Kevin pulled up to his late uncle's mansion after driving most of the night. He got out of his sleek, black, expensive car and took in the sight of the old, somewhat dilapidated house with more rooms than he could count and its massive pillars. He looked past a seemingly wild pumpkin patch at the now open iron gates that led to the long stretch of deserted dirt road that led to the old Kellingpoint Mansion. It was going to be a great place for his annual Halloween party.
Kevin grabbed the sealed bottle of vodka off of the passenger seat and locked the door to his car with his keypad as he walked over the crunching brown leaves that covered the cobblestone driveway. Not that there was ever anybody out here except for Kellingpoints or their female guests, but trust didn't run very strong within his family.
Most of them had died of heart failure around holiday time, and he and his cousin Eric were the last of the Kellingpoint men left alive, both of them business investors in large, cold cities. He unscrewed the lid to the bottle as he pushed the key into the old lock and gave it a click that echoed throughout the interiors of the moonlit house.
Kevin entered and in one fluid motion threw his jacket on the cold, dusty floor, took a swig from the bottle of vodka, threw the keys on the floor, and hit a switch near the old fashioned fireplace. The ancient chandelier lit up with the electric system that had been installed on it sometime in the 1930's.
Kevin removed his shoes and put his cellphone into his left one after confirming the three texts of the three women he had chosen to invite to his annual party. He knew that soon the house would be full with hundreds of women he'd fucked before. He walked over to a mantle below a large painting that seemed to be where a family portrait was usually kept. Dust from the floor was collecting thick on his socks. As the lights on the old chandelier began to heat up, Kevin saw the familiar glowing impression of a woman's face on the twenty foot high framed picture above the mantle.
"Liehla." Kevin smiled.
The twenty foot tall painting of a woman with long dark hair down to the dimples above her perfectly rounded, nude derriere seemed to glow more in the dim light of the chandelier. The woman in the painting had nothing on, was depicted standing in a cemetery, and was looking demurely over her bare shoulder down at Kevin.
"Kevin." She replied.
Kevin took another swig from his bottle. Eight Halloweens ago, he would have thought that the alcohol was getting to him after seeing something like that, but by now he was used to it.
Kevin remembered that life changing conversation he had had with his cousin Eric. How he had laid out how all of the Kellingpoint businessmen had had a secret for generations. How there was a family owned mansion out in the middle of nowhere. A mansion where a large painting of a very nude woman which had been acquired from who knows where by the Kellingpoint men a long time ago. Eric told Kevin that each Kellingpoint man had picked a calendar holiday and taken their respective mistresses, prostitutes, and booty calls there for a one night getaway for generations. It was a normal enough tradition for lonely, successful business men, except for the part when Eric told Kevin about how every holiday visit the visitors and would be visited by every woman who had ever been invited to the house. At least the house would produce a tangible, fuckable ghost-like version of them.
Sure it had bothered Kevin at first, but then, like all the men in his family, Kevin had become completely addicted and obsessed with his Halloween Holiday getaway. It was like being handed a one night pass to be the carnal god of his own castle. Hundreds of completely believable women, with a few new guests thrown in every visit to repopulate the already hundreds of haunted horny spirits filling the private mansion every night.
No rules, no judgement, no guilt, no limits, no condoms. Eric had clearly laid out the one rule regarding Liehla, and how no matter what he did, Kevin was not to fuck Liehla.
Liehla's picture finally came alive with a gasping, moaning sound that echoed through the temporarily empty halls of Kellingpoint Mansion. A wispy, glowing form of Liehla swooped down from the painting and brought her face to face Kevin. He grinned like a little boy, then took another drink.
Liehla hovered her ghostly lips over his lips and he could almost feel her hot breath. The door to the mansion creaked open suddenly. Liehla swept away in whisp as Kevin turned slowly to see Cassie walk through the still dim and cold front room. She didn't say a word as she prodded in with her black high heels with red soles clacked their way over to Kevin. She threw her black jacket on the floor and ran her hands through her hair. Kevin smiled.
Without a word she threw her keys on the floor, hiked up her skirt and dropped to her knees.
Kevin took a drink.
Cassie undid his pants, pulled out his semi-hard cock and shoved it immediately into her mouth. Kevin smiled. Cassie was his favorite call girl, hence her being chosen by him to be one of the three guests to his night of debauchery.
The relatively loud sounds of Cassie's sucking almost echoed in the cold house. It made Kevin feel even more lonely than he did trading favors and making million dollar deals in his office in the city.
Some classic rock song starting filling the cold silence of the entire house as light from nowhere warmed the scene.
