by Selena Kitt
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"That's great, Lacey. Super. I'm planning on going as Captain Defender, every kid's hero. You know; bright blue cape, purple muscle shirt and tights. Ah—I've already rented two costumes from Lucinda's in Providence. Hope you don't mind going as Lady Liberty?"
"I-I'm sorry, Philip—I have no idea who she is. I'm afraid I'm not up on my superheroes."
"Well, she's not really a superhero—look, you'll look absolutely beautiful. Of course, you look beautiful already" Turn on the charm, you handsome stud, you.
"I-I guess it's all right then. Long as the costume's not too skimpy. It's not, is it? I mean, being a teacher and all, I don't want to offend— "
"Naw. You'll love being Lady Liberty." At least I know I will, little lady.
Naturally shy, Lacey blushed, and fiddled with her spotted glasses. "Okay then, I'm your Lady Liberty, I guess." She started to go, but then turned and looked at Philip, almost catching his smug leer. "Thanks for inviting me, Philip."
Noticing for the first time the rain was getting serious and doing exciting things to Lacey's flimsy blouse, Phil dragged his eyes from her chest, and smiled into huge dark eyes.
"My pleasure, Lace. Oh, and you'll have to lose the glasses. It'd ruin the whole superhero effect, I'm afraid. Besides, you have such gorgeous brown eyes."
Certain she was blushing, in spite of the freezing rain, Lacey answered, "Okay, I'll just take them off before we get to the party."
"Don't you have contacts?"
"Not yet. I'm saving up though. Credit card's already pretty maxed, and this is my first teaching job. I've got a hell of a student loan to pay back."
"Oh—okay. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow after class. We'll finalize our plans then."
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Philip lied. Lacey hated the costume, it was scandalously brief. Unfortunately, he'd waited until late in the afternoon of the party to actually give her the costume. The high red boots and gloves—a definite Wonder Woman rip-off, were all right, as were the choker with its twinkling rhinestone interlocking Ls, and the blue satin mask with a star field of glittery silver stars. The provocative satin bottoms styled like a draped American flag seemed vulgar; while the white satin corset, trimmed in bright red ribbon, flaunted her breasts and was way too tight. She almost called Phil on her cell, but realized he was probably already halfway to her house.
Thirty minutes later saw her sitting uncomfortably next to him as they sped towards the Bonnets' sprawling old colonial just south of Break Neck Hill. With Rapp music booming from his five-year old Cherokee's radio, Lacey felt the crawling fingers of a headache beginning to match throbs with the pounding rhythm. Apparently, Philip felt since she was a quarter Puerto Rican, she'd love Rapp music. Boy, was he wrong! Unless, he liked it.
Louise and Stede Bonnet had been holding their Halloween costume party for the island's faculty, spouses, and friends for the past nine years. The annual affair was considered one of the most exciting events in the school year. Almost every teacher and school system employee attended—it'd be a wonderful opportunity for Lacey to finally socialize with her fellow educators and solidify several fledgling friendships, if she could just deal with her shyness, and her too revealing costume.
Philip sure liked her costume. His eyes had virtually bugged out when she'd hesitatingly opened her farmhouse's side door wearing her Wonder Woman rip-off with the tall high-heeled boots. She'd almost felt he might try to grab her and steal a kiss her right there in her doorway. Drop dead handsome, or not, she wasn't quite ready to fling herself into his arms just yet.
Blushing with embarrassment as her generous boobs threatened to topple out of her too tight satin top, she'd tried to ignore the look in his eyes as he'd held her coat open for her, and she'd shrugged inside. Feeling his eyes look down her costume, she'd clutched the coat tightly to her body, and scurried to his Cherokee. She'd been looking forward to a fun time and maybe a little light romance. Phil obviously was after a much bigger prize.
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The Bonnets' white shingled manor house squatted in the center of ten heavily wooded acres on the North side of the island, a mile south of where meandering Blackfish Road ran into the infamous Break Neck Hill Road. Pulling his battered Jeep Cherokee even with Principal Sweetling's vintage Rolls, Phil jumped out first to help his date weave her way through the two dozen vehicles already scattered around the Bonnets' private road.
