Busch Gardens theme park in Williamsburg, Virginia has an annual event every October called Howl-O-Scream. For the whole month, every Friday, Saturday and Sunday from 6 P.M. to 10 P.M., the park becomes 'haunted'. It's a popular event that attracts a few million people annually, and each year they introduce a new scary attraction or two, although some of the more successful ones from past seasons can stick around for five or six years before being discontinued.
One of my favorite past attractions, Sea Dog Cemetery, kept going for about four years in the late '90s. It had a 'zombie pirate' theme, and several of the performers were female and dressed up as pirate wenches. Most of the time, they were quite attractive.
In the last year of Sea Dog Cemetery's existence, I went to the park just like I usually did with no idea that anything that was any more awesome than usual was about to happen to me (Howl-O-Scream is, admittedly, awesome to begin with if you're a horror fan like myself, but it's roughly the same level of awesome most years).
Like previous years, I saved Sea Dog Cemetery for last... this was partly because it was near the park's entrance, which is also the exit, but partly because I knew from previous years how good it could be as well.
Each year, they changed their recurring attractions up slightly in order to keep them new and fresh. So, unlike the other visitors who just breezed through and enjoyed the bare minimum of scares, I examined the environment thoroughly just in case there was something worth seeing in each area.
They put this particular attraction back behind the first set of train tracks, in the area where the petting zoo used to be for those who remember what the park looked like in the late '80s and early '90s. Some of the old and otherwise closed-down animal enclosures were in use by the pirates, and others had skeletons impaled on spikes inside them or other things like that.
I stopped by the bear enclosure and looked down into it -- part of the bear pit had been below ground, to give visitors an aerial view of the cubs as they played in the moat, presumably engaging in natural fishing behavior. The moat had been dry since they closed down the petting zoo, but now it was filled with water again, and had entrails and various severed body parts floating in it. They were fake, but some of them looked realistic enough to add to the scary atmosphere.
One of the pirate wenches wandered over and stood next to me -- quite close to me, in fact. She was an incredible goddess, with long black hair that you could tell was shiny even at nighttime in dim lighting, big, brown anime-character eyes, almost translucently pale skin (it appeared natural, as if she hadn't needed makeup in order to simulate zombie status like the other performers had) and a slender, shapely body.
She looked down into the gore-littered moat, then turned her startlingly large and breathtakingly beautiful eyes back up toward me with a look that said, "Can you fucking believe this? What a mess."
Even though she hadn't actually spoken, for some reason I felt compelled to speak to her. "Damn, you're beautiful," I said.
She cocked her head slightly and looked at me. It was eerily similar to the way a predator regards its prey, right before striking. I was about to apologize -- it was a compliment, but it was still out of line -- when she smiled. Not showing any teeth or anything, but still a smile... one of those knowing, mysterious smiles that use the eyes more than the mouth, the kind that supermodels are so good at making.
I smiled back, trying to match the knowing and mysterious quality of her expression. Her smile became more mischievous, and I felt her fingertips brush the front of my pants.
The touch was so light and quick that the contact with my cock through the fabric of my pants could have been unintentional, a happy accident that maybe she hadn't even noticed. Except her smile was downright naughty now, and her fingertips returned to my crotch after a few moments and remained there this time, stroking me lightly.
I drew in a sharp breath as her expert fingers urged my cock to full hardness. In that moment, I knew that I would do anything for her. If she asked me to kill someone, I would gladly accommodate her. I didn't even know her name, and I had fallen deeply and irrevocably in love with her.
