Gloria was dressed like a cheap whore. Short, black semi-sheer mini-skirt. Braless, she wore a too tight and too small, neon pink tube top that barely contained her boobs. Gaudy costume jewelry and knee high, faux leather black boots. Poofy black hair, overdone make-up and strong perfume. And underneath, lace, red crotchless panties.
It made her feel like a slut. It made her feel liberated. It made her feel excited.
After finishing work on Friday, she'd rushed home from the office, peeled off her conservative suit and prepared for the costume party. As soon as she hit her apartment, she began the transformation. Opening a bottle of Chablis, she'd sipped the wine while she changed.
Gloria loved to party. She especially loved costume parties and the implied role playing that let you abandon your inhibitions. You could pretend to be anyone. A totally different person with a totally different personality, clothes, mannerisms and morals. Or, no morals at all.
Tonight, the last was particularly important. Gloria was sexually hungry. She was itching for some action and wanted to guarantee she would hook up. Which was why she chose the whore get-up. Tonight was not for subtlety. She didn't want to be coy or demure or alluring. Gloria wanted to be obvious and advertise her willing availability. What better signal than to dress like a pro.
And this wasn't just any party, it was a Brandy party. Brandy threw the best parties. Raucous, fun and attended by a revolving collection of interesting characters, the music was always loud and the booze was plentiful. The atmosphere stimulated libidos and overwhelmed modesty. The parties occasionally evolved into carnal jungles, particularly the costume parties which promoted a sense of anonymity. Brandy wasn't constrained by the convention of having costume parties in the fall around Halloween. She scattered several throughout the year. In the past, Gloria had been lucky there on more than one occasion.
She parked the car on the crowded street and approached the sprawling house. Brandy ran a very successful business. She used these parties not only to relax with friends, but to enhance her network of contacts and reward her clients. Gloria felt excited and optimistic. Ringing the doorbell, she could hear the music throbbing through the walls.
Brandy opened the door dressed as a sprite: short brown skirt and matching slippers with turned up toes; green leggings; and a blousy, white peasant shirt cinched at the waist with a rope and revealing voluptuous cleavage. The costume was finished with pointed ears and small wings.
"Gloria." Brandy shouted over the music, "I'm glad you made it."
"I wouldn't miss it."
Brandy was normally effusive and got even more so with alcohol. She'd clearly gotten a headstart on the drinking tonight. She leaned forward and gave Gloria a hug and a kiss. Not a little peck on the cheek, but a warm, moist full-on smack on the lips. That was Brandy.
Holding her at arms length to examine her friend's costume, Brandy said, "Gloria, you cunt. You look positively sleazy."
"I try my best." Gloria replied. She held out her tacky costume necklace that spelled out "For Sale" in plated gold color. Getting into the spirit of her costume, she lifted her skirt to show her friend the crotchless 'fuck me' panties.
Running her hand down Gloria's arm, Brandy laughed and said, "You are wicked, girl. You are definitely getting screwed tonight."
"That's the plan."
"Well, if you don't, I'll do you myself." Brandy offered loudly. "Now get a drink and start having fun."
"I will. By the way, I love your wings." Gloria said.
"The better to flit and flirt with." Brandy answered. She did a coquettish spin that lifted her skirt, and then opened the door to greet the newest arrivals, an S&M couple dressed in leather from the looks of them.
Gloria turned and headed to the kitchen. She appreciated Brandy's sincere offer of easy sex, but also knew Brandy would be saying the same thing to numerous others in the course of the evening. While Brandy would be a willing and fun partner, the competition for her attention was always stiff. With all the other targets, Gloria knew she wouldn't need Brandy's help to satisfy her eager lust.
Brandy's open and licentious attitude was typical of the people she invited. You could almost taste the pheromones in the warm air. Sex wasn't the main reason for these parties, but it was a routine result.
The house was bustling with people. A few had minimal masks or hats to pass the threshold for a 'costume', but most got into the spirit with elaborate outfits. It was the usual mix with representative pirates, southern belles, doctors, saucy maids, politicians and other monsters. There were several eye-catching period pieces and one group that looked like a bride and groom and their complete bridal party.
Wending her way through the chattering crowd, Gloria greeted a few familiar faces and received compliments on her sluttish appearance. She also noticed several non-verbal, but clearly positive acknowledgements. She found herself smiling involuntarily. This was just what she needed after a busy week. A nice buzz, great music, laughing people and a sexually charged atmosphere.
Reaching the well-stocked kitchen, she decided to switch to beer and selected a pricey import. After opening it, she sidled into the dining room and leaned against the wall where she could take in the scene. There were several obvious couples in the mix, but, most people seemed to be temporarily unattached and available. While several men appeared to be well into making their pitches, Gloria wasn't worried about a lack of opportunities and therefore didn't feel a need to rush.
Her eyes scanned the menagerie. They settled almost immediately on a devil. A tall man with athletic build was slowly moving through the living room. He sported a black shirt and pants covered by a blood red cape. As part of his costume, he had a pair of devil's horns in red on his head. In one of those inexplicable emotions, Gloria was immediately smitten.
She watched the devil's graceful movements and the natural confidence of his stride. The outfit was simultaneously formal, yet sensual. In addition to the horns, there was a bright red tie and reddish brown belt. The shirt was tight across his chest and hinted at well-developed and strong muscles. To complete the outfit, he carried a red and black plastic pitchfork.
As Gloria stared, the devil continued his stroll, with eyes scanning the revelers. When he left the living room, Gloria shook her head to break the trance. She was drawn to follow. Taking a long tug on her beer, she pushed off from the wall and moved off in pursuit.
Leaving the living room, Gloria had to squeeze past a hefty woman ill-advisedly dressed as a large green melon. She caught a glimpse of red moving slowly down the hall that curved around the back of the house. The hall had a glass wall that faced the patio next to the pool. Outside, costumed people were lounging in chairs and on low stone walls in the warm evening. A few were dancing.
The demon acknowledged several people as he passed and exchanged pleasantries, but generally kept moving. He seemed to be alone, but that was unlikely to be the case for long. At a free-for-all party like this, anyone that attractive would be a quick target of attention.
The man turned to the right and pushed through a door to the patio. As he did, he paused beneath a light and looked back in Gloria's direction. In fact, it was almost like he was looking at Gloria. The overhead light accented the dirty blond hair that formed a corona around his head. It was carefully styled to look disheveled and curled across his forehead and about his ears in a fashionable and sexy style. His eyebrows were full and expressive. He made the slightest nod and grinned in Gloria's direction and proceeded through the door.
Gloria was confused. She was certain she didn't know this person. She looked around to see if there was someone else who the devil might have been eying, but no one was obvious. The apparent acknowledgement stoked Gloria's interest and attraction.
