This is a companion piece to The Hills Are Alive... We revisit our heroine Trish as she tries to find a way to top that adventure. It isn't necessary to have read that piece, but she has a habit of being bad like this. She seeks thrill, danger and excitement. Don't judge her, at least she shares her stories.
After the amazing adventure in the mountains Trish discovered she had a sexual abandon she had never realized. Wild insane sex like that was almost all she could think about. She struggled to find a way to match or even top it in her erotic imagination and she came up short.
Then Halloween approached and her spirits lifted. This was a great time of year for her. She shopped and found the perfect outfit. Then she decided on a strategy.
On Halloween Trish put on her minimal outfit and a mental cloak of amusement. Going as little Red Riding Hood she wore a long scarlet cape that came down to mid-thigh had a large hood and slits where her arms could come out when it was closed. It had wooden toggles down the front to button it, and a scarlet satin lining that brushed seductively across her skin. On her feet she wore simple red heels and lacy socks with large frills at the ankle. She anticipated walking a lot tonight.
She wore absolutely nothing under the cape.
Spending hours on her make-up she gave herself an impeccable look of innocence and porcelain perfection. False lashes, white highlights around her eyes and a touch of blue eye shadow to really pop her eyes out; a pale base to make her skin look like it glowed, with a blush blended to look as much like a healthy girl's glow as possible. Light rose lipstick gave her lips a luscious quality that looked natural and delectable.
Her hair she curled in bouncy kewpie doll ringlets, and sprayed them in place.
Any wolf would be unable to stop himself from gobbling her up.
Now she just had to go find a wolf.
Tonight's self imposed restraint was to find someone dressed as a big bad wolf of some sort, and let him have her innocence. The parable made real.
Trish drove around the near the University area looking for a house party that she could crash. It was chilly outside and people were covered up as they entered homes, but still Trish could see a lot of costumes out on the late night streets.
The first party she saw she parked as close as she could and made her way up to the house through the dusting of snow on the walk. Cold gusts of air snuck under the edge of her cloak brushing her sex and her bum, giving her goosebumps, her bare legs tingled as the heat fled from them.
Inside the air was humid and warm, and the living room was packed with people dancing to blasting music. Creatures of all sorts paraded across her view. Aliens, monsters, characters from movies and books, and a large representation of professions done in the "Slut" mode: Slutty firefighter, slutty cop, and slutty cowgirl. For once Trish was not the one showing the most skin, but even so she drew attention, her face so perfect and her demeanor focused.
Yet this party had no wolf for her Red Riding Hood.
Soon she was gone, having wandered through the top floor of the house in a few minutes.
The same results in the next house. There had been a man dressed as a famous cartoon dog, but it was too early to lower her standards yet.
At the forth house Trish found her Wolf. The Big Bad Wolf, and he was certainly on the prowl for a sweet morsel.
They spotted each other almost as soon as she came in; he was in the hall that the front door opened on, and when she closed the door on the cold behind her he turned to see who had come in.
The costume he wore was a simple plastic snout with large furry ears on a headband across the top of his head, he had a furry muscle suit of some sort to beef him up, with a torn dress shirt stretched over it and buttoned to mid chest. The pants were just simple brown slacks, but they had been cut off at the knee to show his hairy legs and feet in sneakers with no socks. He had painted his face to look furry and put black lipstick on.
And in case anyone missed it, he had Big Bad Wolf written on cardboard on his back.
A large lupine smile spread across his face at the sight of her. Trish smiled back, pleased at his reaction, but she quickly switched to timid little girl behavior and looked down shyly.
Taking a few tentative steps down the hall she glanced into the living room to see more dancing bodies, with the same sort of collection of creatures writhing about to the music.
"Well you must be little Red Riding Hood." Said a husky voice at her ear. "Can I see your goodies?"
Turning to look up at him from under her lashes, and moving a step away, Trish clutched her hands in front of herself, and said, " I'm not suppose to let anyone see my goodies."
The Wolf grinned slyly at her.
"Aw you can let me see. I won't tell anybody."
"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers in the woods."
"Do you always do what you're told?"
"I try to, but sometimes I'm a bad little girl."
"Oh no!"
"I can't help it! I do try so hard to be good, but..."
"But..."
Trish looked up and held his gaze, "But being bad is so much fun."
She then skipped off into the dancing crowd and began to join in with the twirling mass of bodies.
Lifting her arms up, Trish could feel the satin lining of her cloak slide up and up over her thighs showing off her legs. The slits cut in the cape for the arms were low, just above the waist, to allow access out from the elbow down. When she lifted her arms up most of the cape had to lift to accommodate. If she lifted her arms all the way over her head, the cloak would raise above her waist, revealing her nudity. She had practiced how high she could go in the mirror at home.
Twirling around on the dance floor to Lady Gaga's Poker Face, Trish did a seductive dance letting the cape lift and fall with her serpentine arm movements. Spinning and swaying she twirled the cape out and away from her body, the hood catching air and lifting high, her ringlets bouncing around her head in a flaxen cascade.
Expecting the Wolf to follow her so she could tease him on the dance floor, Trish was disappointed to not see him near her. As she danced she glanced around trying to spot him. When she did see him he was beside the D.J at his table saying something into the man's ear.
The DJ leaned over to his laptop and mixed in a Daf Punk song which got a cheer from the dancers, then began looking for something on his screen.
Confident that her Wolf was not going to stop the hunt so quickly Trish allowed herself to enjoy the pleasure of dancing, giving in to the beat and the electronic voice singing to her.
As people around Trish began to notice her dancing, they unconsciously backed off a little to give her room. The fluidity of her movements, and the grace with which she danced caught the eye of anyone who glimpsed her through the teeming mass.
Fully in her own world now, Trish was barely aware of the attention she was getting, it gave her a thrill knowing she had an audience and she gave herself over to the performance, as limited as it was by space, and the restrictions of her cloak. The Wolf was the one she wanted to let see her naked first, not this crowd.
Then the music faded and a recorded howl filled the room.
A guitar played a descending eerie scale, and the singer said;
"Who's that I see walkin' in these woods?
Why, it's Little Red Riding Hood."
The crowd laughed at the song choice and looked at Trish. She turned to the table where the DJ was set up just as her Big Bad Wolf prowled onto the dance floor.
Lip synching the song the Wolf stalked her, the crowd parting for the performance.
"Hey there Little Red Riding Hood,
You sure are looking good.
You're everything a big bad wolf could want."
Walking in rhythm to the slow beat of the song the Wolf approached her. Trish played scared and looked around for escape. With the end of the verse the Wolf was right beside her and she darted past him to the open space behind him.
Reaching out he grabbed her arm.
"Listen to me."
Spinning her around he sang to her;
"Little Red Riding Hood
I don't think little big girls should
Go walking in these spooky old woods alone."
Really playing it up he looked around at the imaginary woods and Trish peered fearfully at the places he was looking, the crowd was grinning at the display.
The Wolf howled, both the real one and the recorded one, and the tempo changed, Trish began to dance a writhing, rippling movement simulating her fear, her feet planted in one spot as the Wolf circled her lip synching the chorus.
"What big eyes you have,
The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad.
So just to see that you don't get chased
I think I ought to walk with you for a ways.
What full lips you have.
They're sure to lure someone bad.
So until you get to grandma's place
I think you ought to walk with me and be safe."
The tempo returned to the slower more tense beat and Trish stopped dancing, returning to her scared girl act. The Wolf offered her his arm as he "sang";
"I'm gonna keep my sheep suit on
