Halloween Costumes

The girls were speechless for a few seconds when Kelsey brought up the idea.

"Are you kidding?" Heather finally asked, as Brittany resumed filing her nails and staring at Kelsey with one eyebrow raised.

"Hey," Kelsey said in response, "I didn't have to cut you guys in on this. But there's three prizes, so I figure why not share it around?"

"But...Rob?" Heather shook her head in disbelief. "He's a creep!"

"Exactly," Kelsey said. "No one can stand him - so no one else from work will be there."

Brittany leaned in to have a closer look at the flyer. It was inviting them to their workmate's annual Halloween party that Saturday night - in big bright letters, it proclaimed "PRIZES FOR SEXIEST COSTUME!"

"So what?" Brittany said. "I don't care how much the prize is. I've got plans."

"Look closer," Kelsey said, gesturing to the bottom of the invitation, and smiling as Brittany's eyes widened in shock.

There was a long pause, as the girls processed the information in front of them. The flyer was offering more than ten thousand dollars worth of prizes for "the most erotic costumes".

"Is this for real?" Heather said, and Kelsey earnestly nodded in response.

The three girls had worked together for almost two years, in a company that was now openly being referred to as a sinking ship, even by its employees. Their three largest clients, who collectively made up more than 60% of the firm's income, had recently gone bankrupt, and the economic downturn had meant that they were unable to find business to replace them.

Within six months, the vast majority of employees would be terminated, and no one realistically expected the company to survive more than a year.

"You remember when Rob was trying to talk to us about his grandma?"

"I thought that was just an excuse to cry on our boobs..."

"Nope," Kelsey said. "Turns out the old lady was loaded - he's a millionaire now, at least. And the party's apparently going to be pretty great."

"Yeah, but still..."

Kelsey rolled her eyes at Heather's hesitancy. She gestured at the young woman's outfit - Heather was a stunning redhead, who went to the gym daily and didn't want her efforts to go to waste. That morning, she was dressed in a tight skirt that emphasized her firm butt and long, toned legs. Her ensemble was topped off with a button-up blouse that didn't show any cleavage, but still accentuated the shape of her pert B-cup breasts.

"Oh come on," Heather said. "You want to pick on what I'm wearing? Look at Britt!"

Instead of being insulted, Brittany just slowly smiled, and leaned further forward. As the company's secretary, she often joked that she was the first thing that prospective clients saw, and that she should "put on a good front". Her dirty-blonde, teased hair was always loose, framing her face and resting gently on her ever-exposed DD cleavage.

When Brittany had started working with Kelsey and Heather, they'd been wary of her showy looks and flirty attitude, but they quickly learned that there was a genuinely sweet and kind girl behind it. And while she wasn't above showing off her assets and teasing their male co-workers, she never let it go any further than that.

"I could just wear this," she drawled.

"No," Kelsey said firmly. "That's the thing - with these kinds of prizes, everyone is going to be dressing a little bit slutty. If we want the money, we have to go all out..."

###

Two days later, Kelsey was pulling up outside Brittany's house in her car, praying it would last long enough to get them to the party. She looked down at her costume and gulped - the others had asked several times if she was sure she knew what she was doing. She wasn't, but she'd faked a grin, and nodded in response.

In truth, Kelsey was extraordinarily uncomfortable with any kind of public exposure. She had a nice figure, but had always covered it up at the office - and, truth be told, everywhere else that she went. In high school she'd been a shy and nerdy girl, and she'd never really grown out of it - the idea of showing up to a party dressed like a skank was one of the most terrifying things she could imagine.

But she needed the money. Urgently. As soon as she'd finished high school, the brunette had been accepted into a prestigious graphic design college, and while scholarship had helped with part of the payment, she was now swimming in student loans. She'd never been good with money, and had spent the last five years relying on credit cards - interest had started coming out of her ears, and even with her well-paying job, she was so deep in debt that she could barely even afford to eat.

Kelsey had offered to drive everyone to the party in the hope that her friends would offer to chip in for petrol, so she could use the money to get a decent meal. She had good reason to want the prize money so desperately - it wouldn't solve her problems, but it would definitely help - and so the normally-conservative dresser had really pulled out all the stops.

On the walk to Brittany's front door, Kelsey silently prayed that no one was watching. She had no idea how she was going to survive the party long enough to win the prize.

