by Cindy Pike
“No, I’m good if you all are.” I respond.
“Let’s go then.” Owen claps his hand and leads us toward the exit.
15 It’s A Party
Show Me by Chris Brown
I step out of the shower and grab my towel to dry off. Done with my body, I wrap my hair up before applying my body lotion and face moisturizer. Letting all that sink into my skin, I move on to blow drying my hair, having to switch hands several times (I really need to get it cut and thinned out) because my arm gets tired.
“Silas, can you help me?!” Calling out to him I plug in my curling iron so it can heat up. All the guys brought their costumes over before we left for the fair so they could all get ready here and help set everything up. The knock on the closed bathroom door from my bedroom side alerts me to someone coming in. I quickly grab my robe and put it on making sure the tie is tightly secured.
“I’m decent.” I say so they can come in. Silas opens the door and quickly closes it behind himself. He hasn’t changed into his costume yet. “Can you help me curl my hair? It’s so long now that my arm gets tired way too early in this curling game. I’ve been meaning to get it cut, I just can’t seem to actually make it happen.” I give a nervous laugh feeling self-conscious out of nowhere.
“I can cut it for you, do you know how you want it?” I should know to expect the unexpected with Silas by now but he still manages to shock me.
“You can also cut hair? How do you guys find the time to be good at so many different things?” My second question is rhetorical.
“I cut Heaths hair all the time. Show me a picture of what you want, describe it to me.”
“I still want most of the length, but it needs to be thinned with long layers please. With the longest layer just hitting the small of my back.” It’s not a difficult cut.
“Let me see if Owen or Flynn have hair sheers. I’ll be right back.” Silas opens the door and slips out, closing it with a soft click. I quickly throw off my robe and step into my underwear. They’re a sheer lacy pair of high cut, low rise, sexy as sin, black in color. Then I apply the pasties, in a nude color, that will offer me support since I can’t wear a bra with my dress. I’ve also got a pair of fishnet thigh highs I pull up my freshly shaven legs. My garter belt is last and I secure the clips to the tops of my thigh highs. It’s black lace to match my underwear. I go to slip my robe back on just as I hear the knob turn. Before I can get it all the way closed Silas is standing there frozen. His eyes are glued to me, traveling slowly from my face down to my feet.
“Tell me there’s more to your costume than just that.” The hunger in his eyes as he says it makes my body go from zero to volcanic instantly. I gulp, before I can get my next words out.
“There’s more to my costume.” My voice is a whisper, but it sounds loud in my ears. I move slowly to close the front of my robe and tie the belt. Silas watches me like a hawk the entire time. “Did you find the sheers for my hair?” I’m still whispering. He holds up a pair of scissors, but otherwise doesn’t move. He continues to just stand there until I can’t take it anymore.
“Silas, are you going to cut my hair?” I don’t want to get behind getting ready, I want to help with setting up. At least that’s what I tell myself, I can’t focus on how I want to entwine my body with his. If I do, we might end up in bed, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that, yet.
“Yeah, I just need to stay here until I can get the image of you with your robe open out of my head. I should be good to move when I die. I’d say I’m sorry that I didn’t knock, but I’m not.” I don’t think he meant to be funny but his comment about being ready when he dies is funny. I manage to hold my laughter in, but not the smile that breaks free.
“Think about something unattractive. That should help.” I suggest. He closes his eyes and I can see his lips moving, but I can’t hear any sound. Finally, he opens his eyes and motions for me to turn around. I do, catching his eyes in the mirror.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t do that on purpose.” My apology is sincere.
“Don’t be, you’re fucking hot. I can’t wait until you’re ready to move to the more physical stage of our relationship. No pressure, Doll.” His voice is rough and deeper than normal. Silas brushes my hair, making sure there are no knots and then he starts cutting. His face is serious and cold in his concentration. It’s captivating, and I don’t look away the entire time he’s cutting my hair. Before I know it, he puts my hair over my shoulders.
