It was the day before Halloween and everyone at school was talking about the costume contest at the new 18 and up dance club that opened. Even though the teachers and janitors tried desperately to take them down, fliers were stuck up all over the walls for weeks of the contest, first prize being two thousand dollars, money I desperately needed if I ever wanted to get away from this tiny town and to a good college. I grabbed one of the fliers off of the floor, on it was a sexy blonde woman dressed in a tiny jersey and short shorts with the number 69 across her chest. The rules said that only girls 18 and over could enter and anything goes.
"You couldn't possibly be thinking of entering Margaret," Erica, the head cheerleader, my bitter nemesis said from behind, "I don't think guys would cheer for a little boy."
Now I couldn't blame her for thinking that, most of the school probably did, I was the school tomboy and usually was caught in one of my oversized hoodies, cargo shorts, or skater shirts, and for all they knew, I was a boy. But if they ever saw what was underneath, they would have been very surprised. I mean they already knew of my short dark hair and blue eyes, but they never would have guessed I had perky B-cups that looked huge on my tiny frame and a tight bubble butt from all the running I did on the cross-country team. To be honest, I doubt even my best friends knew what I really looked like under these clothes, since to them, I was just another one of the guys.
"Maybe they'll have a sexy boys costume contest next year and you can enter that," causing her and her friends to laugh as they walked away.
My hands clenched into tight fists as she walked away, "God she's such a bitch, I'm going to win, no matter what."
After school, I got on my bike and headed for The Spirit Halloween, but mid-way there it started to rain and thunder out of nowhere. I quickly made my way to the strip of stores off the road and ducked under cover before I got completely drenched. I locked my bike to a nearby rack and walked down the strip waiting for the rain to slow and found what looked like to be a costume shop.
"Please, come in my dear from the rain, I've been expecting, you," a creepy old man said, opening the door, he wore a vintage suit with a red bow tie and held a bright red cane.
"Nice, costume," I said walking into the store.
"I guess, we all wear costumes, don't we," he said in a very monotone voice with a smirk I didn't notice as I was taking in the atmosphere of the shop.
It was like I walked into some horror movie as all the shelves and cabinets were dark wood covered in dust and spiderwebs, the lights like old oil lanterns on the walls, random statues of gargoyles and monsters, fortune-telling crystal balls, cloaks, and canes.
"Wow sir, you really went all out for the season, didn't you? To be honest I had no idea this place existed till today!" I called out as I roamed.
"Because it didn't."
I figured he was just being in character so I didn't take much notice of his comment but as I roamed looking for a costume, nothing was really standing out as the winning costume for the contest. Unless guys were into raggedy, old peasant girls or old Victorian gowns.
"Are you looking for something in particular, little girl?"
"God!" I jumped, not sure how he suddenly and quietly snuck up behind me, "sorry, I'm looking for a costume, something a little more... modern?"
"Something a little bit more... spicy? Sexy? Attractive to the boys?" he paused and looked up at the ceiling as if he was deep in thought, "I think I have just the thing, follow me."
He took me back to the front counter and opened the cabinets under the register, pulling out an odd black gift box, opening it and pulling out the clothes inside. It was, well, not what I was expecting, it almost looked like a dark black belly dancing outfit. A sleeveless tube for the top with two straps leading to a choker at the neck, connected to two long pieces of cloth in the back like a split cape. The bottom was a set of dark black solid panties, a belt with fabric hanging off of it, that I can only describe as a short skirt with a loincloth at the sides. It had a veil with it and two metal arm rings to complete the costume.
I didn't realize how late it was getting and had to get home before my parents freaked out and I had a feeling this was the best I was going to find, "it's perfect, how much for the outfit sir."
"Not all material possessions cost money, my dear, sometimes they cost something much more valuable," he said with a grin.
"No really, how much do I owe you, I have to get home," no longer caring for the act.
"It'll be $47.95 with tax."
I handed him the money and stuffed the costume back into the box and into my backpack making my way to the door realizing the storm had completely passed or vanished as soon as it appeared.
