Darlene slid the white thigh-high stockings of her "Naughty Nurse" costume slowly up her legs and attached them to the garter straps which dangled from beneath the short red skirt which made up the bottom half of the costume. The upper half was a white "lab coat" that was cut tight to accent her breasts. The top of the "coat" was open to reveal an ample amount of cleavage which made it very clear that there was nothing but Darlene under that coat. It was also split on the sides, the front and the rear to allow the red of the skirt to show through. The skirt itself was short, flouncy, pleated, and cheerleader-like, except that cheerleader skirts do not have garters attached to the wide elastic waist that holds them up. The costume was completed with a small white nurses cap that sported a red cross superimposed with a set of white, kissing, lips. There was no doubt that Darlene would be a Naughty Nurse at the Halloween party later that night.
There were also white satin cheerleader panties which the costume website had said were optional. Darlene couldn't imagine anyone wearing something so short with just regular underwear beneath it, so she had paid the additional $9.79 for the satin bloomers.
Tonight, however, as she dressed for the campus Halloween party, she left those protective bloomers sitting on the bed until the very last. Standing there in her sexy outfit with just white thong underwear under the short, red skirt, she looked at herself in the mirror as she posed seductively with her legs slightly spread, holding the stethoscope which she planned to wear over her neck like she had seen doctors and nurses do at the clinic. Turning away from the mirror, she even bent over slightly and looked back over her shoulder to see how much she might be revealing if she just left the satin bloomers at home.
The cheeks of her ass were plainly visible if she bent over even just a little. Anything more than that would expose everything that she had. Darlene held the satin panties in her hand as she debated yes, no; yes, no; yes, no. Finally she gave a long sigh and bent over to slide them up into place just as Amy and Michele yelled for her to get moving or get left behind.
Darlene, Amy and Michele walked the several blocks to the campus theater. Amy was dressed as a Naughty Witch. A peaked witch's cap sat slightly askew over Amy's dark black hair. Her pale skin was slightly visible through the layers of black filmy material that made up her costume. Darlene could tell that Amy was not wearing satin bloomers. In fact, from the back it appeared that she was wearing nothing at all beneath her robes. And from the front it was difficult to tell if you were looking at a black thong through the gauzy material or at Amy's pubic hair. Darlene was pretty sure that Amy wouldn't go totally commando in such a sheer outfit, and since the party was on campus property, Darlene assumed it was a thong. But since Halloween seemed to bring out the inner slut in almost everyone, she wasn't totally sure that Amy wasn't "sky clad" under her short witches robes. There was no doubt about the lack of a bra. The cool night air made her bralessness very obvious as Amy's stiff nipples formed little peaks against the front of her costume.
Michele was dressed as a Naughty Policewoman. Blue, skin tight, short shorts pulled deeply into the cleft between her legs forming a slight camel toe. Her police shirt wasn't much more than a bikini top with a large yellow star embroidered over the left breast. Silver handcuffs dangled from a loop on the shorts and a police whistle hung around her neck. In her hands she carried a slightly over-sized billy club that doubled as a flask. It was currently filled with vodka, Michele's alcohol of choice, but it would probably be emptied soon after they arrived at the party.
As they approached the theater, Darlene could hear the band and the noise of the party. A wild, anything goes, Halloween party on campus might seem very unlikely, but several years ago the university was forced to address the problem of students driving under the influence after wild Halloween parties in town. A student hit several town children trick-or-treaters, and even though that particular student hadn't been at a party and hadn't been drinking and the gaggle of costumed kiddies had run suddenly into the street in front of him, the public outcry forced the university to act. The administration tried every form of coercion and enforcement they could think of on campus and the town police stepped up patrols and enforcement off campus, but all that managed to do was cause a lot of angry, drunken altercations between students and campus security and town police.
The resulting publicity was just as damaging to the university, So, in desperation fueled by pragmatism, the university decided to fight fire with fire - or in this case alcohol and debauchery with alcohol and debauchery. Since the problem seemed to center on Halloween night and raucous Halloween parties, the university decided that for this one night each year, the university rule about drinking in university buildings was suspended - as if it was ever really enforced, and the university sponsored an almost free, on-campus, all-night Halloween Party. Soft drinks were free, beer was cheap, and security looked the other way if you were bringing in something stronger. As long as you didn't try to get in a car or go off campus, you could drink whatever you wanted.
Security also looked the other way concerning anything that was happening on the quad or in the hallways or anywhere else dark and private - or even not-so-dark and not-so-private, as long as it was consensual. Except for the beefy bouncer types at the door, you didn't even know that security was present unless a girl said "Help." Then several campus police officers and a couple of special security people from a firm hired for just the night would appear like ghosts popping out of the mists and you had better be able to explain what was going on or you would disappear into the city jail as quickly as the black clad ghosts had appeared from the mist.
Both as an added draw for the party and as a public "cover" for the event, included in the nominal cost of the event was free pizza at eleven and a scarey movie around midnight. This year the movie was "The Devil's Mark."
"The Devil's Mark" was your typical slasher / screamer flick that had become somewhat of a cult classic on college campuses. The blurb on the poster read, "Seven Sorority Sisters from Hidden Falls University hold a Halloween party on the stage of the campus theater to prove that it is not really haunted. As the clock in the campus tower strikes midnight, they learn exactly how mistaken that idea had been as a special performance begins, directed by the evil spirit which haunts the theater. A part has been written especially for each terrified student, which they are forced to perform for the pleasure of the spirit. By the end of the play, each has had her time upon the stage and each has been branded with 'The Devil's Mark' which will change her life forever."
Along with the printed blurb were seven pictures of young women with their mouths open in silent screams. Imposed on the poster like a red watermark was what was evidently supposed to be a brand burnt into the skin showing three letters in very ornate script - HFU.
Darlene, Amy and Michele arrived at the party around ten. By ten thirty Amy and Michele were well on their way to becoming totally drunk. Darlene had agreed to be "wingman" for the night and remain relatively sober so that she could watch over her two friends. Amy had instructed her, "Just make sure that we don't do anything that will be totally gross and embarrassing - at least not where someone can record it and put it on the internet. And remember the boys names that we disappear with, in case we don't." Michelle giggled, nodded her head in agreement, and added, "It isn't like you were planning on suddenly turning wild and sexy anyway, Darlene. Please do this for us. OK?"
Darlene had agreed, but secretly she wished that she could totally cut loose for a night like Michele and Amy seemed to do so easily. As Michele and Amy each walked away seeking their hunk for the night, Darlene thought to herself, "I guess I will always just be the timid one in the white satin bloomers."