Eighteen year old Heidi Kane, head cheerleader at Dyer-Paine High School, answered the front door dressed as an enticing French maid in black satin, and white lace, her long blonde hair done up under a prim maid's cap. Seeing Heidi's costume, Lacey didn't feel like quite such a shameless slut, until she realized Heidi liked flaunting her body. Feeling herself begin to blush again, Lacey excused herself, stopped a minute to ask Louise Bonnet the location of the bathroom, and headed upstairs to join the waiting queue of guests waiting to make a deposit.
Philip watched as his lovely date scampered away, her plump ass swaying seductively in her silly stars and stripes costume. Shy little bitch! For a minute there, he'd thought she was actually going to refuse to come with him. That would've sucked! Principal Sweetling would never have let him live that one down. Cunt! All he wanted to do was get her alone, and nail the little twat. No big deal.
"Well, Phil, I see you convinced our Miss Rodriguez to honor us with her presence. Our little "ice princess" looks damned yummy—nice costume, by the way. Talk her out of it, yet?"
"Gerry, don't start."
"Hey, she looks good enough to eat in that patriotic crap. I'm betting you can't wait to get your superhero hands inside her little white bra and grab those big puppies."
"Got that right, boss. Woman's got some magnificent tits. Sure going to take a chance at walking through her black forest too, once I get those satin panties off. Seems my patriotic duty —I mean, wearing a flag down there ought to be illegal, don't you think?"
"Well then, take it off her then, Phil. You're the man, my friend. You're the superhero here, and her boss. She's just some damned fine piece of ass. Naive as all hell."
"Almost sounds like you'd like a whack at her yourself, Gerry."
"Maybe after you, buddy. Get her some of Bonnet's wine. Get the cunt liquored up. Here, put this in her drink—it'll make her more...friendly. Show her a good time, but make sure you end up in the Bonnets' play room." Hearing some commotion behind them both, Phil and Principal Sweetling turned to where Stede Bonnet was greeting Julie Parker and her date; the only other truly handsome dude in town.
"Aw, shit. Watch yourself, Phil. It's the fucking fuzz."
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As Lacey headed downstairs, he was there. The hottest man on the island, police officer, Jamie MacLeod. Lacey couldn't take her eyes off the man, as he returned to his date with a couple of glasses of spiked cider. Julie Parker, one of Lacey's slowly growing list of friends, waved, making sure Lacey saw who she'd brought. The man looked in her direction, smiled, and then went back to talking with Julie. Still, Lacey felt his eyes wandering towards her as she started down the stairs. It was as though he had some sort of animal magnetism; she wouldn't have been surprised if fiery sparks had been flashing back and forth between them. Of course, maybe it was just wishful thinking on her part. The guy really rocked her.
Feasting on MacLeod's physique as she descended the staircase, Lacey caught one heel of her tall red boots, and almost stumbled, making a foolish spectacle of herself. She noticed MacLeod's costume was a modified version of his police uniform, torn, but complete with badge, gun and handcuffs. He seemed to be going for the look of a current cinematic werewolf heartthrob, but all she saw was one incredibly gorgeous looking bad boy. As she got to the foot of the stairs, he looked her way again, saw her staring, and smiled. Oh my god, with that light brown hair, those deep blue eyes...Lacey felt like her knees were knocking, her legs turning to jelly.
"Everything come out all right, Lace? You look scrumptious, by the way. Here ya go, Ho
n." Meeting her at the foot of the stairs, Philip thrust a huge glass of red wine in her face, totally oblivious that her naked look of lust wasn't for him.
She'd been about to tell Philip she wasn't feeling well, and wanted to go home. She'd been looking forward to going out with her handsome boss; maybe sharing a kiss or two, even a little more if he was really nice; but Phil had made her feel like a piece of raw meat sticking her with this flimsy costume. Listening to the snide comments of the other guests as she waited in the bathroom line, she'd realized most of the other teachers thought she looked like a slutty tramp. The few males in line, leered at her, blatantly wanting a chance to fuck her. Yet seeing MacLeod's smile, she meekly took the offered wine, and drowned her angry words.