Heather answered Kelsey's knock - she'd gone around earlier that day to get help with her costume.

"Oh, god..." Kelsey said in response to Heather's shocked stare. "Is it that bad?"

"Girl..." Heather answered. "I had no idea...you are HOT!"

Kelsey was wearing nothing but a nude-colored body stocking, and had used her artistic skills to draw tattoos all over it. She'd been working with Rob for a few years and felt that she knew his type: a mailbox mix-up six months earlier had revealed that he subscribed to a number of magazines with nude, heavily-tattooed women on the front.

She was covered with lewd words, illustrations of graphic sex acts, and the most perverted images she could think of. Her arms were covered in spiderwebs, dripping with what she hoped would be interpreted not as dew, but droplets of cum - to emphasize the imagery, the spiders that covered her thin arms were creatively-drawn cocks with legs. On her chest were interracial couples in various sexual positions - her nipples were covered with the blonde white girl getting a facial, and a black girl taking it up the ass from a huge, muscular white man.

Her back was covered with one huge art-work: a naked demon priestess, oozing cum out of every orifice. Her naked red breasts were pierced, a black bar through each nipple, and she was reaching down to spread her pussy-lips, a hungry look on her face.

Kelsey's legs were lined with drawings of hard cocks, spurting their seed triumphantly. On each foot was an image of a woman, naked except her high heels, and on her ass was a sailor princess flashing her butt to anyone who would see.

To top it all off, on each of her nipples, her belly button and her pussy, she'd drawn a piercing, using a 3D effect that she was quite proud of, and on her head Kelsey was wearing a bald-cap, also covered in lewd tattoos. Except for her face, every inch of Kelsey's body was covered in the most offensive and sexual tattoos she could imagine.

Heather's comment was not referring to Kelsey's tattoos, however, but the girl's figure - Heather had never seen her workmate in anything more revealing than a thick woolen sweater, and for the first time she realized that Kelsey was just as fit as the two girls that she called friends.

I might actually have some competition for this thing, she thought, before inviting Kelsey inside.

"Where's yours?" Kelsey asked, and Heather laughed.

"Just putting the last touches on it now. Hey, can you help me with my make-up? Yours is fantastic."

"Of course."

Kelsey had covered her face in the heaviest, sluttiest make-up she could manage. Normally not one to wear more than a dab of concealer, she'd had to spend almost an hour online, watching tutorials.

"Kelsey!" Brittany squealed as the two entered the room, and now it was Kelsey's turn to gawk.

The receptionist had really taken the suggestion to "go all out" onboard. She towered over the graphic designer, having forced her feet into six-inch heels. Her skirt was so short that with every step, her ass-cheeks were exposed to anyone standing behind her, and her legs were covered with the criss-cross of fishnet stockings.

Her top half, however, was what had drawn Kelsey's attention. Brittany was obviously not wearing a bra, and had a white T-shirt on so tightly that her nipples were clearly visible. On the front, in big back letters, was written "Gangbang Queen" - though it was hard to read, as the entire front of the T-shirt - and Brittany's face - was coated in what looked like cum.

"Jesus, Britt..." Kelsey said, her eyes boggling.

"You like?" Brittany said with a grin. Kelsey had known that her friend had slight exhibitionist tendencies, but she hadn't expected something as extreme as this...Of course, she reflected, considering what I'm wearing, who am I to judge?

"I figure when the company starts downsizing, the receptionist isn't going to be a high priority - I might as well make money while I can, right?"

"I guess..." Kelsey replied, suddenly regretting her decision to invite her friends to the party. She'd expected to be a shoe-in for the prize, but even though Kelsey had no interest in women, even she couldn't take her eyes off Britt's chest.

"Besides," Brittany said with a cheeky grin, "I've had this shirt forever and never had a chance to wear it before. Check it out!"

Brittany did a spin - an impressive feat, considering her heels - and Kelsey read the back of the shirt - "Cumslut".

She threw a look at Heather, who rolled her eyes and smiled.

"She's kidding. We made the shirt today."

"And the..."

"It's icing sugar," Brittany said, scraping a tiny part out and moving it to her mouth with a smile. "The heels are mine though, and I really never do get to wear them. We just finished Heather's costume - you're never going to believe it."

"I'm sure I won't," Kelsey replied.

