Secorra Ray looked around. The party was packed. People were intermingling, drinking, dancing- just having fun. The Black Student Association's Halloween was a success again this year. Secorra just knew that the B.S.A had made some money and that was what made her immensely happy.
Dressed as an Egyptian queen, Secorra had received many compliments, during the night. The costume did little to hide Secorra's luscious curves and beauty. Her long, flowing raven black hair and caramel complexion made, Secorra look the part. At almost 6ft tall, and modelesque, Secorra cut and imposing figure. "Elizabeth Taylor has nothing on me," she told herself.
Several young men and a few older ones had hit on her since she had been here. However, Secorra had turned them down. She had recently broken-up with her boyfriend- Lashawn and she was still reeling a little bit. The two had been together for less than a year. Their relationship was often stormy, but they were in love with each other. This time though, Secorra thought that it was really over. This fight had been quite big- very vocal. Lashawn hadn't called her nor hit up her MySpace page, as was his normal custom.
The crowd at the party moved with the music. Young men and women, some in elaborate costumes, danced with each other. Some grinded on each other, appearing as though they were fucking on the dancefloor. Others were a little more reserved. The DJ fed the atmosphere playing songs that he knew would frenzy the crowd, Fat Joe's Lean Back thumped.
Secorra felt the music. She wanted to go out to the dancefloor, but the thought of some unknown "boy," as Secorra termed them, grinding on her ass was not appealing to her. Tonight I just wanna be left alone she thought to herself. She moved her hips in the chair.
Her cellphone lit up and vibrated. Secorra looked at it. Lashawn's number appeared on the screen. Secorra closed her eyes and shook her head.
"Damn boy," Secorra vented. She looked around, trying to see if he was somewhere here at the party. "Leave me alone!"
Secorra jabbed the Ignore Call button. The phone flashed several more times, before it went out. Secorra smiled. He asked for this Secorra thought to herself. The boy is too damned jealous.
"Deal with it," Secorra whispered. She looked around checking to see if anyone had heard her. Absently Secorra fanned herself. The heat in the building was uncomfortable, it wasn't stifling yet, but it was getting there.
Secorra reached out and touched the cashbox. The cold metal was reassuring. It felt heavy on the table.
"Girl you watching that box like its platinum," said Alanna, secretary of the B.S.A, who was sitting with Secorra.
Secorra laughed. She looked sheepishly at Alanna.
"I don't think its going anywhere," Alanna mocked. She giggled at Secorra.
Alanna and Secorra were a contrast in appearances. Alanna was much shorter than Secorra. Her dark chocolate skin glistened with beads of sweat. While she wasn't fat, Alanna was thick and proud of it. Alanna often told Secorra, "fellas love these hips and phat ass!"
Alanna was dressed like a fairy princess. She was wearing a pouffy, lavender dress and a pair of gossamer strap-on wings. Her breasts were propped up by the dress, giving the illusion of a bigger bust. Traces of a shimmery powder, that Alana had sprinkled on her breasts made them all the more eye-catching.
"So is Lashawn coming," Alanna asked.
"Don't know," Secorra said over her shoulder. She was slightly annoyed that Alanna had asked her about Lashawn. She didn't want to talk about him. Secorra took the money of another party-goer, as he came to the table. She glad for the interruption, as she was trying to think of someway to avoid answering Alanna's question.
Alanna lightly tapped Secorra on the arm. "Hey is Lashawn coming?" She asked again. "Is he gon be your Julius Ceasar or maybe Ramses?"
"I don't know girl. We had a fight. He might not come." Secorra buried her face in her hands.
"Oh girl, I'm sorry," Alanna whispered. She put her arms around Secorra. Alanna gave her a reassuring hug.
"Girl, get your titties off my head," Secorra laughed, waving Alanna away. "Thanks girl."
"You know you like 'em there!" Alanna grabbed her breasts with both of her hands.
"I've got my own," Secorra said, caressing her breasts.
Alanna gave her a quirky look. Then she waved a hand at her friend dismissively.
"Girl, I'm gon go and redo my make-up," Secorra said. She wiped away tear that rolled down her cheek. Secorra moved from around the table and headed for the stairwell, that led to the basement.
The stairwell was festooned with balloons and streamers. Secorra noticed a smell as she descended the stairs. She couldn't identify the smell. Several other women in various costumes passed Secorra on the stairwell and the hallway.
Only a few women were in the bathroom, when Secorra pushed open the door. A tart smell hung in the air, causing Secorra to wave her hand in front of her nose. One of the girls, standing at the mirror gave her a funny look and rolled her eyes.
Secorra dismissed her and disappeared into the stall. She heard the girls leave the bathroom. Then Secorra began pulling off her costume.
"Another hating-ass bitch," Secorra whispered. She carefully removed her crown and hung it from the hook on the inside of the stall door.
