It was the beginning of October in my Junior year of college, and I already needed something to get my mind off of the madness of my studies. Since the semester started, I hadn't even thought of the word fun, as it seemed so far out of reach. Halloween was just around the corner though, so I planned for it to be the night I'd stretch out, and walk amongst the living.
I knew of this club a town over from where I grew up. They have a function hall on the other side of the building, which I had been too all of once for someone's wedding reception, but had noticed the night club side of it, though I wasn't quite sure what it was at the time. I heard of their Halloween costume contest, so I read some reviews for the place online. There were a large number of people who labeled this place a “meat market” but also mentioned their theme nights, with Halloween being at the top of those lists. With having to spend so much time with my face in books, I couldn't even begin to research anywhere else, so I just decided to go there and start picking out my costume.
Opening up Google, I typed “sexy male costumes,” and scoured every site for something good. There were way too many different costumes that popped up, and I didn't have the capacity to sift through them all. I refined my search, and typed in “Superhero,” and started looking at what they had to offer. Everything was sold out, except this red, skin-tight “The Flash” costume. I could have continued to look, but all this researching and reviews were sucking the fun right out of the idea of it all and it was cheap enough, so I looked at their size chart to see which would fit me best, and ordered it.
About a week before Halloween, my costume arrived. I didn't even bother to open it. I was too focused on getting all my assignments done, so I could have a stress free night. The week finally ended, and it was Saturday. From what the reviews said, this was the night to go. Opening my bag, I pulled out the package with my costume in it.
Man, was this thing was bright red and tight. I took off my clothes and slid into it. I filled thing this out in every sense of the imagination, but I wasn't too phased by that. I was in great shape and had nothing to worry about otherwise, I just hoped that it wouldn't be seen as too obscene and denied entrance. Never-the-less, I got myself ready and embarked on my night. Nothing was going to stop me from having fun.
I got there around 10pm, with a twenty dollar bill for the door fee, my license and credit card. There were no pockets, so I couldn't bring my wallet. I ended up tucking the card and license inside the head piece, since that was the only place I could put them. The bounce checked my I.D. and gave a once over, and with a shake of his head, told me “you're good.”
I could swear that I felt eyes on me, being practically naked and all, but I hoped that at least one set of those eyes checking me out, would be intrigued. This place was a “meat market” after-all, and what better way to get attention than a skin-tight, bright red suit.
The club was as dark as I thought it would be, but the outside walls were lit just enough. The dance floor was already filling up quick, but I wanted to wait until I had a few drinks in me before I stepped foot out there. It felt like my first appearance in the major leagues. I had been familiar and comfortable with the lower league, but this was the big time. Yeah, I went to a few bars and such once I was twenty-one, but nothing like this. The room was filled with people mostly older than myself, more experienced than myself, but hoped that after a few drinks, I could blend right in.
The first hour was mostly uneventful. I spent it sitting at the bar, tossing smiles at a few women here and there, but mostly kicking back a few shots, and sipping a mixed drinks. Slowly, all that liquor started to kick in, and I began feeling looser. Standing up from my stool proved to me that I was ready, as it wasn't as easy as it should have been. I knew to cut myself off from another drink for a while and walked out to the dance floor to dance off some of my buzz.
I spotted this woman immediately. She had dark long hair, pretty face, and beautiful curves; it was a teacher I had in high school. I had such the crush on her back then, and though she was a few years older -as was I- she was still just as sexy. She wore this skin-tight black dress with little points on the bottom and a witches hat. Her legs were dressed in black stockings, that gracefully entered black heels. She was dancing by herself, and my liquid courage put the thought in my head to go say hello. I walked right in front of her and began to dance to her rhythm.
“Ms. Cane! How are you?”
“Splendid! And how are you?” she asked curiously, looking for a name.
“Do you remember me? It's Travis Vasquez!” I shouted over the music.
“What?! I certainly do! You got moves, Travis!”
“Yeah? And look at you! Shake that thing!” I encouraged her, which made us both laugh.
“We'll grab a seat after this song! But for now, let's dance!” she yelled as we got closer, and danced.
After the song ended, she grabbed my hand and lead me off the dance floor to the bar. I got one more mixed drink, and paid for hers, then we found a booth off in the corner. She asked me about my life since school, and I told her about college and the sports I was involved in. We talked about some of our memories from when I was in her class, and I told her how much I missed her as a teacher.
“So, you actually enjoyed my class, huh?”
“Oh, yeah! At first, I thought you were strict, and that you were going to be like your costume,” I joked and laughed “but quickly found out that your personality matched more of your beauty!” I said as I winked, and took another sip.
“Oh! You're going to have this old lady blushing,” she said as she blushed.
“As soon as I stepped on the floor, I saw you.