My name is Bethany, I’m gay, single and ready to mingle.
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I picked up the mail from my doormat as usual. Flicking through the bills, junk mail and flyers, one letter caught my eye. It was addressed to me and marked private and confidential, it stood out from the others because it had a small Halloween pumpkin face on the reverse. Other than that, there was no clue to reveal its origin.
I placed the other letters on the hall-stand and proceeded to open my mysterious letter.
Inside was an invitation to a party. It read, Bethany, you're invited to a Halloween party on Saturday the twenty-seventh of October at The Grange. Dress code - Halloween.
On the invitation were two small check boxes. One box marked trick - bring a change of clothes. On the second box was marked treat - please wax beforehand. Place your tick in the required box and present this invitation at the door.
Intrigued by this mysterious invitation, I guessed this was no ordinary Halloween party. Imagination fired. I was determined not to let this opportunity pass me bye.
Committed to playing along with the Halloween theme I searched the internet for theatrical blood and spray on cobwebs, but concluded that would be far too messy. Instead, I decided to hire a costume. Last thing I wanted was to be singled out by the other ghouls and witches for not complying to the dress code.
The shop assistant gave a cheesy grin when I asked to see something sassy for a Halloween party. She suggested I try the Halloween Red Devil PVC catsuit.
My first thought was, how can they justify a price tag of seventy-five pounds, for a red plastic catsuit, a devil's horn headband?
"Can I try it on?” I asked.
“You’ll have to try it on in the stock room, our changing room has no lights, the bulb has blown.” She said with the charm of a postage stamp.
She led me through the racks of clothes to the stock room, and with another cheesy grin showed me the door. The stockroom was no bigger than a cupboard, and to make matters worse the room was cluttered with dusty old boxes filled with various costume accessories.
I noticed there was no lock on the door, so anybody could walk in. In a feeble attempt to jam the door shut, I wedged a box behind the door and started to remove my clothes. Once down to my knickers, I began to squeeze into the wretched catsuit. Only then did I discover how difficult it was to get into a plastic tight-fitting suit. The moment I undid the front zip and stepped into the leggings I realised this was a task best performed in a cool environment rather than the confines of a hot sticky broom cupboard.
It was that exact moment the shop assistant pushed past my makeshift cardboard doorstop and came swanning into the room carrying a large mirror. She caught me hopping around on one foot with the suit wrapped around my knees, topless in my knickers. I had no choice but to try and look dignified, while desperately trying not to fall on my arse and look a complete idiot.
“Would you mind turning your back for a moment please?” I blurted.
She turned her back and pretended to look through some boxes while I steadied myself and eased the skin-tight suit over my hips and up over my shoulders. I adjusted the suit to accentuate my breasts before zipping it up. It felt rather comfortable and very sexy.
Turning her head, the assistant asked, “I bought you a mirror, are you sure you wouldn’t like a hand with that?”
“No....really, I’m fine.”
By now she had half turned towards me, catching an eyeful of my tits as she held the mirror waiting for my approval. Looking in the mirror I could see the suit fitted me like a second skin and judging by the assistant’s reaction to my nipples, it was obvious this little number would clearly have the desired effect. Oh yes, this’ll do nicely.
“Perfect, I’ll take it.”
Having made my purchase, I had a few days to wait until the party. It also gave me time to ponder and choose which box to place my tick. Mmm, trick or treat, thats a good question?
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Keeping my long winter coat buttoned right up over my catsuit, I nervously rang the doorbell of the Grange and waited in anticipation to be greeted. My knees buckled slightly as the door opened. I was greeted by a very attractive woman with jet black hair wearing a long cloak fastened around her neck with a pretty silver clasp.