“What do you think?”
I have to force myself to stop looking at him and inspect my hair. It’s exactly what I wanted and it feels so much softer and lighter now that he’s done. I look back into his eyes through the mirror and tell him, “Perfect.” I’m not just talking about my hair, but I doubt he realizes that. By now my curling iron is more than warmed up. Silas sections my hair and starts curling in ringlets like I want them.
“They don’t have to be perfect; I’m putting it into an updo.” I don’t want him to think he has to make everyone look prefect.
“Okay.” Is all he says as he continues on to the next section. After a total of about thirty minutes he gets the hair spray and gives it a good overall cover spray so it’ll hold throughout the night.
“Done, need help pinning it all up?”
“If you have the time and don’t mind that’d be awesome!” I don’t want to take away from him having enough time to get ready.
“I don’t mind, plus it gets me out of fucking decorating. How do you want the updo?” He starts by dumping out my bobby pins.
“Like a Greek woman’s hair, with some bits hanging down around the nape of my neck, ears and temples. Can you make the curls look like a sexy mess?” This part is a bit more involved but if he needs help, I got him.
“Okay, let’s start from the top and I’ll work my way back and down.” Then he dives right in.
“Mind if I start on my make up while you do this part?” I glance at my phone and see that I’m running a bit behind.
“No, do what you need to.” He slips the first bobby pin in to hold the first section in place. I get to work on my eyes first because they’re gonna be dark and I don’t want to mess up my foundation with any fallout from them. With my magnified light up mirror, we work together easily with little down time from either of us. It takes Silas about twenty minutes before he steps back to give his work a critical look.
“What do you think?” I look up from doing some final blending on my second eye and look at the awesomeness that is my hair. It’s soft and elegant with just the right amount of hair teasing the aforementioned areas.
“It’s exactly what I wanted and even better than I could’ve done. Thanks, Si.” I give him a big smile before I turn around and give him a peck on his cheek. “I’ve got the rest; you can go and get ready if you need to. There’s only about thirty minutes before guests start to show up.” He gives me a side hug and leaves with a chuckle. I go back to my makeup and the rest takes as long as just my eyes did. Taking a step back I look at the entire picture of my hair and makeup and have to say I’m pleased with the results of our combined efforts. Quickly cleaning up the mess from my hair cut and putting all my makeup and hair stuff away before I move to Flynn’s side.
I knock on Flynn’s door with two quick raps and then go into my room and my closet. Unzipping the dress bag, I pull it out and just admire the dazzling beauty of it. Fran really did an amazing job bringing my image to life.
I step into the dress and pull it up making sure everything is in place. Then I secure the clasp at the back of my neck for the lace. I grab my heels and sit on my bed to do them up. Done with that I stand and take a good long look at myself in the mirror on the back of my door. I don’t even look like myself. I look like a powerful woman that knows how to seduce the god of the underworld. Excellent!
With a wicked smile on my face, I open my door and step out into a creepy hallway. The guys have been busy. There is a tulle type material along the walls in black and g
rey with trees in dark brown and bat cut outs randomly placed. Real pumpkins are placed along the walls. The carvings are extraordinary, I suspect Flynn did them. As I exit the hall, I’m transported to a creepy grave yard where the living room furniture used to be. There’s a fog machine, strobe light and a damn disco ball. A hardwood floor lays in the middle of the now empty living room floor. All kinds of cauldron bowls over filled with food line the bar countertop. The dining room table has been pushed back along the back wall next to the back doors. It’s got a fake spiderweb covering it with a massive skull-shaped punch bowl, black plastic solo cups, orange plastic plates, neon green plastic utensils, and a stack of Halloween themed napkins. Everything looks kick ass! There’s low music playing right now, it’s River by Bishop Briggs, but I suspect it will get much louder when guests start to arrive.
