She Likes Being Scared On Halloween
A woman dressed a nurse said, "I don't know why the new boss would want to move into this creepy old house."
The one dressed as Scully from the X-Files replied, "This house is perfect. The gothic architecture is breathtaking. I used to sneak in here as a child because everyone said it was haunted just to see how scared I could make myself. Fear is intoxicating. Everyone gets off on fear. Why do you think it is that the lines for roller coasters are so long? Being scared is fun. That's why Halloween is my favorite holiday."
I couldn't help slipping into the shadows when I heard their conversation. I had been watching the sexy redhead since she came in the door. There was something about the dark suited FBI agent costume that excited me. Maybe it was the way the suit formed around her ample breasts or the black "fuck me" heels she wore. Even the ID badge hanging over one breast was exciting.
I had come up with the idea for this party as a "get to know you" occasion for the employees of my new company. Since few of them had met me, I figured it would be a less intimidating then the normal meetings at the office. Besides, I loved playing the part of the crooked pirate. It had been the only costume available on such short notice but I loved the feeling of power it gave me. The costume came complete with a plumed had and a nasty looking cutlass. The lone ranger style mask kept me anonymous from even the people I had met.
I'd been wandering around the room, absorbing the personalities that I was going to be working closely with over the next months. Then I saw her as she came in the door...Five foot seven inches of pure woman. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Luckily she had been too busy with her friend to see me following her around. That's all I need...accusations of stalking...then when I heard her comments about fear and a plan started forming.
The woman answered, "After seeing this dark side of you, I know why you picked a character from The X-Files as your costume. I thought it was just the physical resemblance. You do look just like Gillian Anderson"
The doorbell rang and Katherine aka Scully opened it. A group of children in costumes stood waiting. Scully yelled, "Boo!" so loudly that the three foot tall Hulk screamed and jumped. All of the little monsters giggled as she took a handful of candy from a bowl I left by the door and dropped some in each bag. She turned around and said, "That proves my point about fear being exhilarating"
Unlike the character she was dressed as, "Scully" started to wonder if the house was really haunted and excused herself on the pretense of looking for a powder room upstairs. She climbed the stairs and walked down a corridor exploring.
Outside an electrical storm is starting. As the lightening flashed through the window, it cast strange shadows on the wall behind her. The loud clap of thunder that immediately followed the lightening made her jump. She looked around subconsciously to see if anyone had noticed. A smile showed on her face when she realized that nobody noticed.
I quickly moved through the crowd and through the kitchen to the back stairs. I kept thinking that her interest in fear could play very well into my newly formed plan this Halloween. As I peeked over the top of the stairs, I could see her opening doors and checking the insides of the rooms on the way down the hall. The master suite held her attention and I was able to slip up behind her.
"Can I help you find something?" I asked in my scariest swash buckling pirate voice.
I was so close that she ran right into me as she turned, startled. "I...I...I was looking for the little girls room." She stammered, trying to get some composure as she pulled the door shut behind her.
"You were close. Let me show you." I said, smiling as I pushed open the door into the master bedroom. "I'm William, holding my hand out to her."
"Kate...er...Scully." She managed to get out as she looked wide eyed around the room. The combination of the candles I had lit and the lightening from outside, cast an eerie glow. The huge 4-poster bed stood prominently in the center of the room. The wall opposite was totally covered by a mirror. I noticed a smile as she realized the significance.
"I couldn't help overhearing your conversation about fear. Did you mean what you said about loving it?...about it being exhilarating?"
Even in the dim light, I see a slight blush come to her cheeks as she nods timidly.
"The bathroom is over there." I comment, pointing to a door on the opposite wall.
Quickly she moves through the door, closing it behind her.
As soon as the door closed, I move into the deep shadow near the door. I purposely blow out a couple candles so I'm not so noticeable. I think through my plan as I wait for her to come back out.
I'm directly behind her when she comes out of the bathroom. Quickly I swing my cutlass around so that it's against her white creamy throat. "I think its time you were taught what fear REALLY is." I snarled.
She tried to turn to look at me but I grabbed a handful of hair and straightened her head back. Pushing her ahead of me, I walked to the door that exited into the hall. There were 3 deadbolt locks on the door. "Lock the door." I commanded.
She shook her head so I applied more pressure. "NOW BITCH." Slowly she reached up and twisted one of the deadbolts.
"Now the other two." I said in as forceful a voice as I could manage.
She started to balk but the pressure of the cutlass and the pull of the hold I still had on her hair convinced her that now was not the time to fight.
"OK...good girl. Now turn around." I told her as I let go of her hair and dropped the cutlass. She backed away from me against the door. Slowly I walk to her, balancing the cutlass in front of me. I touch the tip of the cutlass on her throat and slowly draw a line with it down between her breasts and to her belly. Bring the cutlass back up, I flick it and cut off the button of her jacket. It opens leaving her white shirt exposed. I start on those buttons...first the top...then the second...then the third. Her shirt is open almost to the waist and her breasts push open the shirt, trying to pop out. They're barely held by her bra. She doesn't try to cover up. There is fear in her eyes...and something else...maybe excitement.
I start to think that this may be more fun then I dreamed. I was just going to throw a little scare into her but now I want to see how far it will go. Thinking about it, I can feel the cloth on the front of my pants get tight.
"Turn around and face the door." I order.
As soon as she is turned, I run the cutlass up the inside of her leg, starting at her ankle. "Take off that jacket and shirt." I tell her sternly. She hesitates so I grab a handful of red hair. "NOW."
Slowly she lets her hands drop and the jacket slides off her shoulders to the floor. She then unbuttons the last button on her shirt and slowly lets it join the jacket. By this time I've run the cutlass up the inside of both legs.
"Turn around and face me, slut."
I run the cutlass up and down the front of her torso...between her breasts up to her throat...then back down to her belly. "Kick off your shoes and drop your slacks." I command. This time she looks at me hard but does what I tell her. Her eyes still have that look as she stands in front of me in just a bra and panties.
Thoughtfully, I pick up a pair of handcuffs that were part of her costume. "Where is the key?"
She shakes her head.
Grabbing a handful of hair I ask again. "I'm only going to ask once more...where is it?"
She nods to her pants. Letting go of her hair, I say "Get it!" She bends down and digs in her pockets. After a moment she stands back up...holding the key in her hand.
Handing the cuffs to her, I order "Open them and put one end on your right wrist." She looks at me questioningly...the fear showing again. "NOW...I'm NOT going to tell you again." Slowly she opens the cuffs and clicks one end on her right wrist.