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As the evening progressed through apple-bobbing, and all the Bonnets' other silly Halloween games, Philip made sure Lacey’s wine glass was never empty. One thing about Stede; he kept a good wine cellar. Lacey appreciated fine wine, and within the hour, Phil noticed her "Ice Princess" facade beginning to melt. Of course, Sweetling's little potion might've helped her on her way. It disturbed Philip a little bit when his good looks and charm alone weren't enough to sweep her off her feet, much less into his arms, and onto Mr. Happy. A couple times he'd caught her sneaking doe-eyed peeks at that island cop, MacLeod. So much for the bitch's good taste. The guy's a penniless nobody, Hon. You could have me, you stuck-up cunt.
Positioning himself behind her, Phil waited until Lacey finished her wine, and wobbled the glass onto a tray of empties. He quickly snared her wrists, and dragged her arms behind her, making her his prisoner. When she began to moan, he moved in close, and whispered maybe he should borrow officer MacLeod's handcuffs.
"No, Phil—don't. I really don't like feeling tied up or helpless."
"Okay, babe, okay. Just kidding anyway. Jeez. Our kinky cop's probably planning on using them on Julie, anyway. Unless, she snaps them shut on him." Interesting development. Well, Lace, you're shit out of luck, cause a little more of Doc Sweetling's magic brew, and you will be quite helpless.
Starting to really fume, Phil nuzzled up against her back, his fingers pattering across Lacie's satin-sheathed ass. He slipped one hand around her waist, and gave her a little tug back into his chest. Looking up at him, she smiled, and let herself slip back against him, one hand reaching up to caress the firm line of his jaw. Turning around, she stood on tip-toes, and gave him a peck on one cheek.
"Look, Phil—I don't want to ruin this evening. Can we start again—Hon?"
Eager to get on with it, he moved to take her mouth, his hand holding the wine glass sloshing the liquor down the open front of her costume.
Venting a startled gasp, and stifling her sudden flare of anger, Lacey wriggled out of Phil's clutches, excused herself and hurried back to the bathroom. The front of her costume, and her breasts inside, were soaked.
As she fled upstairs, Phil noticed with happy smugness, the exaggerated sway of the little drunken twat's heart shaped ass. Stuff's finally working. When she got back, he'd definitely take her on the 'tour' and nail her pretty little body.
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Julie found her friend in the bathroom.
"Hey, Lace, you all right?"
Wearing her tear spattered glasses, Lacey Rodriguez turned, attempting to force a weak smile, and lied.
"Oh—Hi, Julie. Yeah—I'm fine. J-just cleaning up. I spilled wine all over myself. I'm so klutzy." Lacey turned back to the Bonnets' red marble vanity , and finished reapplying her makeup as she stared in the huge mirror. She'd obviously been crying.
"So, you're here with Phil Weazel, I see. Way to go, girl. Aim right for the top! He's such a handsome stud—you do know the rest of us all hate you tonight?" Julie made it sound like a ball-busting joke, but there was a definite stench of serious jealousy there. "Nice choice of costume too. You've got those big plump puppies—might as well flaunt them. Give Philly boy a feel yet?"
"Julie! You know me better than that. Phil's really good looking, and he's been...nice. But I'm not that kind of girl. We've barely shared a kiss."
"Hate to tell you, Miss I'm Prim and Proper, but your costume screams otherwise."
"Actually, Phil seems kind of—fast." Feeling she'd already said too much, Lacey tried to change the subject. "You seem to be doing all right—showing up with Mr. hunky cop."
"Yeah, I thought so too. Until he clamped his eyes on you. He's the one sent me up here, to see if you were all right." Without another word, Julie gathered up her sexy witch skirt, spun around and stormed out of the bathroom, right into Phil Weazel.
"Ah, there you are, Lace. Ready for our tour of the manor? Hurry up, Babe, the night's a wasting!"
"Oh—it's you, Philip. I really think I'd like to go..." Suddenly feeling light-headed, Lacey leaned back against the vanity, one hand fluttering to her temple.
For a second, Phil looked like he was going to follow her into the bathroom and close the door, but then Mrs. Trencher, the High School's math teacher, scooted by him, and he backed off.