Owen comes in from the back yard and his costume is the same style from the one I saw the first time at Fran’s boutique, now the colors are completely different though. His jacket is a teal color, with his pants now a stark white. The accessories are all done in silver. With his black dress shoes so shiny I bet my dress I can see my reflection in them. He’s got his hair swept back from a face freshly shaved. His body jerks like somethings hit him, the costume is perfect for him.
“Wow! Look at you! You’re the best-looking prince I’ve ever seen!” My exuberance bubbles out of me.
“How many princes have you seen in your life?” He’s got me there, but I decide to play.
“In real life or just in general?” I tease him.
“In general.” He quips back.
With a Cheshire grin I tell him, “All of them from the Disney movies and the royal family. You’re still the best looking one.”
“Naturally.” The cocky bastard says with a wink. I bust out laughing at his one worded response.
“You’ve always had a big ego.” Silas says as he makes his way down the hall from Owens bedroom. Good goodness! I’m too busy checking him out to notice he’s doing the same to me. He’s got on tight in the crotch and thighs area, but boot cut the rest of the way down, leather pants. They hang low on his hips and he’s got that yummy v on display, making me want to run my tongue along it and see if I can make him squirm. His kick ass motorcycle boots have silver spikes along the toes. With two big chains that sound real from the gentle clinking every time Silas moves his upper body, emphasizing his Adonis belt. A pair of fingerless leather gloves adorn his hands and his hair is in crazy disarray with a purple tint to it. The rest of the clothing items are all in black as well. There is no shirt to hide his impressive physique.
“What are you, a bad ass mother fucking biker dude?” I don’t make much sense, but my brain seems to have shut down from overheating.
“Ghost rider.” Ahhh… He’s more bad ass than the Nicolas Cage version. That could just be because I’m biased.
“Can you take these hamburger patties out back for Kyle to cook?” Owen asks Silas. Silas just goes over and takes the massive platter of meat from Owen then heads out the back door.
“You need to go take a cold shower, Gorgeous?” Shit, I’ve been caught! I can feel my face heating up, I hope my makeup hides it.
“Nnn, no. Nope, I’m good. Why would you say that?” I smile the cheesiest smile ever and go to stand next to Owen as he gives me a you didn’t fool me look. “Need help with anything?”
“If you want you can help cut the veggies for the burgers.” Owen hands me a cutting board and a sharp knife then moves toward the fridge to get the vegetables for me to cut.
Heath and Flynn come in and stop just after they make it past back door.
“Holy shit! You look kick ass, Spitfire! Love the makeup! Smoldering.” He wags his eyebrows at me with a wicked grin on his face.
“Thank you, you’re the first to comment on my costume.” I give Owen a not so subtle hint.
“Fuck, now I’m going to have to stand next to her all night just to keep the men, or women, away.” Heath says more to himself than anyone in the room. I’ll take the compliment. He turns on his bad ass booted foot and his kilt flares out with the movement. No shirt for him either and his hair is plaited in a French braid so it swings just past his shoulders. All of his costume is the same from when I first saw it.
Flynn’s got his nerd costume on and I still think it’s freaking awesome! Who knew nerds could be hot?
“Nora, your dress is very lovely, but you out shine it by a million.” Owen leans in to whisper in my ear, as he does, he strokes my bare back, “I especially love the back.” Then he gives my also bare shoulder a kiss and moves to mix up the potato salad.
Flynn comes closer and gets his first glimpse of my entire outfit when he whistles and moves his finger in a circle for me to do a spin. I do and when my backs to him he tells me to stop. I look over my shoulder and he snaps my picture again!
“Don’t move, Spitfire.” He tucks his phone back into his pocket and comes up behind me, going down on his knees. His finger gently traces the exposed small of my back before he places a kiss there. The thrill that runs up my spine and down through my toes makes my entire body give an involuntary quiver.
“Stop distracting my help.” Owen’s pointing a head of romaine lettuce at Flynn as he scolds him.
Flynn holds his hands up in surrender, “I’m here to help.”
