Frankenstein’s monster had a problem. A big problem. The thick rubbery mask that hid Kelly’s identity from those around him allowed him to mutter to himself without anyone hearing. In a low tone, he said, ‘What the fuck is going on?’
After getting paid for the evening, he made his way to his Harley, only remembering the mask when he tried to put the helmet on over it. His mind was a jumble of confusion that made simple actions difficult to focus on. Jessica had told him early in the week that she had plans for Halloween. When he’d accepted a bartending job at Mathilda’s, taking the place for a friend, he hadn’t lost any time thinking about what Jessica’s plans might be. It wasn’t as if they had to spend every moment together. He’d promised they’d have their own special kind of birthday celebration later: twenty spanks against her beautiful bottom.
But as he’d watched her work her way through the party, he’d felt a painful jolt of insecurity shake his normal confidence level. To get into the mood, Kelly had worn an old costume. With his mask in place, and his manner of grunting to all those placing orders, he hadn’t caught Jessica’s eye once during the whole evening. But she’d definitely caught his. Flirting with the wigged man, with Santa Claus, and even with a paunchy, unattractive Elvis.
As he rode home, he tried to work out the situation in his mind. Yes, he knew that they’d never made a commitment to each other. To Kelly, no pressure equalled no problems. That didn’t explain the jealousy that throbbed through him as he’d watched Mozart lean in to kiss her at the end of the evening. To his surprise, he’d had to force himself to stay put, not to vault over the bar top and bust in on her. Wouldn’t that have been a sight? It would not only have meant the end of his job, but undoubtedly the end of their relationship.
Now he couldn’t even confront her with the facts, because if he’d been at the party in total innocence, why hadn’t he simply gone over and said hello at the first sight of Jessica in her Little Red Riding Hood outfit? That was an easy one to answer. He’d wanted to see exactly how she’d behave when she didn’t know he was there. Secrets. Once you let them begin it was difficult to get them under control.
Home again, he sat alone in his apartment with a beer in one hand and the end of a joint in the other and looked out the window at the Santa Monica night. He stared, without seeing, at the stars in the sky, the bands of white light cutting across every so often, heralding some after-hours Halloween event at a nearby club. With past girlfriends, he would have gone after instant payback, searched for a little fling of his own this evening. But Jessica was different. There was something unique about her combination of intelligence, sweetness, and that unbelievable naughty side…
He had to learn from this experience. It was up to him to let her know his feelings were growing. Maybe their summer fling would turn into something real. With these thoughts in his mind, Kelly began to mentally prepare a special evening for the next date he spent with Jessica. Not on the weekend, since he worked both nights at Read My Lips. He’d have to wait until Monday to give her an experience that she would remember the next time a man looked at her in that way. Yearning. Hungry. She’d have something to think about before she decided whether she’d act on those feelings. He wasn’t worried. Not yet. He was only aware, and that was exactly how he needed to be.
* * *
Avalon was reminded of that old joke about clowns and VW bugs, except this evening’s comic relief had a slightly different query: how many people could fit comfortably in Avalon’s bed? More when they were naked. That was for sure. Costumes had been thrown off in a hurry, and two forlorn bunny tails lay discarded like used powder puffs on the floor next to Ian’s toga, Avalon’s glittery dress and black wig, and Josh’s silk bathrobe and pyjamas.
As she grew accustomed to the situation, Avalon momentarily lost count of the new members who had found themselves on top of her sheets. Josh. Ian. Bunny One. Bunny Two. Including herself, the total made five. An uneven amount for ballroom dancing, but a perfect number for an orgy. As Avalon watched, one bunny girl sat astride her co-worker while the other moved into a 69 with her roommate. Ian’s playmate opened her pink-lipped mouth around his cock and took his tool down her throat. Then she flicked her little tongue out to meet his balls, and Ian thrust forward, hard, moaning.
The sight was so arousing that Avalon had to bring one hand down her own body, touching herself in a sensual line along the way to reach her pussy. Her fingers meant business. They didn’t stop until she had hold of her clit, squeezing gently, then making circles around it with her fingertips. Fast and then slow, alternating the pressure to make the ride last. She could have come simply from watching, stroking her pussy as she viewed the erotic exhibitions unfolding in her bed like an audience member at a live sex show, but suddenly a voice said, ‘Let me do that.’
It was Josh. He wanted to eat her out while fucking the pretty co-ed, and Avalon had no problem with that idea at all.
‘I need you on my tongue, Ava,’ Josh murmured, and Avalon nodded to let him know that it was what she wanted. Effortlessly, Josh moved himself up on the mattress and adjusted her body. Avalon helped, parting her thighs and perching herself delicately over Josh’s lips so that her waiting pussy was perfectly situated over his mouth. Now that they were in the prime position, her handsome co-worker began to trace his tongue up and over her clit, making several rotations to get her good and ready before sliding it deep within her. From this new vantage point, she found herself face to face with the bunny girl astride Josh’s mammoth prick. The two women shared a momentary smile of almost sweet embarrassment at fucking the same man without even knowing each other’s name.
