Paul was impressed when he walked into the party. His friend Dave had went all out. The house was totally devoid of electric lights and was only illuminated by various glow-sticks placed around the rooms. Dave loved Halloween and outdid himself every year. The entire house was decorated with spider webs; medieval props and other items that made it feel like a true haunted house. The glowing light set the rooms in a soft haze that completed the decorations.
Paul checked his costume before heading further inside. Dave had asked everyone to dress in a costume that would blend into the house. Paul had chosen to be a vampire. Where it wasn't a very original choice, Paul had done quite well. His costume consisted of a black suit that he found on a Gothic clothing website. The suit was Victorian inspired and fit the image of a modern vampire. He finished the costume with a pair of red contact lenses and small prosthetic fangs.
The living room was fairly full, and Paul scanned through the crowd for Dave. The evening was unseasonably warm and Dave had left the patio doors and all of the windows open. Paul said hello to a few people as he made his way through the room and soon found himself with a drink in hand. Dave was famous for his parties, and infamous for the toxicity of his drink. This year's punch was no different. He finally found Dave in the Family room. His costume was simply amazing. Dave was seated in a high-backed leather chair and was dressed like a demon. His skin was painted a deep red and two massive horns protruded from his forehead. He was dressed in a black suit but didn't wear a shirt, and he left the jacket open to show off his bare chest, which was also painted red.
"Welcome to my gathering fellow creature of the night! Indulge in all of the pleasure my hellish abode can provide!" Dave said in a deep voice when he caught sight of Paul.
Paul bowed theatrically to his host. "I thank you most gracious host for your hospitality."
Both men laughed as Paul walked over and shook Dave's hand. Paul was impressed when Dave extended his hand and revealed long black talons. "I see you went all out. I don't think you can top yourself after this party." Paul said.
"I don't really care. Have you seen what some of these woman are wearing?" Dave asked.
Paul nodded his head while he looked around the room. There were just as many hot gals as were in the living room. "Yeah, there are some hot ones here tonight. I think I'll find a cutie to sink my fangs into." He said with a toothy grin that flashed his fangs.
Dave clapped Paul on the shoulder and they both enjoyed a laugh. Paul downed his drink and was about to find another when he spotted a woman across the room. He didn't know how he had missed her so far, but she was exactly what he liked. Her skin was as pale as milk, which was in stark contrast to her long black hair. Her face was pretty, with a hint of European mystique. Paul unconsciously hissed through his teeth. Her face was what had caught his eye, but the rest of her hooked him. Her costume consisted of a sheer, black lace gown with slits on the legs that traveled all the way to her waist. The gown was accented with a series of black leather and silver straps that crisscrossed her torso and waist. Her legs were encased in a pair of thigh-high black leather boots with numerous buckles that ran the length of each leg.
"Dude, who is the hot little witch over there?" Paul asked Dave while tapping his arm.
Dave looked over and smiled. "That's Bettina. She just started working at my job in the advertising department. She's a graphic artist. Fresh out of college in the Czech republic."
"Is she seeing anyone?"
"She's only been in the country for a few weeks, so I don't think she's met anyone yet. I'd move quickly if I were you. I don't think she's going to stay unattached for too long."
"Okay, then introduce me." Paul said eagerly.
Dave gave a grunt before waving his hand and calling out. "Hey Bettina! Come over here for a minute."
Bettina excused herself from the two women she had been talking to and walked over to where Dave was sitting. Paul admired her walk as well as the hints of her breasts that came through the sheer material of her gown.
"Paul, this is Bettina. Bettina, this is my buddy Paul. Paul thinks you're hot and is too much of a chicken shit to come over and talk to you. I hope you won't hold his wimp ass against me. I've tried all I can but he just isn't a hot demon stud like me."
Paul clucked his tongue and resisted the urge to slap his big-mouthed friend. "I actually thought he would be a gentleman and introduce us properly, but I forgot who I'm dealing with. I couldn't help but notice your witch costume. It's really cool." He said to Bettina who was smiling widely at the banter between the two men.
"Thank you. I have gotten quite a few looks tonight, but who said I was a witch?" She asked. Her voice was light, but made harder by her strong accent.
Paul's eyes were drawn to her drink. She was slowly circling an index finger around the rim of the glass, and her shiny red fingernail was strangely exciting.
"I just took it for granted." He said slowly. Paul was almost in a trance as her finger stopped its movement and dipped into the cold drink. She stirred it and then pulled her finger free. Paul watched her finger as a drop of the red punch clung to it. He followed it as she slowly lifted her hand and slid the wet digit between her red lips. She slowly pulled the finger from her mouth with a soft sucking sound.
"Well, I'm not dressed as a witch, but I do like your vampire costume." Bettina said, finally breaking Paul's trance.
Paul recovered quickly, but his face reddened at how he was acting. "Thanks. So if you're not a witch, then what is your costume?" He asked.
Bettina smiled at him and he knew in that instant that he wanted her like he had never wanted another. "If you play your cards right tonight I just might let you find out." She said.
"Wow, all of these hormones flying around are making me want to find a little Demoness of my own. I'm going to go prowling my two horny friends. Have a good night but stay out of my bedroom. I like to dirty the sheets myself." Dave said as he rose from his throne.
"My glass is empty. Do you want to go and get some more punch?" Bettina asked.