“Good, you can wrap the jalapeño poppers with the bacon, then take them out to be grilled.” Owen bosses. We all get to work and before long everything is done. Just in time too, the doorbell rings after Owen puts the last of our mess in the trash.
“I’ll get it, you go out with the others.” Owen kisses me then moves to answer the door. I head out to the back yard and It’s been transformed just like the house. A big ominous tree has been erected in the middle of what looks to be a maze made out of straw bales between the house and the barn.
“Where are the dogs?” I haven’t seen any of them tonight and it makes me kind of nervous not having them around as my security blanket.
“My house. We don’t want some drunken idiot to mess with them. The horses have been moved to the far field too. We’ve had issues in the past.” Silas answers me. I nod my head in understanding and my eyes catch on the long table groaning with more food.
“How many people usually come to your party?” Looking at Flynn I start to worry that this might be too much for me.
“A lot, but don’t worry. One of us will be with you all night, Spitfire.” He’s not wrong.
People start to show up and before long they’re pouring out of every nook and around every corner. Other than the makeshift dance floor the house is packed. The music thumps out a beat that has most everyone moving to it. Goblins, fairies, vampires, zombies are all milling about, doing the maze, eating and just generally having a good time. No one gets too rowdy and at least one of the guys are always with me.
“Come on, Nor.” Kyle takes my hand and leads me back into the stuffed house, where everyone seems to have congregated. He finds a chair and gestures for me to sit down. I’m right in front of the cleared (except for the other four guys) dance floor. Kyle moves to join the others and Flynn starts talking into a microphone.
“For those of you who’ve been to one of our parties before, you know what’s about to happen.’ The smirk on his face is infectious and I find myself with a matching one on mine. “For all the newbies, prepare for a whole lot of hot!” He yells out before he winks at me and cheers go up around the crowd.
The song Show Me by Chris Brown Starts up and each of the guys take their places on the dance floor. You know when really hot guys all do a choregraphed dance together (usually for women’s entertainment)? That’s what is happening right before my eyes. Silas, Heath, Owen, Flynn, and Kyle all have moves I’d never have thought possible for the human body to do. It’s so sensual and well done that I feel my core start to heat up. If they keep this up, I’m going to be wet and not from a beverage.
They all grind their hips and move to th
e music perfectly. Each one gets a chance to showcase their moves for about ten seconds. Flynn gets on all fours and thrusts his hips in a wave like motion while giving me a huge grin and at the end a wink. My face flames and I’m sure I’ve got a huge fucking grin plastered on my face if I’m going by how my cheeks are starting to hurt. Silas is up next and he does this popping sort of movement that’s almost robotic just not quite. Owen is third and that man has got some power in him as he does some crazy spins on his hands with his feet flying in the air like a windmill. Heath takes center stage and he’s like sex on a stick he walks towards me and gives me a quick (albeit very effective) lap dance. When he’s done, I’m stuck to my chair and I know my mouth is on the floor, but I don’t give two shits, because that was such a turn on that if I move, I’ll embarrass myself I’m sure. Last but certainly not least is Kyle. He moves like he doesn’t have any bones in his body and it’s so fluid I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything like it. As the song comes to an end each of the guys get in sync with each other again and they all end in a different pose for the finale. The crowd surges forward and the guys get swallowed up in it. I’m knocked off my seat and a pair of almost painful hands grip me under my arms, helping me up. Once I’m up they don’t let go and I’m being pulled back, away from the guys and the other partiers.
“Hey!” I yell, then a hand releases one of my sides and clamps over my mouth. I start to flail about trying to kick the person and break free.
16 Truths from Deceits
Running From The Night by Gaits
My captor keeps taking me farther from the main crowd, no one stops him (it has to be a man as whoever it is, is taller and stronger than me) even with my clear attempts to break free. Every time I slip his grasp, he somehow manages to get his hands on me again. We end up in the barn with me fighting to break free the entire time. All my training flies from my brain in my panic.