Amy Benson needed a man in her life, and she needed one badly. It had been almost a year since she had last gotten laid and she even had to replace her vibrator last month. She wasn't looking for a boyfriend tonight, not really. All she wanted, all she needed, was a good fucking by a man. If something would come of it, then great. If not, at least she would get some much needed action.
She looked at herself in the mirror with a critical eye. She wasn't bad looking. She was quite pretty, actually. She took care of herself and exercised regularly. The big three oh was coming along fast, but you wouldn't say so just by looking at her. She posed this way and that, judging the brief and slutty witch costume she had put on. It was Halloween, the night of the slutty female, and she was going to get laid. End of story. Her cousin Julia had invited her to the costumed bash she's throwing at her house tonight and Amy gladly accepted, hoping to meet someone new.
Amy and Julia had been as close as sisters while they were growing up but, ever since Julia had gotten married to Michael, a swell and stable guy with a great sense of humor, she had started to pity Amy for her lack of a man. Amy had the feeling her whole family pitied her and talked about her behind her back. "When is she going to settle down and start a family," they'd say. "How is she going to find and keep a man?" It was the same with her work friends, old school friends and even neighbors.
Some days, Amy felt like at some point, while she was busting her ass through college or internships and getting her career going, someone gave a secret signal for all the people to pair off into stable couples for a lifetime of happiness and Amy had missed it, somehow.
She had no intention of ever going after a taken man. A cunt went after her dad when she was little and broke up her parents' marriage. She had resolved firmly to never even look twice at a married man, or one that was in a stable relationship, and even her long spell of solitude wasn't enough to get her to go back on that principle. Only single guys need apply.
Everyone Amy knew was either married or engaged to be married and most of the married couples already had kids, plural. It wasn't like she didn't want to get married or have kids, she did. She just wanted to have a man with her and not some whiny, little loser. Unfortunately, those seemed like the only single guys left on the planet. And they were single for good reason. Her friends and family had spent the past few years constantly trying to set her up on blind dates with single men they knew, or knew of, and every now and then, when the loneliness of her apartment got to her, she'd fold and accept.
A sour grin spread across Amy's lips. Those dates left her with a gaggle of believe it or not stories about men. The guys she was regularly set up with were so freaking pathetic, it was laughable. Hardly any of them had a job, and even if they did, it was some lame McJob with no prospects and not even enough cash to let them move out of their parents' house. Yes, it seemed like her friends and family had decided that bottom feeding basement dwellers were man enough for her.
Amy smiled a leering smile at her reflection. Her tits were pushed up into a deep, eye catching cleavage by the brief corset and her firm stomach was left bare. She definitely looked fuckable. Half her costume consisted of talismans and narrow leather bands inscribed with historically accurate representations of pagan deities. When she did something, she did her best to do it right and it was the same with this costume. Of course, old time witches didn't wear as little as she did right now, but that was an unavoidable concession to her perpetual horniness of late. She blew herself a kiss and left her apartment.
She got into her tiny, foreign car and whispered a brief prayer for it to start after she turned the key. The car let out a lot of disconcerting noise but finally sputtered to life, prompting her to exclaim, "Yes!" She had bought the thing based solely on looks and low price. The bright red color helped sway her mind, too. All her male friends had advised her against it, at the time, and she had recently seen the error of her ways. It was a truly beautiful car and it rode nicely, but at least once in a fortnight it refused to start and forced her to run to a bus stop to get to work on time. It also needed short stays with a competent mechanic a few times a year. She was wearing a thick overcoat to keep out the chill, as the heater in the car was only there for show. She'd buy herself a proper car, but she had grown very attached to the pretty, little thing. Plus, all the money she could spare had already gone to her brother to pay for her nephew's treatment.
This night, however, she whistled a merry tune and put all concerns aside. She needed to present a carefree front to the potential mates at the party if she was to land in one's bed. Driving up her cousin's street, she couldn't find a parking spot until she had come all the way to their house. There, on their very driveway, she managed to squeeze her little, red jalapeno pepper into the small space between a parked, full sized car and the garage door. She squeezed out through the sun roof and smiled. How could she ever give up her car? She went to the door and rang the bell. The party was just getting started and Julia answered the door. They exchanged kisses and Julia took Amy's thick overcoat. Her jaw dropped when she saw the slutty costume, but she made no comment.
Amy's arrival was soon followed by the rest of the guests coming and the party kicked off in full swing. It quickly became clear to her that Julia had misrepresented the party. Amy already knew all the men there and they were all taken. Plus, her costume was, at most, half of what the other women were wearing, leaving her to draw eye after leering eye. Amy sulked in a corner and nursed one beer after the other. People called her to dance with them and she did, but she knew she wouldn't get with a man there tonight and it was seriously bumming her out. She spent more and more time in the kitchen with the booze and she was getting a serious buzz going.
By the time the party was starting to wind down, Amy was drunk. She could still stand and walk, but her eyelids were getting heavy. She sighed heavily as she realized she'd have to ask Julia for a bed to crash on tonight. She was swaying to a pounding beat in the living room and idly looking around for Julia when he caught her eye. He looked like the living embodiment of the "tall, dark and handsome" cliché. His face was finely chiseled and set in a mischievous expression. His eyes bore deep into her soul and made her stop dancing and stand rooted on the spot. He walked over to her, reminding her of a big, predatory cat zooming in for the kill on the plains of the Serengeti. She found herself earnestly desiring to be his prey for the night. To be eaten up whole and consumed.
He towered over her and said, "And who might you be, pretty one?"
His deep voice sent shivers down her spine. Shivers that landed between her legs and started a trickle there. "Amy," she croaked and then found her voice. She blushed furiously and told herself to keep it together. If she didn't get this man to fuck her tonight, she'd go mad and wind up in some random loser's bed before the week was out. She cleared her throat and looked up into his deep, dark eyes. "Amy Benson, adept of witchcraft, at your service, my lord." She curtsied and lost her balance. His strong arms caught her and held her close to him. She could feel his hard body against hers. His smell entered her nostrils and made them flare in excitement.
"And what manner of witchcraft do you practice," he asked in amusement.
She didn't want to make him laugh, she wanted to make him fuck her. The alcohol was being pushed from her veins to her brain by the adrenaline rush of being in the man's arms. In her boozy mind, a plan formed. "I'm a special kind of witch, my good sir..."
"Sam Haines," he said.
"I cast any magic I want," she said, theatrically waving her arms around. "But after I speak the spell aloud, I must pay for it, you see?" She leaned in and conspiratorially whispered, "And I pay for it with sex." His eyebrows rose and he looked at her with a questioning expression. Her lidded eyes drooped a little before she nodded affirmatively. "The bigger the spell, the more I have to fuck to pay for it coming true."
The stranger, whose name slipped from her mind at the moment, nodded approvingly and said, "Bargain struck!" He proffered his hand and she gazed at it in incomprehension, for a few drunken moments, before taking it and shaking it. "And every bargain must be sealed with a kiss." Before Amy could react, he bent down and pressed his lips against hers. Her lips parted and allowed his tongue to enter and explore all of her mouth. She hardly noticed as he swept her up in his arms and took her upstairs. Before she knew what was happening, they were in bed together. Her brief costume was gone, but he insisted she keep all the leather bands and talismans on her.
