Connie and I have decorated our house on Tate Street for the last seven Halloweens. However, this year we had been very busy and it was already October 28 and we had done nothing.
"Connie, let's just forget doing anything special for Halloween this year."
"Can't we do something small? The kids in the neighborhood have been asking what we are going to do this year. Even some of the moms have stopped me."
"Let's think about it tonight. If we do something, it won't be decorating the entire house, like last year. That took days to put up and two days to take down. We just don't have that kind of time."
The plan was not too elaborate. We would decorate just the area in the yard where we would pass out candy to the Trick or Treaters. All I needed was a large box, two mannequins from last year, make-up and some other items we already had. The scene was a man cut in half by the Angel of Death. The angel was a fully caped and hooded mannequin holding a massive, bloody scythe. I stood in a hole cut in the back of the waist-high box. The top half of me was dressed in black. I was made up bloody, cut in half with blood running down over the black sheet covered box. The kids would have to step around my severed mechanically twitching legs and reach across streams of blood coming from my divided torso to take their treats from my bloody hands as they quiveried over the flat surface of the box in front of me. With moaning, lighting and the dark night, the affect was quite good. Since only the top half of me showed, I just wore sweat pants on the bottom. Connie did all the work to imprison me in the confining set.
Everything was perfect until right before the first kids arrived. The mechanical linkage to my severed legs broke.
"Damn, that was a good part of our display. It won't be nearly as scary to the kids now."
Connie immediately offered, "I'm small enough. I can sit in the box in front of you and work the legs by hand. We'll just stack the candy where you can reach it for refills."
"Great idea. I think that will work."
She wiggled her tiny spinner body past my legs and settled into the front of the box. Our make-shift, teamwork dependent, bloody, candy dispenser worked beautifully. We had little kids too afraid to reach across for their treats, children screaming and running away and macho little boys with trembling hands. I had to resort to throwing candy bars a few times when none of a group would step across the spastic legs or put a hand across the blood toward the hideous moaning half body.
We were having great fun torturing the youngsters when our neighbor, Ann, arrived with her five year old girl and six year old boy. They were all dressed as vampires. Ann is our neighborhood's resident exhibitionist and she has the body to be a welcomed one. In the summer, she often wears the tiniest bikinis and finds reasons to traipse her tall frame and long, long beautiful legs from house to house seeking help or borrowing things. Many times,I have drooled over her large breasts and thin waist. Usually, she would have a nipple or areola partially exposed. Sometimes she would pull at her bikini bottoms to show a new Brazilian wax job and anything that the thong backed suit accidently hid. Connie had a knack for catching me ogling Ann. Usually, she was good natured about it but there was always a hard envious edge in her humor. Connie was beautiful but she was five foot tall, one-hundred pounds and had small breasts. She was sensitive about that.
Tonight, Ann's white top was nearly see-through. When the light hit it just right, I could see the dark circles underneath. Her long blonde hair was tipped in stage blood and drops were on her blouse. She had fangs. She knew she was hot and desirable so her eyes twinkled and danced naughtily.
"Dave, what happened to the good half of you?"
"Ann you make a gorgeous vampire. And you are with two beautiful little vampires."
"You are out here all alone and helpless."
I reached out a hand offering her a candy bar, "Do sexy vampires eat candy?"
"No, we only bite and suck."
I groaned; my cock twitched. I felt Connie move around to get a peephole to look out at Ann.
