The following story has themes of non-consent, abuse and other such kinks. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story and is not meant as any social, racial or gender commentary.
"You can do this Jessica," I say out loud as I exit my car. The bar's parking lot is very full with tons more cars than normal. But what do you expect? It's Halloween. People come out of the woodwork for Halloween.
I look at the front of the bar and try to amp myself up. It's the same bar I go to every week, so why am I so nervous? Because it's Halloween, that's why. It's Halloween and you promised you would attend.
You see as a 30-year-old single career woman, I attend this bar at least once a week after work. It's just to have a drink or two, talk to friends and then head home. Nothing more than that. Not to pick up a date, not to drink my troubles away, nothing more than that.
But as it tends to happen, I make friends with people, including the owner. And last week he begged me to attend tonight as they are having a costume contest, and he wants me to see just how crazy some people's are.
I told him how I don't like to go out on Halloween. For one, bars are always so freaking crowded. But also, well, you see, I'm Mexican and was brought up old school in many ways. One of those ways is that you respect the dead on Halloween. Or as it's better known to some; Dia de los Muertos. Dia de los Muertos should be celebrated to keep the dead happy, so nothing bad happens should they get upset.
"I should be home," I say out loud, looking down at my schoolgirl outfit. I was told I had to come in costume, but I wasn't going to put money or time into it. I don't dress up on Halloween. I have nothing against it at all, but I normally spend Halloween at home, alone, performing the old ways for Dia de los Muertos.
My "costume" is that I put on a shorter skirt than normal which happens to be plaid. Then I put on a white button-down shirt along with a tie to make myself look like the stereotypical schoolgirl. I hate to admit it, but it does make me look good. I'm not one to flaunt anything, but I hadn't notice how good my ass or boobs look in this. Not many things make both look good.
I tell myself I'll stay just for 15 minutes, maybe 30 at most. Then I'll go home, light the candles, do the prayers, and keep to the old ways. Surely the spirits won't get upset with that. They will still be honored. Sure, my Mami would say otherwise, as you are to start at sundown and stay home, but things change right? Afterall, unlike many, I actually believe in spirits and that they can visit tonight.
I finally start walking towards the bar. Already I can hear music playing inside, only it's the typical Halloween music. Smiling a bit at this, I walk to the door, noticing how there are a lot of people outside. Most are couples sitting and talking, others are in a few groups. One group looks as if they are sharing a bottle of something that they keep in the car, most likely trying to save money by drinking out here then going in.
Opening the door I go inside, and when I do, I see how packed it is. Almost instantly I hear my name being called as many other regulars see me and call for me. I smile and wave back, heading right for a table with friends. Only I have to bob and weave around tons of people.
"Look at the little schoolgirl," Joanie says, who is nearly twice my age but extremely fun to be with, not to mention incredibly sweet. It's hard to have a bad day when she's around.
"Nice, sexy," Paul who is gay says, so I know he's not meaning it in a "let's fuck" sort of way. He even does his typical look me up and down, as if wanting to comment I should have worn other shoes that I owned. This inflates my ego just a bit more, making me smile wider.
"That's how you passed school, isn't it?" Another friend named Rita says with a laugh. At this I jokingly call her a bitch and we hug.
"You look like a nerd," John says bluntly. At once everyone at the table says his name in an annoyed manner. John happens to be a regular too, only he can be very annoying at times. He doesn't have a normal filter like most people have. Instead he'll speak his mind or ask a question that most know not to ask. Such as "Why are you so ugly?" to a woman that a scar on her face.
"She's a schoolgirl John," Joanie says in a manner that suggests for him to drop it and leave it be. She knows as they all do, that I am Latina after all. I have no issue getting in a fight if needs be. And it wouldn't be the first I've had to tell off John.
"Well, she looks like a nerd," he repeats in his blunt manner. Not wanting to give him any more time, I turn and ask what everyone is supposed to be, as I honestly can't tell. Out of all of them, Paul's is the best as he's dressed as Doug, the character from a kid's show a long time ago. This makes him go off on a bit of a mini rant as he tells me how he knows Doug was really gay and that he would have come out sooner or later.
From the look of it, they've been here a while and look a bit tipsy, not that I blame them. I've never seen the bar so full of energy before. It's a real party atmosphere in here. They really went all out with the decorations and the lighting. It's really amazing.
"Sadly, I can't stay long. Only about 10 minutes," I tell them, in which many disappointed faces look back at me. Joanie's response to this was to order the table shots. Only when they came, there was an extra one for me. Tim the bartender gave me a shot called the "Devil's Nipple" on the house. So I take the shot with the table, then after take the very hot shot given by Tim.
Almost at once, Joanie grabs my hand and leads me to the dancefloor. The bar has a small make-shift dancefloor that gets used once in a blue moon, but tonight it appears that half the bar is a dancefloor. You might even think the small place was a hidden club or something.
Everywhere I look people in costume are dancing like crazy. You can tell some of them put a lot of time and effort into their costumes. Like dozen of hours type effort. One guy really looks like a zombie, complete with an eyeball hanging out. It's so convincing that I actually gasped when I saw him.
After dancing, we go back to the table and order more drinks. My idea of just staying 15 minutes then turns into 30 minutes. After 30 minutes I tell myself that I can stay just a bit longer, as I'll go home and still be able to honor the dead. That there's so much night left that it's no big deal.
Nearly 2 hours later, I have a very healthy buzz on from dancing, drinking and being with friends. And my stomach gets sore quickly from all the laughing. Many of the people here came in hilarious costumes showing they have so much creativity.
