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Author's note: Edited by Rip_isback, the man, the myth, the legend. Thanks again Rip! Most of my stories have a kernel of truth or basis in reality -- not this one. It's pure bullshit. I hope you enjoy it.
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Endless thumping bass rattled the old house and shook the windows in their panes, what few windows were still closed at least, as the Halloween party spilled out into the cold October night. The heat inside was from the bodies in motion, the sweaty young men and women in wild costumes jumping and grinding and doing what you do at a party.
It was past 11 PM and the party was in the zone; early enough that everyone had plenty of energy and late enough that the general mood was half drunk and fully wild. A quick peek into various nooks and crannies would find anything from minor substance abuse to consensual molestation. But Nikki was just having fun on the main floor where all the bodies were writhing in public.
Nikki, twenty-four years old, five foot five, blonde and blue, was done up in a scandalous Catholic school girl getup. Her plaid skirt barely covered her ass cheeks and the white button-down shirt was tied up under her bouncing braless breasts, exposing her midriff. She wore a tie very loosely in the collar and more than one amorous dancer had suggested she let him tie her up with it. She refused, of course, but the thought had a certain thrill to it. Her long hair was done up in dual braids on the sides of her head, tied with bright cheery red bows.
Not that she wasn't tempted. The tall black man behind her wearing a robot helmet and silver-painted "space suit" was grinding what felt like an exceptionally large cock against her mini-skirted ass. Well, she was doing the grinding, truth be told. She could do worse than that as an after-party treat. But she wouldn't. She had a steady guy, Jason, but he wasn't there. And if he wasn't going to be there to entertain her then she'd just have to entertain herself.
The song ended and Nikki turned to face her robotic dance partner. He hoisted the helmet up, revealing a perfectly handsome face. Again she was temped, but she gave him a quick peck on the cheek as a reward.
"Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto."
He started to speak but his words were lost in the music as she turned away, leaving him high and dry. She only felt a little bit bad for him. With a package like that he would not be going home alone. Nikki headed for the kitchen and the host of the party, Kim.
"Hey girl!" she greeted her friend warmly. Kim was wearing a black bodysuit with black cat ears on a head band and enough black eye shadow to make up for the lack of a mask. Kim was dark haired and big busted and the front zipper of the cat suit had been travelling south as the evening progressed. At that point it was just north of her navel and the cleavage she was showing was just short of epic. Nikki wasn't shy in showing off her healthy tits in that barely-decent blouse, but Kim was in another league. She was the queen bee.
"Kim, if that zipper gets any lower this party is going to turn into an orgy."
"I have been considering it. I saw you dancing with Eric."
"Dancing with his dick, anyway. Have you seen that thing?"
"Up close and personal, sweetie. That man is a god. You should totally fuck him. It would serve Jason right for leaving you alone at one of my parties."
"He has a good reason to be gone. It's an excused absence."
"Honey, there is no such thing for one of my parties! Where else would anybody want to be?"
Kim wasn't far off. She was a social butterfly and knew an awful lot of attractive people. Several of the Halloween costumes were of the barely-there variety and it definitely gave the party an incredibly sexy vibe.
"Kim, who is that guy? The clown?"
Across the long room, near the back door, was a man dressed as a clown, but not the way you'd like. He wore a rainbow-colored skull cap wig that made the front of his head bald while the frizzy hair stuck out wildly in an odd halo. His face was done up in white, blue and red but it couldn't hide the thick stubble on his jaw and chin, and it looked like it had been applied with a garden trowel -- sloppy. He wore a dirty wife-beater shirt and overlarge clown pants held up with suspenders. He looked like a clown who got off work a day ago and hadn't slept since. And maybe gotten into a fight or three.
He was dancing badly, looking more like he was trying not to fall. Then they saw the bottle. He took a long swig from whatever was in the brown paper bag and wiped his mouth on his arm, smearing the makeup further. He was a mess.
"Oh shit, he's coming this way!"
Stinky the Clown had caught sight of them and was weaving through the crowd of writhing bodies, using his bottle as a goad to move people out of his way. By the faces of some of the people he passed, his presence wasn't appreciated. As he reached the two women his eyes were planted squarely between Kim's tits.
"Hot damn, them'r nice. Got any candy hidden down there?" His voice was rough, low snd ugly. He smelled of gin and sweat.
"Who the hell are you? How did you get in here?"
"Issa a party, ain't it?" His eyes broke away from Kim's cleavage and did a slow, disgusting crawl up Nikki's body. "Hey school girl, want me to teach you a lesson?"
"Oh my God!" She shuddered, recoiling from the filthy monster.
"Get out!" demanded Kim, pointing toward the door.
"Fuck you, toots. I just got here. I ain't even danced yet."
"And you won't. This is a private party and you are not invited so get the fuck out!"
"School girl will dance with me, won't cha honey?" He moved quickly to pin Nikki against the kitchen island and before she could react his hand was reaching around to cup her ass under the miniskirt. She shrieked.
"Bobby! Come get this creep out of here!" Kim called out to her unofficial bouncer, a six foot six former college lineman with a mean streak and a weakness for big breasted women. He moved quickly from the dance floor and had Stinky on his toes in an arm lock in seconds.
"Time to go, Bozo."
"Get the fuck off me, asshole! I'll kick yer ass!" Stinky was over six feet, and might have been halfway fit judging by the strong shoulders jutting out of the white undershirt, but Bobby was big and bad and would not be swayed. He held the clown by the wrist in the small of his back and by a hand on his shoulder and turned him toward the door.
"Get out or get hurt." Stinky the Clown struggled but didn't go hog wild as the much larger man carted him to the front door.
"I didn't even get a dance, you bitch!" That was the last they heard of him before Bobby launched the clown out the front door and onto the lawn. He slammed the door and returned, sauntering like a conquering king. The Roman gladiator outfit he wore added to the image, as did the obvious long hours of work at the gym. He returned to Kim and she wrapped her arms around his torso.
"You ladies OK?"
"Just fine, thanks to our hero. You are such a stud, Bobby."
"Yeah, thanks for getting rid of him, Bob. That guy was really creepy."
"My pleasure. I almost thought I recognized him but I can't imagine where I'd have met a fuck-up like that."
"You were magnificent. I feel like I owe you a reward." Kim was already raking her fingers down his bare back, making very clear what kind of reward she offered.
"Meet me in your room?" he asked.
"Be naked and hard in ten minutes and I will blow...your...mind."
"Damn I love your parties, Kim." The big man wandered toward the bedrooms, strutting like a peacock.
"I thought you guys broke up." Nikki said.
"We did, but watching that man flex his muscles makes me wet. I could slide right out of this suit. I almost want him to knock me up tonight."
"Kim! Remember why you broke up with him?"
"Yeah, he is big, dumb and mean, but imagine how incredible our kids would look. Whatever, I just want to rape him, not marry him. Honey, are you OK? That stupid clown..."