###

Kelsey's chances of winning the prize seemed to move even further away as she helped Heather get ready. The saleswoman, counting on none of her other workmates being there, had pushed the limits as far as she was able. To compensate for her relatively small breasts, she'd made a fake pair that were bigger than her head, and looked even larger on her fit frame.

Underneath her dress, she was wearing a pair of latex shorts, with a photo crudely attached to the front and back. Whenever she lifted up her dress, it looked as though she was exposing herself - but instead of a normal set of genitals, the photos were of stretched, gaping orifices - an already-wide pussy that she'd photoshopped to look as though you could drive a car through, complete with pussy-rings. Similarly, on her ass she wore a photo of a asshole that looked like it had taken an entire midget inside of it.

If you stared at it for too long it was obviously a photo, but as long as Heather never let anyone see the images for more than a second, it appeared that she was the ultimate size-queen.

"I considered making a shirt saying "I like 'em big", but I didn't want steal Brittany's schtick, y'know?"

"Uh huh," Kelsey replied, carefully adding the last of Heather's make-up. "Okay, you're all done."

"This is the last one," Brittany said, moving her mouth back to the over-sized blow-up dildo. Heather picked up the other six enormous fake dildos and butt-plugs laying around the floor, and put them in a basket.

"Let's go!"

As the three moved toward the door, Brittany added the final touch to her outfit - a SLUT choker - and the trio were soon in Kelsey's car, on their way to the party..

"I've got to ask," Kelsey to Brittany, the blonde's skirt riding up so high that it exposed her underwear. "Where did you get that skirt?"

"What are you talking about?" Brittany replied, a confused look upon her face. "This is just my clubbing outfit..."

###

The drive to the party started awkwardly, as each of the girls suddenly became aware of the outfits that they were wearing in public. Soon, though, they began to gossip about their management's latest terrible decisions, and the rumours flying around that they might not even have their jobs for six more weeks, let alone six more months, and as they were reminded of why they were doing what they were doing, they relaxed and began to look forward to the party.

###

A look of awe spread across the faces of all three girls as they entered. Rob really had spared no expense - the room was well-decorated, there was Halloween-themed finger-food everywhere, and he'd even splashed out for an open bar. If she wasn't dressed as a grotesque parody of a sexual fetish she found repugnant, Kelsey may have even been able to enjoy herself.

But she'd volunteered to drive, so couldn't even get drunk.

"Well," Brittany said, clearly unperturbed by the stares she was getting for her slutty outfit, "we're here! May as well enjoy ourselves!"

"You go on ahead," Heather said. "I'm going to hang back with Kels for a while."

As the bubbly blonde bounced her way into the party, Heather turned to Kelsey.

"Are you all right?"

"I'm fine," Kelsey replied, forcing a grin onto her face. "Just a bit - well, y'know."

"Shy?"

"Yeah."

There was a pause, as the two girls watched the throbbing mass of bodies in front of them, occasionally spotting Brittany's blonde hair popping up above the crowd.

"Do you think I went overboard?" Kelsey suddenly asked, and Heather shook her head.

"Look at me," she said, flashing Kelsey and getting a laugh in response. "Besides, check out the competition - one of us is a shoe-in. That money is as good as ours."

Heather was right. The party was full of sexy nurses, teachers, students, cat-girls...even a few whores, bimbos and Playboy Bunnies. But no one had gone to the efforts of Kelsey and her co-workers, and their extreme outfits were even earning them a few dirty looks.

Kelsey relaxed slightly, and Heather put her arm around her.

"You look great, seriously. Have you ever considered getting inked for real?"

"I've thought about it," Kelsey answered. "But I'm terrified of needles. Oh, god..."

The graphic designer went white as a familiar face approached, a huge grin on his face.

"Heather! Kathy! You made it!!"

"It's Kelsey," she murmured in response, but the music was too loud for Rob to hear her.

"These costumes...wow. Just...wow. You guys are...yeah, there's no other word for it: wow."

"Brittany's here too," Heather replied, as coolly as she could.

"Yeah I saw! Good to see that she's finally embracing her true self, hey Kathy?" Rob said with a broad wink.

"When are the prizes being announced?"

"At midnight, of course! Check out the trophies - I got them from this cool occult store downtown!"

Kelsey looked at where Rob was pointing, and saw three trophies standing on a pedestal in the centre of the room. The way the disco light shone onto them gave them a strange glow, and for reasons she couldn't explain, a chill ran down her back at the sight of them.

