As I walked through the goodwill searching in vain for the green turtleneck that would really put my Steve Bartman costume over the top, I thought back over the past few months. Having moved to a new city and started working at a job that I, at first, thought was beneath me, things were starting to look up. They say that you can get through anything if you have the right people around you and now a few months into my new career I had started to develop the friendships that made each day bearable. Having failed at getting into a law school, working for a non-profit in Salt Lake City was a far cry from my passion but I loved working with the underserved and a few of the interns I was with were pretty cool. All I had really hoped for was for at least one of the other interns not being Mormon and maybe even not married. It turns out that none of my "class" was Mormon and a few even liked to pull some late nights out on the town. Two in particular, Jeff and Tina, had proved to be great friends from the start.
Jeff, being from SLC had keyed us into what he called the best Halloween party in town. Being raised in a small, rural town, I was a little hesitant to attend a dance put on by the LGBT club on campus but new places and new acquaintances are supposed to help you grow so I reluctantly agreed.
Back to the shopping, I had a cubs hat, headphones, and black sweatshirt but the fucking green turtleneck was still alluding me until out of nowhere Tina shows up with exactly what I'm looking for.
"Like I keep telling you Kit, you need to broaden your horizons". Her smirk and the statement confused me.
"Turtlenecks and guys don't really go together, but the ladies section is full of them!"
I snatched the women's clothing from her only to see that it actually looked like it would fit. Hitting up the dressing room (the men's!) I found that Tina had saved the day.
A few hours later we met up at my buddy Jeff's flat. Jeff, one of those baby faced dudes that will never be able to grow a beard, was a huge fantasy geek and had decided to go as a satyr with full on fur pants, bare chest, and a horned wig.
"Shirtless in October, J? Man you must be crazy. I thought Halloween was a holiday for women to dress skimpy"
"Shut up Kit. What are you supposed to be anyway; an introverted lesbian? It's a gay dance, that doesn't mean you have to dress up like one!"
Apparently watching playoff baseball is not a prerequisite for dungeons and dragons but I just decided to laugh it off.
Tina showed up dressed in a sexy nurse costume. The costume really did accent her body well. The bombshell of a blonde could be my nurse any day with her red laced bra accenting the short white dress quite well.
The pregame got going and the car-bombs and shots were plenty enough to get us in the mood to hit the club.
The place was crazy. Two huge dance floors one with pop and the other house music, each with well-staffed bars offered two really different experiences.
I was already hazy by the time we got there and within a half hour a round beers and white gummy bear shots had put me in the mood for dancing.
Luckily the partygoers were what seemed to be a mix of 50/50 gay and straight so there were plenty of ladies to dance on.
I met a girl at the bar whose name I never got but her S&M outfit including horse crop was what really attacted me to her.
"You've been a bad boy, haven't you," the leather goddess shouted over the music.
"Yeah I think I have". I cringed at the lame response but it was good enough as she pulled me close and gave my ass a light smack with the crop. I immediately wished I had worn some looser jeans. Her corset and booty shorts were too much and I grabbed a handful of butt and kissed her deeply. She returned the kiss for a few moments and pulled away giving me a look that sent the good kind of shivers down my spine. She turned around and backed up into me as I wrapped my arms around her waist. I don't think we would have won any dancing awards but goddamn did we fit together well.
It was still early in the night but I felt that this chick may be a good one to hold onto. I felt a tap on my shoulder then. I turned to see Jeff who looked anxious enough that I somewhat snapped back into the real word.
"Kit, I need to talk to you" He looked pretty upset.
