(This is my first erotic story. Please let me know if you like it. It was cathartic to write.)
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Jessica is deeply enthralled in her book when her doorbell rings. She gets up and grabs a basket, opens the door.
Two girls in their late teens stand in front of her wearing cliche Halloween costumes; a nurse and a cop.
Jessica says, "Aren't you girls a little too old for Halloween?" Jessica hands them mini-snickers bars.
The Cop responds, "Why don't you put on a costume and come join us, you might have some fun."
Jessica holds her tongue. She is the sole partner in a law firm that bears her name. She built it from the ground up not only because she is smart but because she is tough and does not back down from a fight. Normally she would tell these girls off but they are too young and she lets it go.
The two girls walk off.
In her early thirties, Jessica is a catch. Her father was from the Basque region of Spain and her mother was caucasian, so her skin is permanently a soft shade of tan. She has the kind of silky skin that your fingertips would easily slide over. She has beautiful brown eyes flanked by dark black hair that falls all the way down her back.
Her body is exquisitely voluptuous, a perfect hourglass figure. Heaving breasts that are almost hard for her bra to contain. As you follow her body downward, her waist curves in but only until you get to her waist, when her hips extend out, holding her large round ass. All those squats pay off because her large ass is still round and perky. She may be a few pounds bigger than your typical hot girl, but that's only because she has amazing curves that skinny girls lack.
The hottest thing about Jessica is not her body, it's that she is confident in it. In fact, she years to show it off but she fears what the neighbors or coworkers may think if she wore a plunging neckline or high heels and a short-skirt. At work She wore dress pants, loose blouses and always pulled her hair back with glasses.
RING RING RING.
Jessica sighs as she picks up her phone. "It's Halloween," she says.
On the line a voice says, "I'm sorry to bother you but Ruskin wants to move the deposition."
"Tell him 'no.' If he wants to start a fight he can call me on Monday. I already settled this," Jessica says as she hangs up the phone.
Jessica loves her job but being the boss is tiring. She is always the one giving orders, always the one in control.
Jessica has not been with a man in a year.
She has been lonely over the past year. She divorced her husband and she went on a few dates from EHarmony but none of them worked out. Her ex-husband cheated on her, can you believe it? At times she wonders why he did it, was she not hot enough? Did she not satisfy him? What was it?
The real answer is that he lacked self confidence. Deep down, deep in his sub-conscious he wondered why a human this attractive, smart and accomplished would marry him. He was a professor and one day, he fucked one of his younger ex-students. How cliche.
At times, Jessica ruminates on her Ex-Husband, she gets angry. He fucked a thing little blond girl. She probably didn't even weigh one hundred pounds. For months Jessica could not stop ruminating on what he could have done. On her body lying naked against his on him kissing her body, entering her.
She thinks of all the times men hit on her, the times she met men she was attracted to but turned away their glances because she respected her marriage vows. She had sexual desires for me who were not her husband too but she never acted on them, why should he. On some level, she wishes she could punish him. How would he feel to see another man ravish her, or how would he feel to see her utterly satisfy another man?
She tries not to think of her ex. Fuck him. This story isn't about him.
Jessica sits back down with her book and sips her wine. Out of her window she sees more teenagers walking down the street, one of them wearing a schoolgirl outfit that resembles Britney Spears famous music video.
Jessica slams her book down and goes upstairs. She opens her closet and pulls a box down from the top of her closet. She blows off the dust and opens it up. She pulls out a shimmery garment and looks at it.
She brings it into the bathroom. When she comes out we see she is wearing a beer wench halloween costume. It squeezes her body like a glove but fits perfectly. The top corset part is black and it barely contains her large breasts. The skirt part is green and it's very short. She turns around to look at herself in the mirror and the back part of the skirt is even shorter because her big round ass lifts the back part of the skirt up. If she bends over at all, you will surely see her ass. She pulls up long white socks and lifted black shoes.
She looks at herself in the mirror and thinks to herself, "Should I do this?" She smiles. She is hot and she knows it. There is nothing hotter than a voluptuous girl who knows how hot she is.
She pours a shot of Jack Daniels and takes it then heads outside into her waiting uber.
She is dropped off at a lively lounge called "The Library." It's upscale, leather couches, fireplaces and shelved books line the wall.
She takes a breath and walks up to the bar. She orders a vodka martini and coyly takes a look around. She notices a group of men flirting with waif thin twenty somethings in the corner. She wonders if this crowd is too young for her.