Here was a situation Avalon had never read about in any advice column. She pictured the question in her mind. ‘What is the proper way to introduce yourself to a woman who is fucking the same man you are, at the same time, in your bed?’ She grinned as she envisioned the start of the answer: ‘Dear Slut…’
But in Avalon’s bedroom, there were no such worries. With the type of finesse that only came from having lived through such sexy situations in the past, she easily smoothed over the minor awkwardness. ‘You’re beautiful,’ she whispered when she was breathing so close to the other woman she could smell the girl’s musky perfume, could see the lightest dusting of golden freckles crossing the bridge of her nose. ‘So pretty.’ Leaning forward slightly, she gave the girl a full, wet kiss on her parted lips, then let the kiss extend as her new bedmate opened her lips wider and met Avalon’s tongue with her own.
That was all it took – the physical key to unlock the rest of the evening’s events. The bunny reached cautiously forward and tentatively touched Avalon’s breasts, ran her fingertips lightly from one nipple to the other, stroking gently. When Avalon closed her eyes and moaned, the bunny grew more adventurous. From Avalon’s breasts, the girl moved her hand down the flat of Avalon’s firm belly, searching between her pussy lips to find her throbbing clit while Josh lost his tongue within her cunt. The vibrator had already been removed and discarded, but Avalon suddenly felt as if she had her own personal motor inside of her.
Oh, yeah, she thought. Can’t get better than that–
Except that it could. Because Ian wasn’t able to let the evening continue without joining his duo to the trio, connecting the parts in the most interesting ways. It simply didn’t seem fair to him to remain an island alone, when the five together could create so much more intense friction. Directing his new lover, he had the girl kiss her bunny mate and then kiss Avalon.
‘Make nice,’ he whispered. ‘Get to know each other.’
Mouths pressed together, slipping against one another, and the women joined lips in a sexy three-way kiss that made both Ian and Josh suck in their breath in awe.
Men were so easy to please, Avalon thought. But women – women were far more complicated. They needed more touching. More talking. More everything in order to reach their pinnacles. Maybe that wasn’t fair, but it was true. Still, on this evening, each of the partiers seemed to know a range of tantalising tricks to help the others along. They worked together as if part of a well-choreographed X-rated production and, within minutes, the five playmates were joined in extreme positions. Hands overlapped, tongues met, limbs entwined in the most delicious and decadent ways.
Avalon found herself touching one of the bunny girls in a soft, lilting manner, while using her free hand to tug on Josh’s cock in a much more powerful rhythm. She couldn’t believe how effortless everything felt, even when she no longer could tell who was connected to who, or how. As she stared at the mess of limbs around her, she understood that untangling the playmates would have been next to impossible, while tying each other up in silky, sticky knots was simple.
In the glow from the streetlight and from several twisted candles, the lovers moved and glided as they danced together to a private and unrepeatable song.
* * *
The sun was starting to rise by the time Mozart and his date had finished fighting and finally started fucking outside, on the open balcony of his Hollywood apartment. Light-sensitive streetlights winked off on the avenue below as dawn painted the sky in pastel streaks. The beauty of the morning wasn’t lost on him. It simply enhanced his desire to add to the buoyant feeling by climaxing within his cold yet stunning date.
The black iron railing that ringed the outdoor patio was just high enough to lean comfortably against. Perfect height, actually, for fucking one of his frolicking female friends. Now, he lifted his date’s heavy brocade dress to discover no panties beneath it. This was Andrea’s way of showing him how adventurous she was. See? she seemed to be saying with her actions. I’m wild. I’m frisky. I’m free!
But that was a lie. Just another role that she was trying out for, hoping to get cast in a lifelong gig. If he guessed right, she had taken off her knickers in the ladies’ room at the party, realising that she was losing his attention to Little Red Riding Hood and wanting to jumpstart his interest in her. He knew all of these things as facts, the same way he knew that he and this woman would never be together for long. She was another in his long list of lovers to call when he was lonely. That didn’t take away his pleasure at being with her. Andrea knew the rules to the game. They were both users. She was using him as a leading man in her mental fantasies. He was using her as a way not to admit that he needed a life-time partner.
‘You’re so big,’ she murmured now as he took her from behind. ‘So big and hard, baby,’ she cooed, and that made him smile. Who didn’t find it erotic to hear some beautiful, classy woman use words you generally heard only in porno films? But he could stay mentally clear enough to realise that she was an actress. How was he supposed to know when she wasn’t playing a character? Like now, starring in the role of the willing slut, allowing herself to be fucked doggy-style in the clear morning light on his balcony.
With one hand, he reached under her dress in the front and began to carelessly tickle between her pussy lips. He was one of those very good lovers who made everything seem easy. It took him no time to find her clit; to play with the sensitive pearl as if it were a ball of modelling clay from which he was moulding a masterpiece. Andrea sighed when he found the right rhythm, moving two fingers over the rise of her clit as if rubbing a polished stone.
Even as he played her, his mind was somewhere else. But as usual, he was not at all disturbed or guilty about the thoughts that ran through his consciousness the entire time he pumped hard into his date. What was the use of feeling guilty? He took life as he saw it. And what he most wanted to see at this very moment were the undergarments beneath his new fantasy’s dress. Not Andrea’s, but the lithe and flirtatious girl he’d met at the party. More specifically, he wanted to know what Red Riding Hood’s panties looked like.
And, even more important than that, he wondered who the lucky man was who got to slide them down her sweet, young thighs this evening. Did he know what a prize he possessed?