Ted was in a rush to get back to the apartment and get out of there before Greg got home. He should have taken his time. Greg was there waiting for him.
"Trying to get out of the bet, Ted?" Greg taunted.
"Of course not," Ted lied.
The bet was one of those stupid things the two of them (along with several of their friends) were always setting up. Although the bets were for the most part somewhat stupid, the pay-offs were always seriously moronic. The pay-off for this bet was to wear the famous "Molester" costume to Tracie's Halloween Costume Party tonight.
The problem with this particular costume is that it consists of only a worn-out trench coat and a beat-up fedora. That's all. Nothing else.
In its first incarnation, the coat was worn over one's regular clothes with a sign that said "naked" around the neck. The following year the costume was worn with underwear and the sign. After that it was worn with just the sign (the string around the neck having been strategically lengthened). Since getting back to town after his five years in college and one year in Europe, Ted had discovered that the costume was now being worn with nothing on underneath, although socks and shoes were permitted.
Greg handed him the costume.
"Oh, and Ted," Greg teased, "don't forget, you have to flash at least three women at the party before you can go home and change."
"Don't worry I'll do it," Ted replied, going into his bedroom to undress.
He took off his clothes and pulled on the ridiculously large trench coat, wrapped it around himself and tied the belt. He jammed the hat down on his head and made sure he had his wallet and car keys in the trench coat pocket.
He was not looking forward to this night.
Back in the living room Greg was dressed up all in black and had a prop Katanna in his belt. A skin-tight black cap and a black scarf around his mouth and nose masking his face, completed the ensemble.
The party was at a mutual friend's place, a large house out in the suburbs and as Greg and Ted circled the block looking for a parking spot it was obvious that the party was well attended. They finally found a spot, left the car and walked back to the house.
There was a bit of a breeze in the air and as Ted walked, the air circulated up under the coat and around his bare cock and balls. He was loath to admit it, but the freedom from pants and even underwear was quite invigorating.
They knocked on the front door and were let in by a young woman dressed like a pirate.
"You guys must be Bruce Lee and Columbo," she declared and then wandered off.
"Actually a Ninja and a Pervert," Greg corrected to the empty vestibule.
Greg gave Ted a 'thumbs-up' sign and took off to find the bar. Ted decided to scope out the party and try to determine which women would be most receptive to being flashed.
Best to get this over with and get out of here.
While he was doing so, Greg slipped by and handed him a rum and coke.
"Courage, my dear boy," Greg whispered with a fake British accent, "Liquid courage." And in a second he had disappeared just like a Ninja. Vanished before Ted could strike back either verbally or physically. Ted took one sip of the drink and set it down on a nearby table. As he was going to be driving,
soon hopefully,
he thought it best that he stick to non-alcoholic drinks.
Ted spotted a group of three young women over on a couch in the den and figured that if he flashed them all at once it would satisfy the needs of the bet and he could get out of here. He made his way out of the living room and down the hall into the den. In the time it took to cross that small distance, two of the women had taken off to parts unknown and the one remaining girl was deep in conversation with someone in a Godzilla costume. Not wanting to flash Godzilla, Ted cast his eyes about the den looking for other prey.
At the far end of the room was a bar with a gorilla behind it and sitting on a stool at the bar was a hooker, at least the woman sitting there was dressed like one. She caught Ted's eye and smiled. There was something about her that Ted found attractive in spite of the garish costume. She was a slim, well-built black woman and was dressed like a cliché prostitute, wearing red stiletto shoes and a matching red mini-skirt with a tight orange tube top barely covering her large tits. Her make-up was overdone and she sported a bright red wig that matched her skirt.
Ted caught her eye and was immediately transfixed. She seemed familiar somehow. As he walked over to her, his eyes took in even more of her. She had slight crows feet in the corners of her eyes and as she smiled you could see the laugh-lines form. She was older than she first appeared at a distance and in spite of the slutty costume, she looked very sexy and distinguished. She appeared to be about thirty-eight to forty, which made her quite a bit older than Ted's twenty-six years. The difference in their ages didn't mean much to Ted... there was still something familiar about her.
"Who are you supposed to be?" she asked and she smiled.
"Want some candy little girl?" Ted asked as he whipped open the trench coat and flashed her.
As the familiarity of her voice jogged his memory, Ted quickly covered himself back up.
It was Mrs. Walker... his grade ten English teacher! He had just flashed his cock at Mrs. Walker!
He felt his face burning red.
She acted as if nothing untoward had happened. "That's quite a piece you've got there," she responded, "of candy I mean." And again Ted was hit by her marvelous smile.
Back in tenth grade Ted had had an enormous crush on Mrs. Walker and had even gone so far as writing a short story for an assignment that had featured a student and a teacher falling in love and getting married. For most of that year he had attended class with a hard-on. It seemed to him that Mrs. Walker went out of her way to tease him, wearing provocative clothing and bending over and everything. He had barely made it through that year and now here she was.
There had been a twenty-year gulf between them back then, but now ten years later he had changed quite a bit and she hadn't changed at all. He was taller by at least eight inches and had filled out quite a bit due to his more athletic lifestyle in college, but she hadn't changed at all. She didn't look any older and she was still as sexy as all get out. Ted was pretty sure that she hadn't recognized him. After all, his best friend had barely recognized him when he had first got back to town.
Ted was astounded that she was still so beautiful. When you put aside all the crappy make-up and the too-small-for-her hooker clothes, Ted could tell that she was just as breathtakingly gorgeous as she was back when he was in high school.
I didn't have a shot with her back then but maybe I do now,
Ted thought,
As long as she doesn't find out who I am.
"So what are you doing here?" he asked.
"Just lookin' for tricks." She replied with a slangy hooker type voice.
"So what do ya charge?" Ted asked, getting into the performance.
"As much as I can get."
"I'm sure I can come up with something," he said.
"Maybe some of that candy of yours?" she asked with a smile.
Ted couldn't believe his ears.
Mrs. Walker was flirting with him! This could be his lucky day.
He glanced at her hands and was pleased to see that she wasn't sporting any rings on her left ring finger.
Perhaps Mr. Walker wasn't in the picture anymore,
he thought to himself.
"I'm sure we could work something out," he replied.
"I'm Rita," she said holding out her hand.
"I'm Ted," he took her hand and raised it to his lips. "Enchanted."
That brought about another smile.
God, she is so beautiful!
Ted's eyes glided up and down her figure. Up close he could see that she wasn't wearing a bra and that her nipples appeared to be hard. He was all set to ask if she wanted to go somewhere with him when she got up off the stool and stood close to him.
"I have to let someone know I'm leaving and then maybe we can go somewhere more private." She quickly left him standing there.
Hot damn!
Ted looked around and spotted Greg off to the side by the patio doors. He walked over.
"Greg, I'm gonna take off... I've got a bit of a date."
