Roxanne Blake peered from behind the curtains, watching her party guests pour onto the lawn. The manicured grounds were perfect for the party ahead. Potted plants lined the cobblestone walkway and would later be bright with the jack-o'-lanterns scattered along the pathway. The property quickly became decorated with costumes indicative of the holiday, and Roxanne couldn't help but think about the tricks and treats that the night ahead held.
Roxanne spotted Becky. Watching the way her friend moved with her short legs outrunning her body, Roxanne laughed out loud. With her latest man in tow, Becky walked swiftly, never bothering to look over her shoulder with so much as a flirtatious grin. He looked pretty cute from where Roxanne stood, but her view was limited by the oak tree directly in front of the window.
Becky's flame was dressed in Batman duds, so a true evaluation of how cute he might be was dictated by the great package in the front. It was pressing through the costume without any reservations. Roxanne sighed before setting the binoculars down on her dressing table. Becky must have picked the costume out. "Reminder to self: Tell Becky best friends always share," she called out to an empty room and began straightening up the evidence left behind by a woman who had been on a maddening mission to dress up perfection.
Roxanne loved a good party--especially when she was the one in control of the guest list. When she wasn't the one controlling the invitations, there wasn't anyone in the world any better at it than Becky. The girls always made sure that the women were outnumbered by at least five to one and took care to invite the most eligible bachelors in the area. Not to mention an occasional married man here or there just to tempt the poor guys with sinful pleasures and to spite the women who married them.
Becky had been Roxanne's best friend since they were both eight years old, and the girls had been hell on wheels since meeting one another. They loved trouble, and if it wasn't following them, they were chasing it down. It had always been that way with the two of them. They were thrill-seekers, and they made sure there were plenty of thrills to find.
Even as they aged, they still pursued the next adventure, the next big turn-on, and they loved to throw a talk-of-the-town party. It was Halloween, so it was the perfect time to throw a Roxanne and Becky extravaganza.
After one hundred invitations were signed, sealed, and delivered, another few went out the door, too, because the girls always thought of someone else to invite. No one could be left out when they decided to party. By the time night rolled around, two hundred guests were expected to flood the Blake home.
As the party began, it was obvious to Roxanne that there would be plenty of men for the taking and she silently congratulated herself for still having the "It" factor. She knew she had it. She was a man magnet--and why wouldn't she be? Roxanne offered men more than they could possibly find anywhere else and made no apologies for being what some would call a "loose girl."
Roxanne needed to meet someone who fulfilled her every need. She turned away from the view on her lawn long enough to check out her ass in the mirror. She'd put on a few pounds recently, but she thought her tush looked better than it ever had. Great for the push, she thought. If she could only find someone to help her out with her sexual thoughts ASAP, then the party would be a great success.
"There you are!" Becky popped her head through the doorway, looking perky in her cheerleading costume. "The hostess should be at the door greeting the guests."
Roxanne laughed. "Yes, darling, but this hostess is checking out the meat market from the best seat in the house. I want to see which man is going to have my undying attention tonight." She pointed to the binoculars. "Care to inspect their goods before they enter our haunted web?"
Becky pulled on her friend's arm to lead her to the awaiting party. "Come on. There are plenty of men ready to make you their next big-boy toy, but they're downstairs. You can't get up close and personal with a hot, horny hunk all the way up here. Get your ass moving so you can find Mr. Right."
Roxanne moaned. "Why can't you just find one that needs to get laid and tell him I'm bent over the balcony railing waiting for him?" She purred before she flashed pearly whites. "I could use a good, hard dick about right now."
Becky rolled her eyes. "When don't you want a good stiff one?"
Roxanne stopped her pursuit forward and pulled her friend back. "You know, you make a pretty good point. Maybe there is something wrong with me." She looked at Becky through empty eyes before bursting into hysterics.
They laughed as they walked down the spiral steps leading to the party. "So, friend, what's your pleasure? We have Zorro, Batman, Robin, Tarzan, The Scary Green Thing walking around, or The Ghost, who, I'm sure, has your center warming as we speak. I know you. You're already thinking sex, so I can imagine what seeing a sheet is doing for you." The words tumbled from still lips behind a smile that never broke.
The perky, little dressed-up cheerleader taunted Roxanne with provocative glances and cute suggestions. "Now, let's think about this for a second." She paused, lowered her voice, and whispered, "Who is dressed for success? Who here looks as if they're here for the mere purpose of getting fucked?" She let out a half-squeal and a distorted giggle. Some would have mistaken it for a ghastly sound appropriate for the holiday.
Stopping on a landing that divided two sections of steps, the girls checked out all of their guests from high above the foyer and living area. Everyone had gone the extra mile to find great-looking costumes. Roxanne's get-up, a sexy mobster woman outfit, looked hot enough to ignite the flames of hell, but she was trying to keep her ego in check. She bought the costume portion, which was nothing more than a pinstripe suit made of black and white spandex, at a local Halloween Shoppe. The one-piece dress came down to right below the crotch, leaving very little to the imagination, just the way she liked it.
Roxanne wore no pantyhose--she certainly didn't need them for support--and, besides, her legs were tanned. Spiked heels showed off long legs, and the whole costume screamed "sex." She toted a mini-Uzi, which was made of plastic, and her gangster hat would have made "Bugsy" Siegel jealous. She was one hot mobster momma, and no one had to tell her as much.
When she entered the room, the young woman caught a lot of whistles. Since she had everyone's attention, she wasted no time in welcoming her guests. "I want to thank everyone for coming tonight." She stopped and took her time tracing her candy apple-shaded lips with a daring tongue. "We're going to have a delicious time. If you like football, the guest house is open and you'll find beer on tap and munchies waiting for you." She looked around at some of the men in the room and added, "There, you can watch as the Dallas Cowboys get their asses stomped by San Diego." Laughter filled the room while she quickly added, "And what nice asses they all have."
"For everyone else who is here for a party, the music is phenomenal. We have Dire Need with us tonight out by the pool. Ladies, the lead singer will get you so wet that you won't be interested in swimming. That's a promise." She purred as she said it, and Becky took over the floor.
"Of course, those of you who want to swim are welcome to do so, and the hot tub is always nice if the cool air gets the best of you." This time of year sported unpredictable weather, but after a scorching eighty-nine degrees earlier in the day, it was likely the pool would be a welcome area of the party until night enveloped them all. Then, the hot tub would be the hub of sexual bliss, transforming into a showcase of topless, parading females and males with perpetual hard-ons.
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