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This one is for the
Halloween Story Contest 2023
. As always, your votes and comments are very much appreciated.
Happy Halloween to All!
I don't know why I let my friends talk me into these things.
"It'll be fun," they promised. "Easy money for a few smiles and a maybe a dance or two," they swore. But of course, that was never how it turned out.
Because with these girls, it always went sideways.
Before we even got there, the way the five of us were packed into Mindy's old rust bucket I could feel myself starting to feel a little panicky, since I'm kind of claustrophobic. Which already had me regretting letting them talk me into going to this Halloween shin dig.
Although, I did feel a little awestruck as we pulled into the circular driveway of the stately old mansion. The house looked like a classic French Chateau all lit up with spot lights, illuminating the beautiful stone façade against the sparkling night sky. Which had me kind of curious to see how the other half lived.
Especially considering my bachelor apartment wasn't much bigger than Mindy's old clunker and just about as glamourous.
When we pulled up out in front, and the car door was suddenly pulled opened by a tuxedo clad valet, everyone gasped when we started tumbling out into a tangle of arms and legs, nearly landing on the pavement. Of course, we laughed when we managed to catch ourselves, with the help of the nibble-footed valet, so no one got hurt.
Though, I'm sure anyone watching would think we looked hilarious. And what a way to start the night, nearly face planting on the pavement before we even got inside.
Scrambling to pull ourselves together with everyone staring at us wide-eyed, we all checked our costumes, to make sure that everything was where it should be and that nothing had popped out.
Especially considering that my girl friends had talked me into being tricked out as some kind of she-devil in a shimmering red one piece bustier that had my girls nearly spilling out over the top, while showing off way too much leg in sexy black fish-net stockings. Of course, with little red horns on my head, just to add to the effect.
Since I'd never worn anything so high cut, I had to make sure that I shaved really close, so that no one could get a peek at anything they shouldn't be peeking at. But the costume was just so over the top sexy, and such a departure from what I normally wore, I was a littler nervous about walking inside and being ogled.
Especially since the master mind of this whole fiasco, my friend Kendra, our receptionist at work, finally fessed up on the drive over and told us that there'd be mostly older men at this little soiree. Who, no surprise, had requested some hot young things to help liven up their evening.
And I'm guessing that meant us, since I noticed that most the other ladies wandering inside, past the fake cobwebs and display of bright orange pumpkins, with their dates on their arms, were mostly older.
Kendra did promise though, that we'd all be getting paid, just for showing up. And I could use a little extra money to help cover my rent, and buy a few luxuries, like groceries, since my fridge was pretty empty. Especially since I'd been out of work for two months, when the last company I worked for went bankrupt. And considering I'd only started at my new marketing job a few weeks ago, some extra money would sure help.
Thankfully, Kendra also swore that no one was expecting us to do anything more than walk around, smile and make a little small talk, and maybe share a dance or two.
I just hoped she was right, because there was no way I was going to do anything else for a room full of strangers. No matter how much they were paying us. Because none of us were that desperate, at least I hoped.
As the five of us made our way inside, it was actually kind of comical, the way our mouths dropped open. And the more I looked around, the more convinced I was that we were walking into an honest to goodness palace.
I'd never seen anything like it: a wide marble staircase, towering twenty-foot ceilings, intricately inlaid marble floors, heavy brocade drapes on the floor to ceiling windows, and just so much beautiful artwork covering every wall.
It looked like somewhere royalty would live, and yet here we were, five nobodies that had been invited to step inside.
Which had me wondering how anyone could ever call such a big, cold place like this home, as right on cue, I felt a shiver run up spine. Just as a smiling tuxedo clad butler came and greeted us in the foyer.
"I'm sure Master Thomas will be delighted to see that you've arrived, ladies. And I must say, your costumes are all very fetching," he said, letting his eyes roam over us while flashing an appreciative smile.
Though
fetching
was a lot nicer word than I would have used to describe us in our sexed-up costumes. With tall, brunette Kendra masquerading as a naughty witch, curvy raven-haired Mindy nearly overflowing the cups of her playboy bunny costume, pretty blonde Lissa decked out as a sexy pirate, and red-haired Kristy looking like a very racy Santa's elf.
Extending his arm, the butler let us lead the way, with him following close behind us into a gorgeous ballroom, that I quickly realized was almost big enough to play football.
Gosh, what a feast for the eyes; glittering chandeliers lined the intricately painted ceiling, lights glimmering off the floor to ceiling windows that looked out onto what had to be the most beautiful gardens I'd ever seen. It reminded me of pictures I'd seen of the Palace of Versailles, only we were lucky enough to be here in person.
It was like walking into a fairy tale, it all looked so enchanting.
Even the Halloween decorations were impressive. I imagined just for the party, the walls were adorned with actual framed paintings of witches, scary looking ghosts, with gleaming red eyes, and whimsical electronic bats, placed along the walls with their wings slightly fluttering. Along with a few glowing pumpkins scattered around the room, of course all beautifully carved, with cats, and scary looking monsters and witches on brooms.
The other guests, all in elaborate costumes, were already laughing and dancing. Which kind of put me at ease, since it was obviously just a Halloween party, even if it was being held in a palace.
Then I glanced across the room and my heart skipped a beat when I found myself staring into the sexiest blue eyes I'd ever seen.
Tall and leanly muscled, standing off on his own, his jet-black hair neatly slicked back, like a vampire with a widow's peak. He just looked so hot, if slightly scary, dressed as a very classy looking Count Dracula in a long, high-collared blood red velvet coat, crisp white shirt, black silver buttoned vest and burgundy cravat. I thought he was absolutely gorgeous.
Inexplicably drawn to him, his eyes never left me, as I dared to wander closer, while taking a moment to glance out at the gardens, so I wouldn't look too eager.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as his beautifully shaped lips curled up in a slow seductive smile as his gaze slid over me, like a physical caress. I couldn't believe the shiver that went through me, just from the heat in his eyes, when I finally dared to meet his gaze. Though somewhere in the back of my mind I sensed that as handsome as he was, he might also be a little dangerous.
And not just because of the way he was dressed, but more from the determined look in his eyes, like he was telling me that he was going to have me, and there would be no denying him.
We were almost toe to toe when he raised his hand and signaled for a waiter, who quickly offered me a glass of champagne. Once we were alone again, he leaned in and murmured, "I was hoping you'd come."