She turns around and sees a man of about forty. "Can I get a Bulleit bourbon, please," he says to the Bartender. Jessica coyly takes him in. He wears a tuxedo. He's tall, about a six foot, three inches, tan, in shape. His chin could cut glass and he has steely blue eyes. He has black hair that is recently trimmed and is sharply parted to the right. His wardrobe and look is controlled, nothing is out of place.
He notices Jessica. "Maybe I should have asked you for a drink," he says.
"Excuse me?"
"You are a beer wench, correct?"
"Oh yes. And who are you?"
"I'm James Bond."
"I have your drink." Jessica points to her martini. "Shaken, not stirred."
At first he didn't respond, he just looked her over with his eyes. Standing up straight, standing above her, looking down. He felt powerful, in control. She felt small and for once, not in control. She could relax.
"My name is Max, what is yours?"
"Jessica."
"Can I get you a -"
Before he can get out the sentence, one of his buddies grabs him and pulls him back to the group.
Jessica watches. A woman in a Charlie Chaplan costume cannot take her eyes off of Max.
As the night goes on, Max seems to have forgotten about Jessica. A few drunk men try to talk to her but she is not having it. As she sits at the bar by herself, she starts to feel more alone. Maybe this was a silly idea to dress up and come here. The bar thins out as it gets late and Jessica has had enough to drink.
She looks around one last time for Max but she cannot find him. She stands up and walks out of the bar.
As she waits for her Uber outside, she notices a couple making out at the valet. They kiss as if he is a sailor going off to war, as if no one is watching.
"Leaving already?"
Jessica turns and sees Max walking out of the bar, alone.
"Yes, my Uber."
"I know a place we can go. Cancel your car."
Jessica looks at him, thinks. She takes out her phone and cancels the Uber.
Jessica realizes she is about to head off in a car with a man she barely me. "Where are we going?" she asks.
He gives her a devilish smile and replies, "A costume party."
An Uber drives Max and Jessica through an industrial neighborhood filled with warehouses and factories. It arrives at a dark warehouse building. Few cars are parked outside but the few vehicles are high end; BMW, Mercedes and even a Jaguar.
Max gets but Jessica is perplexed. He opens the door and reaches out his hand before telling her, "You are safe, I promise."
"What is this place?"
"It's a costume party mixed with theater."
"I don't know." Jessica does not get out.
"If you do not feel good about this, I can get you an Uber home but you will miss out."
Jessica grabs his hand and gets out of the car. They walk in together.
A large bouncer in all black guards the door. He smiles when he recognizes Max and lets him in.
Jessica asks, "You come here often?"
"I sold them this building."
"You are a realtor?"
Max laughs. "No, I owned the building before them."
In the lobby, a hostess wearing a Harley Quinn outfit comes out from behind the desk and hugs Max.
"I'll need your cell phones," says the Hostess.
"I can't do that," says Jessica.
"They don't want people taking pictures. It puts everyone more at ease."
Max hands over his phone. Jessica reluctantly hands hers over.
The Hostess opens a velvet curtain that reveals and elevator and in her Harley Quinn accent she says, "Have fun and don't get in too much trouble."
Jessica can hear the thumping music echoing upstairs. What lies in there? What did she get into?
Max puts his hand on her back and says, "After you." They get into the elevator and it heads up. It's eerily quiet as they ride up. Max grabs her hand and smiles as he says, "You don't let loose often do you?"
"Never."
Jessica walks into a dark room with swaths or warm but dim lighting bouncing off the dance floor. In an elevated platform, a woman dressed as a Nun dances with a man in wolf's clothing. Little Red Riding hood is sitting on the lap of a man in a Priests' robe.
Max leads to a bar and orders two Vodka Martinis.
They down them and Max pulls her onto the dance floor. The music is thumping, rhythmic but not your standard club hip-hop or party music. It's a bit slower.
At first Max dances a foot apart from Jessica, not touching her. As she gets into it she is worried she might fall out of her dress. She spins and her Beer Wench skirt twirls up. Good thing they took people's camera phones.
As the music slows down, Max pulls her closer, holds her from behind as she slowly grinds against him. He whispers in his ear, "It seems like you are finally letting go."
The Priest and Little Red Riding Hood get up and head towards a staircase in the back.
"Where are they going," Jessica asks.
"This place has three different levels."