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Yesterday he was a priest. Today he
was drunk and tied to a wooden cross. The leather musk advanced over his
cologne, something sweet like candy. The sweat on his constricted brow gave way
to an aching moan of pleasure as I dangled a candle over his exposed flesh. It
started at a simple Halloween party. He was being a jackass and oozing charm to
whomever happened to want a glass of punch. It made me slow to approach the
table. It also made me want to vault through the crowd until the pink sides of
his face were shattered under my knees. He was cute. Too cute for the cocky. I
waited longer than I should have mostly because of my outfit. I didn't believe
in slutty Halloween, so green face paint had started dripping from the wart on
my nose. It tasted like lead on my lips when I took a bite of the tiny cheese
piece in my hand. With my experimental costume I'd stayed out of sight. A
friend of a friend. Now the lacing on my latex witch corset grew sticky with my
suppressed interest.
    My scalp had already started tingling
from the tinsel wig when cocky boy got in over his head. His hands spanned the
nice ass of a girl in bunny ears in front of him. Short brown hair curled out,
that must have taken time, and a sprite form. She was packing a push-up bra underneath
all that wire and mesh holding her in--complete with tail. I giggled at my
small inner joke and heads careened towards me from different directions around
me. Ignoring them I watched the muscular jaw work over nothing, a nervous
gesture I was sure, while his fine hands traveled along her ass. She didn't
slap him but her pink lined mouth nearly dropped to the floor like an Elf ready
to give Santa a blow job. It would have made me laugh but right now it made my
breathing tight. The girl looked like she would cry, as if these kind of
advances along her ass were new. I could see her green eyes well up from here.
     
    I couldn't do it. My hand gripped his
wrist and wrenched upwards. His skin slicker than I had imagined, almost
feminine in it's softness. The juice from the peppermint glittering behind his
teeth met my nose as he scrambled to get me off him.
    “Excuse me? What the fuck, lady!”
    Not the formal protest I was expecting
but it would do with his arm struggling under my tight gaze. I watched the
hairless forearm twist before letting him go and shooing the little girl away
from the punch table. She bounded away in her bunny suit every bit scared
shitless.
    “You're a turn-off tonight.” I drawled
and leaned against the buffet table. The feeling of cold metal leaking into
latex encasing my waist.
    “I don't get you! Where do you come
off doing that?”
    “I'd do it again. She didn't like
you.”
    “We were getting to know each other
better.” He gave me a look that said he bought into the lie. Pathetic.
    “You're pathetic.” I was never one to
mince my words around strangers
    “You're a bitch, fuck you!”
    The white neckband of his collar
arched out from his beef head neck and I could hear his rasped breathing. I
gave him a solid once-over. The tan on his skin had started to fade sharply at
the corners making me think fake. Bleached- blonde gel tresses float over his
fierce brown brows. It smelled like pineapple as I moved closer, our heads
almost level with one another. He was skinny. Nice arms, thickly developed,
good for cable rope lining his wrists. The brown eyes narrowed during my
assessment. I gave him no time for a retort.
    “What's your number?”
    Now it was his turn to gape. The hard
candy fell out of his mouth and almost hit my forehead to which I quirked an
eyebrow before pilfering a sharpie from my purse. The green little marker sat
in the fake cauldron I had been toting around all night. I offered an arm now
free of turpentine smelling green paint.
    “Number.” It wasn't a question. His
bluff was called.
    He scrawled several babyish squiggles
along my arm, shoved the pen in the top of my outfit at my breasts, and
shuffled off looking