Life Of The Party 7

Author's Note: Let's all pretend this came out in time for Halloween, shall we?

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"You look like you need a drink," Hailey said, offering the girl a glass of fruit punch.

The girl was leaning against the wall at the very corner of the porch, as if she was trying to stay as far away from the party as possible; she looked way too serious for someone at a Halloween party, and that wasn't just because she was dressed in all black.

She slowly looked away from the crowd in the front yard. "I'm fine," she said.

Hailey smiled; the girl wasn't a very good liar. "Come on," she urged, extending her arm a little further.

The girl reluctantly took the glass, and turned her gaze back to the party.

Hailey leaned against the deck railing. "What's your name?" she asked. "I'm Hailey."

"I'm Mihaela," the girl said, still focused on the party. "Not to be rude, but why are you talking to me?"

It wasn't at all an aggressive question, weirdly - Mihaela sounded genuinely curious. "You look lonely here," Hailey replied.

Mihaela smiled faintly. "I suppose I do."

"So, are you?" Hailey asked.

"Lonely? No."

They both fell silent for a minute or so; Mihaela's reply had stopped the conversation dead in its tracks. The other girl didn't seem to mind Hailey's presence though, so Hailey figured she'd make one more attempt to break the ice.

"I really like your costume," she said.

Mihaela looked her dead in the eye. "I'm not wearing a costume."

Hailey's first thought was that that was a really weird thing to lie about, especially at a Halloween party. Mihaela was clearly dressed as

something

- her skin was painted deathly pale, and she was wearing blood-red contacts. Everything else about her - nails, hair, shoes, stockings, skirt, shirt - was black. There was no way that

wasn't

a costume.

"Are you," Hailey guessed, "dressed as a character?"

Mihaela gave her an amused look. "No."

"Right. As a real person?"

"No."

"No?" Hailey said, stumped. "Then..." She paused to think, and after a moment, it hit her. "Oh, I get it! It's a vampire costume!"

Before Hailey could react, Mihaela had grabbed her by the shoulders, pulled her off the railing, and pinned her to the wall. She smiled, revealing two long, sharp teeth. "It's not a costume, babe."

"W-wow," Hailey said, and chuckled uneasily; Mihaela was a little

too

into it. She tried to push the other girl away, but Mihaela was surprisingly strong for someone so thin. "Can you let go now, please?"

Mihaela didn't let go. "You know," she said, "I didn't come here to party - I came here to

feed

. And

you

," she looked straight down Hailey's cleavage, "look

delicious

."

"Please let go," Hailey said. "I'm not into girls."

"That's quite alright, babe," Mihaela said, fixing her gaze on Hailey's eyes. "Just look

right

here."

Just as Hailey was about to call for help, Mihaela's eyes pulsed

red

.

Hailey hadn't been looking at Mihaela's eyes, but the red pulled her gaze towards them like a magnet, and she suddenly found herself staring into two bottomless red pools. Her train of thought drowned in them, and her call for help died on her tongue.

"Just like that, babe," Mihaela purred. "Just look into my eyes and

drop

." Her eyes pulsed again, and Hailey's thoughts were once again scattered to the winds.

"Whass..." she managed, "whasss happennin..."

There was another pulse of red. "Don't worry about it, babe," Mihaela said. "Just keep staring. Yes, just like that."

Mihaela's eyes pulsed again, and Hailey forgot that she'd forgotten what she was supposed to be worried about. Her body relaxed in Mihaela's grasp, and her mind descended into half-consciousness, pulled by Mihaela's beautiful red eyes.

At some point the eyes stopped pulsing, and Mihaela let go of Hailey's shoulders. She started leading Hailey by the hand, and Hailey followed, in a daze. She was vaguely aware of the two of them leaving the party and crossing the road, though everything after that was a blur. Mihaela led her

somewhere

, through streets that blended together and crowds that existed only in the edge of Hailey's awareness, through a door, up some stairs, through another door...

"Wake up, babe," Mihaela said.

Hailey blinked. She was standing in a dark bedroom that she didn't recognise; red fog still lingered in her mind. Somewhere deep inside her burned a little coal of worry, though Hailey couldn't say why that was there.

Mihaela was standing in front of her, eyes fixed on Hailey's chest. "That maid dress really suits you," she said.

Hailey felt herself blush - she knew exactly what Mihaela liked about her costume. The way it highlighted her cleavage was precisely why she'd chosen it. Admittedly, it was boys' attention that she'd been hoping to attract, but her dazed mind couldn't figure out why she should dislike being stared at by a girl.

