupado. No light on means you're good. Have a sexy night."

Camila had never heard the word sexy said in a way that was anything but quite like that before. It made her chuckle. "Come on," she said to Patrick. "Theater first."

The theater was just as musty and old school as the storefront. Folding theater chairs straight from a few decades in the past filled the room, eight rows of twelve seats. There was no projector, just a big screen TV, which was probably the only thing that looked of the current year in the room. It was HD, probably running off a Blu-ray player of some kind. The tech didn't matter really. The porn was playing and that was enough. Currently what was playing was a bit of girl on girl action and they both looked to be having a lot of fun.

Camila and Patrick took their seats in the middle of the fifth row. There was another moviegoer three seats down and on two seats down in the row behind them. No noises came from either man. Not a sound of heavy breathing or fapping to be heard at all. The only noise heard was of the two women on the screen have a lot of fun getting to know each other.

It didn't take too long for Patrick to get a hard on. The situation pretty much demanded it. on a date with one of the single most beautiful women he'd ever seen somehow stumbling on to a fetish he had for rock chicks and that date was watching porn with her in the theater. He didn't have too much time to really take that in as the experience became real and he just decided to live it. Now he only had time to focus on what he wanted to watch more, two women fucking or watching Camila watching two women fuck. It was a tough decision but his eyes tending to lay one the Latina for a bit longer than he did to the sex act on the screen.

Camila knew she was being watched. She expected it. While to say she had this planned from the beginning wouldn't be entirely accurate, once she'd decided to pull the trigger on the porn theater she'd expected this to happen. Watching the women on the screen, her fingers grazing the skin of her thigh and Patrick watching her, licking his lips and breathing heavy. She knew the other men were watching too, which provided it's own thrill but they would have to be content with just watching. Something told her they wouldn't mind.

"Like the show?" Camila whispered, her brown eyes drifting from the screen to Patrick to catch him nod. "Want to do more than watch?" Patrick answered by moving his hand to her thigh, running it up the holey fishnets, each split-second feel of skin to skin making Camila shiver ever so slightly until he got to the gates of paradise, and finding no barrier between his fingers and entrance. "What?" Camila asked as his fingers waited at the gates. "Part of a costume can also be lack of clothes...and this rock girl doesn't do panties."

The next sound to escape Camila's dark crimson lips was moan as Patrick's fingers entered her. In moments, Patrick had skills far beyond making Camila laugh. His fingers worked a completely different kind of magic on her, Camila gripping the arms of her seat as she felt herself begin to get lost. Moans from the screen mixed with moans live from the source as Patrick seemed to flip every switch Camila had within her, and for a brief moment a dual chorus of zippers coming down joined the audio party. The spectators knew they were to remain just that, however that didn't mean they couldn't get something out of this beyond just watching even if it was just from themselves. As wonderful as the manual ministrations were, Camila thought it was time for the trick or treating to start. With her left hand, she reached into a pocket on her leather jacket and took out a coin, dropping it on the ground in front of her.

"Mmm...would you look at that?" she said, breathing deep. "Dropped my lucky nickel. Patrick? Would you be a dear and get it for me?"

Her brown eyes met his green, bringing a knowing grin to his face as he withdrew his fingers, sucking them clean before getting down on his knees, finding himself right between Camila's open legs while he "searched" for her coin.

Camila looked to the man at the end of the row, his hand making a familiar motion in the darkness as he watched the scene. She winked at him, making him groan just a bit louder. Might as well give the audience a little something after all. Just as he got a little something Camila got her own, eyes fluttering as Patrick began. He had bunched her denim skirt up, giving him better access to the first of his Halloween treats. Camila's pussy was bald, glistening and beyond enticing. He was so close to her just his breath was sending tremors through her nerves. And when his mouth made contact Camila's moans began to eclipse those coming from the screen.

"Mmmm fuck yeah," she moaned, her back arching as Patrick began. His tongue started slowly paintbrushing her pussy lips first, giving a quick coating of lust before going further into the candy dish. Once he got his mouth on the bing of her cherry Camila's lips began to quiver and teeth chatter. The lustful fire within in began to burn even hotter when she felt Patrick's hands grip firmly on her legs, holding her in place while lovingly lashed her clit with his tongue.