"Wow," she said flatly in response, getting another laugh out of Rob.

"Anyway, I'll see you guys later! Enjoy the party!"

###

For Kelsey, the two hours she had to wait until midnight seemed to last a thousand years. Worst of all, while she'd been correct in her prediction that no other females from the office would be there, she hadn't realized that a party with free booze and "prizes for most erotic costume" would be a beacon to the males in her office.

Within the first half-hour, she managed to narrowly avoid being seen by five different co-workers. Unfortunately, after that, Brittany came to find her - and Brittany had no compunctions about being spotted.

"Kels!" she cried out from across the room. "Look who's here! It's Mark from accounting!"

"Kelsey??" Mark said, staring at her in shock. "Kelsey...is that really you??"

"Hi Mark," Kelsey said, avoiding eye contact. "Enjoying the party?"

"Yeah, I...wow. Can I get you a drink?"

"It's an open bar," Kelsey said flatly.

"I'll take one! Just a beer, thanks Mark," Brittany interrupted, and grinned through her mock-cum at Kelsey. "Always let them buy you a drink, even if it's free - it's habit-forming."

"I thought you didn't date co-workers."

"I don't...that doesn't mean I don't let them buy me drinks. I haven't paid for a drink in over a year now."

Mark returned and accepted Brittany's offer to dance, leaving Kelsey alone with the finger-food once more. Her skull-cap was itchy, her legs were tired, and her co-workers hadn't offered to chip in for petrol, so she leaned on the table and ate as many of the snacks as she could stomach. Finally midnight rolled around, and a clearly inebriated Rob stood up to announce the winners.

"First of all," he slurred, "I want to have everyone for coming. We should thank one of these every year!"

The crowd was, on average, just as drunk as Rob, and they cheered at the suggestion, growing silent once more as he prepared to read out the winners.

"In third place, for creativity, boldness and being fucking sexy, it's my dear friend and co-worker...Heather!"

The girls had reconvened near the stage, in preparation for the prizes that they knew were theirs. Kelsey and Brittany congratulated Heather as she got pulled up on-stage by Rob, who handed her the mike.

"Free dildos for everyone!" she cried, throwing her basket of inflatables into the crowd. Heather wasn't the most drunk person there, but she certainly wasn't dragging down the average.

As Heather clutched the trophy to her chest, a strange sense of unease came across Kelsey once more. A part of her wanted to shout out a warning, to say "don't touch it!", but the rational side of her brain silenced the impulse, and she listened closely as Rob announced second place.

"This one was tricky, I'm not going to lie. But she let me taste it and it was delicious and so I'm giving her second place! Brittany!!"

Brittany managed to stumble her way on-stage, and gave Rob a big kiss as a thanks - this would normally have been incredibly out of character for Britt, but as she pulled away, Kelsey had to work to stifle a laugh - Rob's face looked like it was covered in dried semen, and he was too drunk to notice.

She was so busy staring at the amusing sight that she almost missed what Rob said next.

"Kathy! Is Kathy here?"

Kelsey was tired and cranky and disappointed, and if Heather hadn't leaned over to correct the host of the party, she may not have registered that she, in fact, was the "Kathy" that Rob was referring to.

"Kelsey!" Rob corrected with a hiccup, and Kelsey walked on-stage to collect her prize, a huge grin on her face.

###

The next morning, Kelsey awoke with a spring in her step. It wasn't only the fact that she was many thousands of dollars richer, it was something else, something indefinable. Perhaps it was the fact that she'd come up with a plan, followed through, and it had paid off. Perhaps it was the cheers from the crowd as she'd stood up to collect her trophy. Perhaps it was the fact that she'd worn slutty outfits for a whole night - in front of at least a dozen people she knew - and lived to tell the tale.

Not, of course, that it was a tale she'd ever be telling.

As she looked around the room, she almost jumped at the sight of her trophy. She didn't know why it gave her the creeps, still, but it did. Even now, gleaming in the morning light, something about it didn't seem right.

She wanted to throw it out and never look at it again, but she forced herself to quash the instinct. If she'd been listening to her fears she never would have dressed up, gone to the party, and won the better part of ten thousand dollars. The pile of cash was sitting on the chair next to the trophy, and Kelsey looked at it and smiled.