You are waiting impatiently for me to come out of the bedroom having been banished until I am finished getting ready for the costume party. You look at your watch knowing that we need to leave soon when you hear the door open.
Turning, you start to say something and stop, staring. I’ve transformed myself into a dark gypsy, all purples and blacks and sequins and beads.
“How do I look?” I ask with a smirk.
“How about we skip the party and stay home?” you reply.
“Ha!” I swish past you and twirl in the middle of the room. “I’m going to win the prize and then, maybe, we’ll come home for a little black magic of my own.”
Huffing, you grab the keys and head for the door. As I walk past you, I grab your ass and kiss you hard. I feel you get hard and I smile as I pull away.
At the party I wander off and you keep getting glimpses of me here and there. But, when you get there, I’m gone. Then I sneak behind you and whisper, “Did you vote for me yet?” And am gone again.
Wandering over to the voting table, you see me across the room, laughing and flirting. I catch your eye, eyes flashing, and blow you a kiss. You stop a beat and I wave you on toward the table. “Vote,” I mouth to you.
You wait in line and as you are writing down my name, I am suddenly next to you, peering over your shoulder. I smile that you have indeed voted for me and give you a kiss. After you have handed over the ballot, I pull you away towards the bathroom.
As we get there, someone is leaving and I pull you in and lock the door. I point to the floor and you look confused for a moment. And then I lift the skirt to reveal that there is nothing underneath. I lean against the vanity and point again.
You drop to your knees and start licking and sucking. The music outside is loud enough to cover the noise, just barely, and I hold your hair tightly to keep you where it feels best. Someone knocks and I reply, “Occupied!”
“I know! But they are calling your name for the costume contest.” I giggle and drop my skirt. “Coming!”