Darkness is the way of the day, the ambience is sinister and the mystery adds to the flare. A 15,000 square foot home is the setting. I walk in with nothing but my costume and keys. The keys are to my car which is securely parked in the locked garage and my personal room for the night. I am staying in a theatre room equipped with surveillance cameras and comfortable seating, where tomorrow's clothes are waiting for me.
The house has been rented out for this last week in October. The renter is a good friend of mine, Jordan Bahn. She has an obsession with Halloween. I thought I was bad by dressing up every year without missing one year but she goes all out.
It started when she was a kid and her parents threw a huge Halloween party every year. When she was 18 she threw her first one and now she is known for the best Halloween parties around. One quarter of us are invite only, the others are pay to get in and you must be invited to even pay. It balances out the cost to throw it and the rental property. She's a party planner and a lot of the cost gets covered by favors businesses owe her.
I used to help at the beginning but when it started getting to the point where we had to rent a house I had to take a step back. My job is an 80 hours a week kind of gig, and the dedication it takes is a lot more than I can handle or give.
Today's shindig is being held in Beverly Hills. We have called the house Janice place, the side that faces the city has floor to ceiling windows. An infinity pool at the edge and a viewing deck on the side of the house. There are 10 rooms 14 bathrooms, I never understood the whole having more bathrooms than rooms thing. An office, a gym, a huge chef's kitchen, a dining room and a theatre room. The office is where Jordan is running this event from and where she will be sleeping. We are the only 2 who should still be here in the morning. Another friend of mine is doing security and he takes his job seriously. His company has brought in 10 women to be placed around the house and outside and they are all in suits and masks. So they don't stand out as much.
I am dressed as Catwoman, this is the costume I have wanted to wear for as long as I can remember. When I was younger I had the kid version. Today I am in a whole other league, head to toe leather and a mask to hide my identity. Jordan is dressed as Wonder Woman, every year she's a female superhero. Sometimes she invents them Super Nurse, Lusty librarian anything that she can make look sexy and make her worthy of a villain.
Everyone who comes to this party usually sees each other throughout the year. However, I love the secrecy and mystery involved in wearing a mask that hides the identity of a person, and a costume that makes you shallow and uninhibited for a day. I'm not shallow, but I do love a woman with a good body. Although, if it doesn't come with a brain and respect I rather not go there. Tonight it is all about the body and soul. Most masks reveal the eyes and for me the eyes are a persons carryon lie detector.
I can see everything I need to know in a person's eyes. Love, compassion, loyalty, fear, anger, sadness, resentment, everything. I'm an excellent judge of character, a trait I picked up from being a good listener and expert body language reader.
My flaw, I'm a genuine, honest to goodness, good person who accepts a persons flaws without regard for safety sometimes. I want to see the good in everyone and sometimes I get hurt in the process for allowing too many chances.
That's what happened with my ex. She constantly went out of her way to be a bitch then she begged for forgiveness and made empty promises. I finally got tired of it and well that's where Jordan comes in. She's the slap in the face kind of person who sticks me with a shot of reality, she keeps me sane.
Back to the party at hand. I've danced with several beautiful specimens and the touching has been all too sensual. Did I mention that this lovely party is a women only affair. All rooms have different themes and most doors have been removed. There is no privacy if you want to do something, you do it in front of everyone and believe me no one is holding any reservations. The house has been wired with a surround sound system and the music is pounding throughout.
I walk from room to room enjoying the view and many women who want to dance. In room 4, themed Pirate's Alcove, there are girls in corners in a state of bliss from what I can see because I can't hear shit over the music. Hands are under skirts, in between zippers, up asses and groping breasts, ahhh sordid love affairs with strangers, what it is to be young.
I go outside for fresh air after a steamy but brief encounter with a TRON woman. Next to the glass railing stands a woman with a Corona in one hand and a mask in the other. A body lean like an athlete with short hair but a little longer on the top. She's all in black but I doubt she's security since they aren't allowed to drink. The mask is from V from Vendetta. I make my way over I would love to see the face that works that body. I'm about a few feet away when she puts it back on along with the hat and hair attachment and turns around.
Standing a few feet away at the railing, she looks at me up and down nods and looks back. I wonder if she will stay quiet or make conversation. I stay where I am, I want to talk but now I can't see any eyes that might give away what kind of person I'm dealing with. Jordan comes out and lays her body on my back and I notice my nearby visitor move just enough to look at us.
"Tiff, remind me why I do this every year." She hugs me from behind.
"Because you're a Halloween whore." That gets a laugh from my neighbor and Jordan.
"Hey V, I'm Jordan the lovely hostess of the night, you are?" She extends her hand and the gorgeous woman extends hers, but Jordan stays on me.
"Santa."
"I don't remember you being on the list but I assume that's not your name and you're also not from the North pole. This is Catwoman." I extended my hand and she also shakes it.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Catwoman, may I get you something to drink, while I go back in?"
"Heineken, thank you." Her voice is low and sensual, I'm a sucker for a woman with a low deep voice, but hers is also sexy. She sounds like a night time DJ who makes you want to go through the radio and just let them talk you to sleep. She walks away and I have to turn around and just watch her move. If I had to describe her walk it would be smooth, with a purpose and a body that knows who's boss. She has swag, mad swag, everyone's eyes follow her as she goes by and some smile even though they can't see if she smiles back.
"Damn I think someone's kitty is going to be a lil moist." She had backed away as I turned around.
"Shut up Jordan, who is she?"
"Honestly I have no idea. I don't recognize the voice or the body and I'm sure I know everyone who should be here. You interested?"
"Definitely, here she comes." She's carrying four bottles in her hand. She hands me my Heineken then offers up everything else.
"What would the hostess like?"
"Hmmm, I would like you on my office desk, please, but my friend here did see you first so I am going to leave now before she scratches me." While taking a Corona and quickly walking away, bitch.
"So Catwoman do you have a name?"
"I don't know Santa you tell me yours and I'll tell you mine."
