Content Warning: CNC
**This story is purely a fantasy. In reality, the acts demonstrated should only be practiced with informed consent. All characters over 21.**
My lips slightly part as I bring the red lipstick to my mouth. It's matte of course (can't have red smeared down my chin halfway through the night) in the shade aptly named "Starlet Sinner." I finish applying the coat and rub my lips together. Whipping out my phone, I send a selfie to my friends.
I hear the group text going off immediately and I smile. Caroline and Sel are the best hypewoman around. We made it through our college years in our tiny apartment and now we're all adjusting to post-grad life. I know they would totally come see me if they were available but they both have work tonight.
My dressing room door abruptly opens and my supervisor walks in. Luckily, I still have my pink robe on. But something tells me David wouldn't mind getting a peek at me naked. He's five years older than me and technically my boss but the way he looks at me sometimes...
"Lacey's out with the flu. Can you sub for her tonight?"
Immediately, I perk up. Lacey typically plays a nurse in the last room of our haunted house. The scene serves as the finale for the whole event and has the highest production value. I haven't walked through it yet but I know it involves Lacey being attacked by patients in an insane asylum. It's not very original but it's a fan favorite.
I make eye contact with David in the mirror. "Who's gonna do my part?"
I usually play a seductive vampire in one of the beginning rooms. I pretend to suck on the necks of the other actors while jumping out at guests intermittently. It may not be the most coveted role but it's still pretty significant.
"Don't worry about it. Sylvia's covering you." David smirks and reveals a costume from behind his back. "Change into this quick-places in 20!"
I grab the costume from him and with one last lingering look he leaves the room. I remove the plastic and take it off the hanger. Yep. It's the typical "sexy nurse" Halloween costume. A white form fitting dress with a red cross on the apron. There's a zipper on the front but it looks more aesthetic than functional. When I unzip it from the top it stops just below the chest. comes with stockings, heels, and a stethoscope.
I throw my robe on the back of my chair and heck the tag on the dress. I scoff in disbelief. There's no way this is gonna fit. Lacey is shorter and leaner than me. The costume is literally tailored to her. Did they really not have an extra?
I suck in as I shimmy into the too tight costume. It glides over my hips relatively easily but catches on my pink satin bra. I hop a couple times but the zipper part won't pass over my tits. I groan in annoyance and unhook my bra. Flinging it on top of my robe, I look in the mirror.
God, I'm hot. I don't mean to be vain but I do take pride in my appearance. Caroline has teased me for my cockiness but I like to say it's just confidence. I grab my cell phone again and unabashedly take pictures of myself. The zippered section pushes up my D cups-making them perkier than usual.
After admiring myself for several more seconds, I zip myself the rest of the way in with only a bit of resistance. I turn to the side and adjust the garment so it covers all my curves.
There's another slight issue with the costume. On Lacey, the dress hits mid thigh. Sexy, yet appropriate. On me, the dress is like lingerie. It barely covers my ass-maybe going two inches past it. I'm not gonna be able to bend over all night or else I'll be totally exposed. I need to be careful tonight. Hopefully the scene doesn't require too much agility or coordination. If I have to crouch, bend, or sit tonight I'm gonna be screwed.
I hear the five minute warning over the intercom and walk out of the dressing room. The red pumps I chose to pair with the outfit accentuate my legs and I notice some of the other scare actors checking me out. The shoes are honestly pretty comfortable plus it will persuade my scene partners not to chase me.
As I shuffle down the hallway I notice I have to adjust my dress every ten seconds. The material rides up my thighs as I strut and I have to pinch the bottom to keep my panties covered. This is gonna be a lot more annoying then I thought.
Someone taps my shoulder from behind and I jump.
"Sorry didn't mean to scare you?" I turn around and recognize one of my favorite coworkers.
"Leo! What's up?"
Leo is one of the nicest guys I know and we hang out after work regularly. Sometimes I wonder if we have sexual chemistry but I never act on it because he's a year younger than me. I refuse to deal with the maturity disparity.
"Heard you were the nurse tonight. I'm one of the mental patients."
Leo is a swing so his role varies from week to week. I'm glad I will have someone I'm comfortable with in the room. I know he'll go easy on me with the "chasing."
"Yay! I'm so excited."
I feel guilty for being so happy but this situation just keeps getting better. I get to be the star of the finale and I get paid to hang out with my friend all night. Kinda makes me hope that Lacey is out for a few more days.