Mihaela approached her and began undressing her, and before long, her dress was nothing but a pile of frills and furls on the floor. Her bra and panties joined it soon after, and she was left with nothing to shield her from Mihaela's gaze.

"Oh my," Mihaela said, "you are a

snack

." She circled around Hailey, and wrapped her arms around her torso. She cupped Hailey's breasts with her hands and

squeezed

.

That little coal of worry in the depths of Hailey's mind burned just a little brighter. That was-- She wasn't-- Girls weren't supposed to be touching her chest. Were they?

Hailey was sure that was the case, but her body seemed to disagree, because rising through the red daze was a hint of arousal.

Hailey's thoughts ran in circles for a while, trying to reconcile those two facts. Hailey never got to see where that train of thought led, though - Mihaela pinched her nipples, and thoroughly derailed it.

Mihaela softly kissed Hailey's neck, and it was suddenly very difficult for Hailey to convince herself that she was supposed to dislike this. She was too dizzy, and Mihaela's touches felt too

nice

... Why did it even matter that Mihaela was a girl?

While Hailey's brain was busy with all that, Mihaela had circled back around. She placed her hand on Hailey's head and pushed down, and Hailey fell to her knees with barely any resistance. Mihaela lifted her skirt and tugged her panties to the side. "Go on," she commanded.

Hailey buried her face in Mihaela's folds, pushing her tongue as deep as it would go. Following instructions that she was too dizzy to consciously parse, she found the other girl's clit and began eagerly slurping at it; her hand found its way to her own pussy and she started mindlessly rubbing herself. Mihaela might have instructed her to, but Hailey wasn't sure.

Eventually, Mihaela's grasp on her hair tightened, and her breathing quickened. Hailey continued licking, until Mihaela pulled her away. "Good girl," Mihaela panted, "g-good girl."

Mihaela left for a bit, leaving Hailey waiting on her knees, half-conscious. She felt... She wasn't sure how she felt. Her head was swimming, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she'd done something she shouldn't. Her fingers were still idly teasing her pussy though, and the tiny jolts of arousal made it difficult to think, despite the red fog in her head slowly thinning.

Mihaela returned, wearing a massive, black strap-on. Hailey's eyes instinctively focused on it; seeing a phallic object was strangely soothing. Hailey had experience with those.

Mihaela helped her to her feet, and pushed her onto the bed. She climbed on top of her, and fixed her gaze on Hailey's eyes. Leaning forward, she grabbed the other girl's tits, and in one smooth motion, pushed the strap-on as far up Hailey's cunt as it would go.

The only thing that prevented Hailey's eyes from clamping shut in bliss, was the pulsing red in Mihaela's eyes. The pulses came one after the other, slamming into Hailey's mind just like Mihaela's silicon cock was slamming into her cunt; both sent wave after wave of thought-stopping, mind-melting pleasure crashing into Hailey, reducing her to nothing more than a blob of pure

need

. Hailey was somewhat aware of Mihaela speaking, but every time she tried to focus on the words, the eyes would pulse and Mihaela's hips would deliver another driving stroke and her attempts at forming thoughts shattered like glass.

Mihaela's words etched themselves onto Hailey's mind, even though Hailey was too pleasure-drunk to understand them; they were her new truths, because the part of her that could reject them was currently being fucked into oblivion. Hailey wouldn't have it any other way, because Mihaela wouldn't have it any other way, and anything Mihaela wanted, Hailey wanted too.

Hailey flew over the edge at supersonic speeds; and as she crashed into the most powerful orgasm of her life, she found herself screaming, "Forever, Mistress!"

Everything after that was a blur. Hailey remembered lying face-down on the carpet, sticking her ass up so that Mistress could fuck her with her strap-on. She remembered cleaning that same strap-on with her mouth. She remembered Mistress kissing her, fingering her, playing with her big tits that she liked so very much. She remembered the world dissolving into a cloud of pleasure, all tinted red by Mihaela's all-consuming gaze.

Mistress didn't tire, but Hailey did. So, after hours and hours of fucking, Mistress carried her to the bed. She gently set her down, and climbed on top of her; then she leaned forward, and drove her long, sharp teeth into Hailey's neck. Hailey gasped in pain.

Hailey's last thought before sleep fully took her was that this pain was the most exquisite thing she'd ever felt.