Laura was looking forwards to tonight, it had been weeks since she last went out and Halloween was always one of her favourite parties. She had been planning on hosting a party this year but when she got the peculiar red invite to the party at the nearby run down church she couldn't resist. Always one to make a scene she shopped for days looking for an outfit that would show off her legs. She was tall. When she was younger it had made her self-conscious but now she had learned to work it to her advantage. Her curves and long legs made her stand out in any crowd.
The shop she was looking in had a massive variety of costumes but she wanted something wicked this year. She tried on quite a few before deciding on the nun costume. It was a size too small for her and had already been rather short. Now it barely covered the globes of her ass. With the black stockings and heels she looked very naughty and very slutty. Something her ex had both loved and accused her of. Tonight she planned to find the hottest guy at the party and do something impulsive.
She had shaved, done her red hair, pulled the outfit on - even though it already threatened to rip around her gorgeous tits - and hopped in a taxi. She was sure that some of her friends would be there as well and as she pulled up she realised she was right as she saw Rachel get out of the car in front, wearing the same costume - the fucking slut... Laura slid out of the car, giving the driver an eyeful of her thong as the dress rode up flashing him. She intended to follow Rachel but lost her in the crowd almost instantly.
Slowly looking round she took in the scene, the bar in the archways, the DJ near the old stone altar. The crowds already swaying and moving to the pumping beat. Laura moved into the crowd and felt someone's eyes on her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she looked around - meeting the eyes of a gorgeous stranger. Taller than her by a good few inches with short brown hair and mesmerising green eyes that followed her around the ruins. He wore what looked like a tailored blood red suit and had small red horns poking out from amongst his short, styled hair.
She flicked her hair at him and turned her back to him, oblivious to the predatory smile that spread across his face. She got a drink and practically downing it, began dancing in the middle of the throng. Her curves and outfit soon attracted attention and within minutes there was a group of guys surrounding her, dancing, trying to get her attention like bizarrely dressed peacocks. One was a werewolf, one was a vampire, one a zombie and as she span round she saw the figure in red stood behind her. He wasn't dancing; he was stood staring at her... Just a few feet away...
Unnerved she stopped dancing, staggering a little and smiled at him confused, her thoughts seemed clouded as she felt nervous and under threat but the ideas wouldn't link. As she watched him, caught in his gaze, she saw him smile and began dancing again. Only this dance wasn't like before. Her hips slid sinuously from side to side, her hands roamed her body, sliding over the tight material of the costume as his gaze drank her in. She moved like the most seductive dancer anyone had ever seen and couldn't stop.
Becoming a little more aware of her surroundings she realised that the other men had closed in. In front of her was the man in red with the three others boxing her in. A flutter of panic started in her belly as she realised she was trapped. Later when trying to remember she wondered at what she did next but at the time it felt natural and normal. Bending at the waist so her ass pushed back against the wolf man she hooked her fingers into her thong and slid it down, dropping it to the floor where it was lost in the darkness of ancient stone and shivering grass.
She looked up to the man in red, the being whose attention she now craved and saw his smile, the spell seemed to strengthen. She wanted more... Her mind screamed to run but her body continued its dance. She felt the hands of the three men pawing at her and felt the already stretched material of her dress give way. Shredded and torn it fell to the ground as still she danced in just stockings and heels.