"I see you were able to get the wine out of your costume. Had me worried there a minute—I'd hate to have to return it to the costume shop with a big stain. Don't forget to ditch those glasses." Thrusting a small plastic cup full of a shocking pink liquid at her, Phil played the irritated parent. "Here, drink this."
"What is it, Phil?"
"Just drink it! I mentioned to our hosts you weren't feeling quite up to par, and they generously offered this to settle your stomach. They're into natural herbal cures and all that crap, you know. So, come on— drink up."
Reluctant to make a scene, Lacey did as she was told and downed the chalky liquid in one gulp. Realizing it had a rather pleasant aftertaste, she licked her freshly applied lipgloss, and smiled up at Phil.
"All gone, master."
"Good girl. Well, are we going to do this, or what?" Phil did nothing to hide his growing irritation with his reluctant conquest.
"I-I guess, so Philip. I don't want you to think I'm a poop or something."
"Then don't be, Lacey. I want to show you the Bonnets' fantastic 'playroom.' Of course, I have to warn you—our tour might involve a little kissing."
"I-I don't mind, Phil. I'm sorry I've been such a bore. I really do like you."
"Well, then, let me amend myself, and say the tour might include a lot of kissing, my dear."
Suddenly wobbly and light-headed, Lacey giggled.
"Lean on me, Miss Rodriguez, and we'll get started. Lots of kissing, and something else, definitely, babe. Lots of something else.
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"How's your friend, Julie?"
"Lace? Oh she's a little drunk, that's all. Phil's taking care of her—she's in good hands there. He's way out of her league. Silly girl doesn't seem to realize she's dating the second handsomest guy on the island."
Julie Parker moved closer to Jamie, her over-powering stench of nicotine engulfing him as she placed one cigarette-stained hand adorned with chipped black nail polish on his shoulder, and put her face near his.
"Why, do I detect a certain interest there, Mr. Policeman? Isn't one very sexy witch enough for you to handle?"
It'd be a cold day in hell before Jamie let his lips do more than brush across those Marlboro stained 'choppers' of hers. Of course, he was interested. Lacey Rodriguez was the most beautiful woman on the island, maybe in the state. He'd certainly felt some spark between them, from the first time he'd seen her shopping in the center of Grim Island.
"Naw, just concerned for a friend of yours, Julie."
"Good, copper. Because I have plans for us later. Unless you had quite enough of witches when you worked back in Salem."
"Witches?" Real Ones? "Not me. One of my best friends is a witch. What did you have in mind—"
"Miss Parker, can I speak with you, please? Now."
"Principal Sweetling—of course, sir." Julie backed away from Jamie, straightening her dress, and sticking out her nonexistent chest. Flashi
ng a smile at her relieved date, she said, "Duty calls, James. Be back soon. Circulate around—you're still pretty new on this island. You could do with meeting more people, Luv." Julie Parker spun on her heel, threaded her arm through Gerald's and disappeared into the crowd.
Jamie MacLeod couldn't have agreed with Julie more about meeting someone new. In fact, as he began to hunt, prowling his way through the chaotic crowd of half-drunk educators, he already had someone in mind.
* * * *
"Phil, who're all these men in this picture?"
Standing in the corner of the master bedroom Stede reserved for his computer work station, Lacey was looking at a framed photo of seven men proudly standing together holding massive amounts of local fish.
"Oh, that's last year's annual town fathers' fishing trip. Most years they head off to Block Island, but last year they stayed local. With the catch they had, I'd say it paid off."
"What are these big silvery fish with the narrow stripes?"
On the pretense of taking a closer look at the photo, Phil nuzzled in close behind Lacey, and began kissing her shoulders, and the nape of her neck.
"Those? Striped bass. Damned good eating, supposedly. Put up quite a fight, I hear."
"And these black ones? There's a ton of them."
Phil snuggled in closer, his aroused prick pressing against the inside of his tights, threatening to burst out through the zipper. Forcing Lacey to lean forward, and place both hands firmly on Stede's computer desk, Phil deftly positioned himself in the deep cleft between Lacey's satin-clad cheeks, and began a slow rub. His partner of the evening leaned back into him, letting a little moan escape before she turned her face enough to kiss him back.