He’s giving me a heads-upanda treat?
Damn! The gods of sex have smiled upon me to go forth and primp, preen and buzz. Hallelujah!
Numerous mimosas later, we’re ready to hit the town. The warmer weather this year has certainly left an open window for costume choices.
Viv is a vision in her Venetian fox mask. The orange gown clings to her like liquid fire, the high slits showing off miles of leg.
Me? I’m his prey.
My chocolate brown bodycon dress clings like a second skin, hugging every curve. The tiny red roses we stitched into the fabric bloom like gunshot wounds over my heart. A cream faux-fur vest rests over my shoulders. Soft. Fragile. A disguise.
But the real secret?
It’s already inside me.
Nestled deep. Pressed flush against my G-spot.
Waiting.
“Nice boobs,” Viv compliments.
I shrug. “Yeah, I’d do me.”
She laughs and hugs me. “Ok bitch, let’s go get lit!”
As the sun begins to set and neighborhood children start their rounds, we head out toward the city to see everything Salem has to offer.
I’ve always loved Halloween. The amber glows of pumpkin lanterns lining the streets; the old historical colonial houses seem a little bit more eerie and spooky, haunted tours, witch tales… The overall vibe in the air.
Just walking around, feeling the crunch of colorful fall leaves underfoot while getting freaked out by some random person is a sensory experience. It’s also beautiful and cozy despite the windchill. It’s a month-long event, but the actual day of Halloween turns the city into a giant amusement park of sounds, sights, and scenery.
Everywhere, people are laughing. Drinking. Disappearing into the night.
But me?
I’m waiting.
Somewhere in this crowd, he’s here.
Watching.
Hunting.
I should be terrified. Maybe I am.
But more than anything?
I’m aching for him. And I suppose, like he said, I'll feel him when he's near
SIXTEEN
PIP
“Have you two been waiting long?”
The voice comes from behind us—two guys who’ve been standing in line for just as long as we have.
Viv’s nails sink into my wrist before I can answer. She flashes them with a sweet, almost predatory smile. “Not long!” she coos, batting her lashes.
