9
Halloween Fright
Baya
Bryson Edwards is a god. No really. Sans that whole omniscient thing, he’s perfect beyond universal comprehension.
The thought ricochets in my mind on a loop as I throw on my apron at the Black Bear Saloon. It’s Halloween, and to say the freaks come out at night is putting it mildly. Tonight there’s a freaks and Greeks invasion like no other. Girls in slut-ware, boys in…well, most of them are dressed as themselves.
Bryson winks at me from behind the counter, and my heart thumps as if begging me to jump him right here on the bar. He’s got his five o’clock shadow giving him that sexier-than-all-holy-hell look, and his jaw keeps redefining itself as he gawks over at me in my bunny slash waitress uniform. Honestly, with the catcalls I got just walking through the door, I should seriously consider wearing this cottontail every night of the year.
Bryson, however, skipped the faux animal parts and decided to go rogue as a “bartender,” an amply endowed bartender sporting some seriously hot tats, but, nevertheless, he and all his immeasurably long male parts are mine. I give a private smile over to him as he speeds this way.
“Nice ears.” He swoops in for a kiss.
“You should see my tail,” I counter.
“I plan on inspecting it in detail later tonight.” He gives a naughty growl as his hands round over the back of my shorts. I’ve kept the summer wardrobe as a part of my work uniform because, let’s face it, I get twice as many tips dressed as Jeanie Waters.
“Hey.” Holt barks over at us in his vampire attire. His face is covered with white pancake makeup while a trail of gelatinous blood drips down his chin. I’m not sure how he managed to do it, but he actually has fangs. “This is a family show. Keep your hands to yourselves.” He gives a sly wink while conducting some major mixology behind the bar. “I’m teasing. Fornicate freely. In fact, I’d pay to see it. It’s probably good for business.” He holds up an electric blue drink for our approval.
“Nice,” I say, inspecting the glowing concoction.
“You’re gorgeous.” Bryson leans in, and the sweet scent of his cologne intoxicates me. “I can’t wait to get you alone tonight. I’m going to bite that tail off with my teeth.”
“Mmm...” I give a kiss that pulls at his lips. “And I can’t wait to get me some of those 3 a.m. kisses.” I don’t dare tell him I’ve got my haunted meet and greet with Aubree, the keeper of the Alpha Chi crypt. I’ve already arranged to borrow Laney’s car for the midnight rendezvous. I made Laney swear to not to breathe a word of this to anyone. The last thing I want to do is blow my chances at acquiring a room at the scholastic version of the Ritz. Besides, I’m sure whatever stupid Satanic ritual Aubree dreamed up won’t take up an entire hour, and, then, I’ll finally have a place of my own, free from overprotective brothers, not to mention the romping roommate I’ll be leaving behind at Prescott Hall, although a small part of me will miss Thing One and Thing Two, perversely entertaining as they were.
Bryson turns to head back to the bar, and I land a brisk tap right over his rock hard ass.
“Meow,” I purr over at him.
“A bunny that purrs like a kitten.” He touches a finger to my long fuzzy ear. “Sounds like the best of both species.”
“I’m just trying to lure you into the field so I can have my way with you.” I run my finger down his chest nice and slow.
“Consider me lured.” He tucks a quick kiss into my neck before heading to the bar.
I find Laney on the floor sporting the same cotton tail and ears which doesn’t surprise me since we bought them together at the student store. I went over to her dorm earlier, and we drew cute little whiskers on each other and dotted our noses with blush, and she mentioned it was more action than she’s had in almost a year.
“Guess who’s seated at five o’ clock?” She gives a quick glance past my shoulder.
“Five o’ clock?” I’m the worst person to try and orient spatial relations by way of a timepiece. I glance over and spot a quasi-familiar dirty blonde dressed as a slutty farm girl with nine inch FM’s and a dress three sizes too small. Her full lips siren out with bright red lipstick, and her nipples peer from her frilly bra every three seconds as she chortles herself into a laugh-gasm. Her suitor catches my attention, and I harden my gaze over at the boy seated across from her wearing a rather inglorious black cape. I recognize him instantly as the boy Cole tried to hook me up with. “Oh, it’s that guy from my music class, Luke something. And why is this minute hand worthy information?”
“No, braniac—not him—thegirl.”
“The tramp trying to get her field plowed by the magician? Luke better get ready to let the ox out of the barn.” The skank leans into him, and her boobs gyrate like bouncing balls. “Looks like the farmer’s daughter is ready for that roll in the hay. You think we’ll need security?”
“That’s no costume.” Laney slips a lock of dark hair behind her ear. “That’s Jeanie Waters.”
“That’sJeanie Waters?” I lean in to inspect her with the cosmetics-based disaster smeared over her features, the boob enhancing costume that’s about to burst at the seams. God, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her face. She was all hair and limbs, moans, lips, and penises coming out of every orifice. Her boobs wiggle again, and oh! It takes everything in me not to give a friendly wave over to Thing One and Thing Two. Here they were desperately trying to get my attention all along, and I was stupidly ignoring them.
Jeanie glances over at me and gives a sharp look.
“Shit.” I spin abruptly. “Should I say something?” I clutch onto Laney and resist the urge to shake her. “Like—hello, I’m your invisible roommate! Would you please stop fucking over every free surface in our dorm room?”
Laney’s eyes flutter. “It’s subtle. I like that.” She speeds me over to their table and drops me off with all the enthusiasm of a kid on the first day of kindergarten.
“Hi.” I give a little wave at the two of them, but my attention gravitates to Thing One who has cleverly raised an eye at me and is bouncing away, happy to see me.