If I remember the training correctly, the nurse has a pretty simple routine. All I have to do is pretend to check files while actors restrained by straight jackets sneak up on me. In a certain part of the music I turn around and drop my clipboard. There's some structured improv as the psycho patients gang up on me. As soon as they grab me I scream and the whole scene resets.
The sequence lasts two minutes and we get a little break in between. The final room is unique because it is an enclosed room while the rest of the haunted house is a maze of hallways. In groups of ten, guests are ushered inside to watch the finale.
Leo and I walk into the room and I smile in delight. The employee entrance leads to a room that looks exactly like a seclusion room in a psych ward. Every surface is covered with white foam padding. I step onto the cushion floor and wobble in my heels. I'll probably take them off by the end of the night.
The room is bare except for a dark brown chest splattered with fake blood. It looks locked so it might just be for decoration only. There's a wall directly in front of me that is split in half horizontally. The top half is made of plexiglass while the bottom is cushioned like the rest. This ensures that the audience has an unobstructed view of the show.
A red light flashes from the top left corner. That signals that the house has officially opened. Leo excuses himself to change. Typical boy leaving it until the last second.
It will take the first group of guests a couple minutes to reach the back of the house so I take my time getting ready. I find my prop clipboard attached to the back of the door and grab it. Eerie music floats through the space and I know it's time.
I hear the first group of guests enter but I pay them no mind. I mindlessly flip the papers in the clipboard and pace in front of the window. Walking in heels on this padded floor should be considered an Olympic sport.
In my periphery I spot a guest with a black cap point dramatically behind me. Looks like the other actors have entered the room. I pretend not to notice the guests shouting a warning (some of them sarcastic and some of them serious). As the music crescendos, I feel a strand of my hair being pulled slightly. I look behind me and jump in fright.
I don't really have to act too much because the makeup and wardrobe department created some truly sinister looks. There are three men standing in front of me but oddly Leo isn't one of them. Maybe he enters the scene later.
They are all dressed in white straight jackets littered with blood splatters and stains. Loose pants and bare feet complete the outfit. Each man has a different makeup look but the styles complement each other well.
The middle guy's face has been transformed into a skull. The white and black shading make him look more skeletal than human. The man to the left of him has a Joker-esque look. Red paint has been smeared in the corners of his lips and flicked upward to recreate the infamous smile. He has other red and green markings similar to that of a clown but he makes it look intimidating. The third man looks like the main guy from The Crow movie. Precise black lines slashed vertically through his eyebrows and dark circles under his eyes. There's also a black smile line much like the Joker's.
I notice their arms are not restrained by their straight jackets. My eyes catch on the weapon Skeleton Man is currently wielding. His forearms flex as he tightens his grip on the scissors. They must have cut themselves out while my back was turned. I shudder and take a step back. Skeleton Man closes the distance while his friends hang back.
My back hits the wall as the music builds. Skeleton Man raises the scissors above me. Right on cue, I let out a blood curdling scream and the lights cut out as the scissors swing in my direction.
I hear the guests shuffle out. There's a final scare as they exit the room featuring a prop body in my exact costume. I hear muted yelps of fear as the bloodied body swings down in front of the door they entered from. I bite my lip to hold in my giggles as I hear the guests rush out of the house in terror.
It's pitch black on the actor side of the room as the last few stragglers scurry out. The lights flicker on and I only see Skeleton Man standing in front of me. Looks like his buddies went back out the employee entrance to go to their start marks.
"That was so fun! I'm Taylor by the way-apparently Lacey is sick tonight."
I reach out my hand to introduce myself but Skelton Man just stares at me. It's a bit unnerving how still he as he studies me. His silent perusal makes me feel like some sort of lab experiment.
"Okay...I guess you're really into character."
I try to step to the side but I notice my movement is restricted. I look down and spot the scissors buried in the fabric of my dress-effectively pinning me to the wall. He stabbed the very sharp and very REAL scissors to the left of my waist. The dress is so tight I'm surprised he didn't nick me at all.
"What the fuck? Where are the prop scissors?
How do you even have these? And stabbing the costume, really? You're gonna have to explain to Wardrobe why there's a tear in Lacey's outfit."
As I attempt to lecture him, Skeleton Man smirks and grabs the scissors. There's no real weapons in the props department so he must have brought them from home. What a fucking amateur.
