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Tis the season --- another story for Halloween.
Seems not to have been posted for a while.
I'm just a reposter.  This says in it "reposting permitted
ONLY if the COMPLETE, UNALTERED FILE, INCLUDING
THIS DISCLAIMER, is included."

By the way, in my opinion, one of the best ever Halloween stories is
"Trick or Treat" by Saucy Wench (Halloween sex party) 10, 10, 10.
You can find and read it either on google - groups or at asstr.
(Let me know at alt.sex.stories.d if you need directions.)

Everything below this line is exactly as posted long time ago.


From thewiz90@nospamhotmail.com Fri Dec 21 18:35:56 2001
Date: Tue, 31 Oct 2000 00:39:34 GMT
From: The Wiz <thewiz90@nospamhotmail.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Halloween Story by RC - HOLLWN1.TXT (1/1)

Please do not read any further if you are below the age of 21.
The following story is sexually explicit, and not appropriate
for minors or some young adults.  I know you are curious, but
if you are below 21, please have the responsibility and self-
control to exit immediately.

I'm not the author of this story. I've tried to include the
original headers of the story so you may contact the author.
Since this is from my personal archive the author address
may be very old. I do not take requests for stories from my
archive. I just don't have the time. You may find the items
you are looking for on www.asstr.org.

The Wiz (Connoisseur of Fine Erotica)

Subject: Halloween Story by RC

DISCLAIMER :
               READ NO FURTHER IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18
                                     OR
        IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTIVITY.
        All characters, situations, and locations are purely fictional.
           Archiving and reposting permitted ONLY if the COMPLETE,
           UNALTERED FILE, INCLUDING THIS DISCLAIMER, is included.
           Written 10/96 by RC. Comments and suggestions welcomed.

        AUTHOR'S NOTE: Someone posted a request for Halloween stories.
             I offer this one. It's a bit - different. Enjoy.

                                 "Halloween"

        I walked into the club and just stood there, looking at the wide
variety of costumes. Dancing girls, Chippendale men, monsters, vampires,
the usual royalty, they were all there. I myself was what I hoped was a
sexy maid. Seamed stockings, a tiny maid's costume that almost but not
quite revealed my breasts. And I had to be careful when I sat down, too.

        The guys were all over me, and all over every other single woman
there as well. I was in heaven, trying to decide if any of my suitors were
worth further attention.

        I noticed a crowd in a corner, and wandered in that direction,
fending off advances as I went. I peered through the crowd to see what the
commotion was about.

        A raven-haired woman sat alone at a table. Her costume reminded me
of that woman on TV called Elvira, a sexy vampiress. The guys were lined up
five and six deep trying to get her to converse with them, but she just sat
there, smiling softly, sipping her drink, ignoring them all.

        I stared at her. The self-assurance the woman projected was truly
remarkable. One guy put his hands on the back of an empty chair at her
table, and she just raised her eyes and looked at him. She didn't frown,
she still wore that same maddening smile. She didn't say a word. After a
moment, the guy began shifting nervously. He then removed his hands from the
chair and pushed his way out of the crowd.

        The woman's eyes slowly swept across the gathered males. They fell
silent. A moment later, they started muttering amongst themselves, and one
by one, they walked away.

        I found myself alone, still staring at her.

        She was staring back at me.

        When I realized this, I blinked and looked around. We were alone in
the corner, the crowd had gone off to attempt other conquests. I looked back
at her to find her still staring at me. Without a word, she motioned to the
chair beside her. Not opposite her, beside her.

        Nervously, I sat down, not knowing why. I wasn't looking for a 
woman.
I wanted male companionship. I would have taken about four seconds to choose
a guy from the crowd this woman had had gaping at her. But now I was sitting
alone in a dim corner with her. I shook my head, puzzled.

        She just looked at me, smiling. Her eyes seemed to glimmer in the
dimness, to see right through me. Now I, too, began shifting nervously, and
started to stand up. This was too weird.

        She shook her head. Slowly, I sank back down into my chair. I was
truly nervous now. Her eyes, eyes that I had thought were dark, now seemed
to be a bright, deep, blue. How was that possible?  I blinked again, my eyes
darting away from her, back to the milling crowd in the club. A crowd that
was no longer paying any attention at all to the stunning woman in the
corner. No longer paying attention to me.

        This was weird.

        "I am Leslie", she whispered.

        My eyes went back to her. Why do her eyes look green now? I shook my
head, confused.

        "Um...Diane", I mumbled, my face flaring.

        She just nodded, still smiling.

        "Diane", she said softly, slowly, seeming to savor the taste of my
name as it rolled easily from her lips. Bright red lips. Inviting lips.

        I shuddered violently. What the hell am I thinking, I wondered. This
is getting to far-out for me. I tried to stand, but found a strange 
heaviness
creeping through my body. No, I decided. It's so much easier to just sit 
here
with her. I'll just sit here until I finish my drink, then get up.

        My drink. I looked at it, looked at the clear liquid which filled 
the
glass. I reached out, my arm not wanting to cooperate, and picked the glass
up off the table. It seemed so heavy. With great difficulty, I raised it to
my lips and took a drink. My eyes met hers as my head tilted back.

        I felt my skin begin to crawl. Her eyes now seemed like wheels of
fire, bright red, blazing at me from under those thick dark lashes.

        Without really being aware of it, I lowered my glass back to the
table, my drink untasted. The sounds of the club seemed distant somehow,
and the feeling of heaviness, of lethargy, was increasingly powerful.