But before I could leave, the man appeared next to me at the door, "just a word of warning, not only will that outfit grab the attention of all the men around you, you will receive their unfiltered lust as well."
"Um, ookkk," I walked out as he once again opened the door for me, not knowing what he meant by "unfiltered lust."
When I got home, I ran into my room to try it on and it almost felt like it was made just for me, it fit perfectly, almost too perfectly. The tube hugged my chest making my breasts look even larger than before and with it being strapless I had to go braless since I didn't have a strapless bra to wear underneath. My stomach was completely exposed all the way down to the top of the skirt which rested low on my hips. The skirt itself came to about midthigh and the panties thankfully covered everything with added protection from the cloth at the sides. I put on the rings and really took myself in finally putting on the veil as well, I looked really hot and not like myself at all.
I found a pair of sandals to go with it and put it away in my closet for tomorrow so my mom wouldn't find it and freak out thinking I was turning into some sinner with such a slutty outfit. I mean in her eyes that amount of skin, she probably would have thought I was becoming a stripper or a prostitute.
Well, as hard as it was to sleep the night of the party came and I really needed to do this before I chickened out. I knew there was no way I was going to wear the costume and ride my bike so I dressed up in some old clothes and put the costume in a plastic bag and made my way to the club.
When I finally arrived, there was Erica and her friends waiting outside, "going as a cross-dressing dyke," Erica yelled out, she was dressed up as a sexy nurse, "I think you may be at the wrong club, Margaret!"
I made my way in trying to ignore her and her friends the best I could and went to the closest bathroom so I could change. I took off the clothes I had and quickly put the costume on, stuffing my clothes back into the bag and hiding it behind the toilet hoping I could get them later and no one would find them. I looked in the mirror and decided my hair may be a dead giveaway and wet it with some water and slicked it back. I then made my way nervously out to the club to sign up for the contest.
I walked over to the table with a very flamboyant man dressed as a shirtless Freddie Mercury holding the sign-up sheet, "oh wow, very sexy, sign up here, you've got the best costume I've seen yet."
It asked for a name on the sheet and I couldn't bring myself to put my real name and put Midnight Dancer instead.
"Oh, mysterious, I like that, I'll be rooting for you, Midnight, Dancer," he said with a smile, winking at me.
Until the contest began I stood in the corner like the wallflower I was, hidden from the crowd but was still able to see the stage and hear the names that were calling out, many of the girls I knew from my school, some names even surprised me when I saw they had decided to compete as well, but I guess the prize money was just too good to pass up.
A lot of them were very awkward, they would walk out on stage, stand there as the MC called out their name, and described their costume as sexily as he could, and then they would walk off after getting some whistles and cheers, if they were lucky. That's until Erica came out, strutting like a runway model. She got to the center of the stage and made some poses, bending over towards the crowd, showing off her cleavage, and then turning around and bending over again to show her ass off, finally finishing with a high kick into a split taking advantage of her cheerleading talent. I felt sorry for anyone having to follow up that act.
"Finally, we welcome on to the stage, the Midnight, Dancer!" the announcer yelled loudly, everyone looking around confused at the first contestant not to be called up by their real name but some title.
I made my way to the stage through the dark club, squeezing through the crowd of people, nervously making my way up to the stairs onto the stage, praying not to trip and fall on my face and not exactly sure what I was supposed to do. The music changed to an Arabian tune and I tried my best to dance, shaking my hips and arching my back but was startled as it almost felt like someone had grabbed my breasts from behind, but when I spun around to look trying to keep up the dance act, no one was there. Maybe the top just tightened and I imagined it.
"What a sexy costume indeed, as those clothes practically are hugging her body," the MC continuing, the crowd cheering, all of their eyes on me.
I jumped as this time I felt hands on my stomach and thighs, but looking down to see no one there and knowing that I was the only person on stage, I didn't understand how this was happening.
"What was it that guy said," I thought to myself remembering his warning, "you will receive their unfiltered lust as well."
That couldn't possibly be it, this couldn't be real, these feelings of being touched was the unfiltered lust of all of these men?