        She moved. Her hand came towards me, reaching out to me. Without
thinking, I reached up, my hand moving by itself, and took hers. She stood,
as did I. My body felt like a lead weight, and yet movement now seemed
effortless. Without a word, she guided me slowly through the crowd, which
parted before her. No one seemed to pay us any attention as we walked out
the door. I was led unresisting to a car. A large black car.

        She opened the back door and pointed. I sat down, not knowing why,
my mind seemingly unable to process information on its own. She closed the
door, got in, and started driving.

        I sat in the back like a statue as she drove. I wondered where we
were going, I wondered why we were going there. I wondered about her eyes.
I could not come up with any conclusions, it was too hard to even think.

        The car stopped. I looked out the window. Trees. Nothing but trees.

        A door opened and closed. Another door opening and closing, and she
was beside me in the back seat.

        "You want me", she said softly.

        I stared at her, not really comprehending what she had said. But I
found myself nodding agreement. Her eyes were still bright points of fire,
and I found myself staring into them, trying to figure out what was going 
on.
It was impossible to think clearly. I gave up trying.

        She reached out again. Her hand was between my breasts, gently
holding the material of my maid's costume. Without warning, she pulled
violently, and my costume was ripped from my body.

        Startled, I let out a shriek. She laughed, the sound echoing loudly
in the car's large interior. Feeling as if I had been released from some
dark spell, I suddenly panicked. I was alone in a car with a crazy woman, 
out
in the woods somewhere.

        Oh, my God.

        I screamed as loud as I could as I felt her hands against my 
breasts.
I struggled as she squeezed my nipples, as she burrowed her hand between my
legs, legs held tight together by quivering muscles. I was sobbing as I felt
a slender finger probing at my hidden folds. Folds that were somehow so 
moist
and so hot. Oh, so hot.

        Those bright red lips closed around my left nipple. That slender
finger worked its way deep inside my body. I cried out again, this time with
a mixture of panic, shame, and - pleasure.

        Oh, God. This is turning me on.

        I cried even harder.

        My eyes darted around the darkened interior of the car, looking for
something to distract her, to disable her, to get her the hell off me. All
I could see was the glow of the dash clock.

        11:50 PM.

        My head tipped back against the door and I screamed as Leslie 
brought
me to climax. I was crying like a baby now, humiliated, and yet so - 
aroused.

        She had asked if I wanted her. I had agreed unconsciously. Now she
was taking me, using me, making me - cum.

        Oh, God.

        Her finger pressed against my clit, rubbing furiously. Her mouth
moved from breast to breast, then up my chest, and her sharp teeth began
nibbling at the base of my neck. Her other hand worked its way behind my
head, pulling me closer to her. I cried out again as yet another climax
rippled through my trembling body.

        I was turned on. Lord help me, I was turned on.

        There was a stillness. I peered at her, panting, gasping, wanting 
her
to continue. Those burning eyes stared up at me, unblinking, unwavering,
holding me in an iron grip.

        "You want me", she whispered again.

        I nodded. I knew I was nodding. I said "Yes" in a weak voice.

        She laughed, the sound deafening. Her laughter shook the car,
seeming to come from the very depths of the earth itself. Then she was once
more kissing my throat, fingering my cunt, making me crazy. I gave up all
attempts at resistance as my body responded to her touch.

        My wide eyes darted about aimlessly, and I noticed the dash clock.

        Midnight.

        Her lips brushed lightly over my throat. I moaned with pure ecstacy.

        A sudden, sharp, burning pain erupted from my neck, where Leslie's
face pressed against my skin. A warm feeling, a lightheaded feeling. One
more incredible, blinding orgasm that seemed to erase every last trace of
reality itself as it carried me into the far reaches of ecstacy. I cried out
again, one last shriek of intense pain and unimaginable pleasure.



        I rolled over and looked at the clock radio. Six thirty. Damn. I 
must
have forgotten to set the alarm again.

        Bounding out of bed, I ran into the bathroom. I jumped in the 
shower,
jumped out, and stood before the mirror to do my hair.

        How odd. There was no reflection.

        Puzzled, I reached out and tapped the mirror. Yes, it was there, as
well as the usual reflections of the bathroom itself.

        Where the hell was MY reflection?

        Puzzled, a bit nervous, I did my hair as best I could. I went back
into the bedroom and dressed for work. Outside, I got in my car and tilted
the inside mirror to check my hair. I frowned. No reflection there either.

        What the hell was going on?

        I looked into the mirror again and my mouth went dry.

        A pair of burning red eyes stared back at me. A low, knowing laugh
seemed to echo through my mind.

        My unease grew as I drove to work. Once there, I ran into the
bathroom and looked into the mirror.

        There was a reflection. I sighed with relief.

        My relief turned to horror as my image slowly seemed to change. I 
was
now staring at a woman who seemed very familiar. Her name...name...

        Leslie.

        The party...

        Her eyes...

        Her car....

        The incredible pleasure she had shown me. Pleasure I somehow knew I
would always have at my beck and call, whenever, wherever I wanted it, and
with whoever I wanted it with. Pleasure undreamed of was mine for the 
taking.

        And as her image faded, with my own image failing to reappear, I
became aware of the price that pleasure carried. I stared at the mirror,
now empty but for her smoldering eyes.

        Those eyes burst into flame and she laughed.

        I felt a strange warmth, a sense of release, as I laughed with her.



                                *** THE END ***

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