The Absurd Halloween Costume Party

Okay, this is a super-short Halloween comedy-tragedy that I wrote some time ago. A tragedy, in that I'm publishing it, but it's been sitting around and it is October. Enjoy.

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The guys and gals at Brighter Media were a close-knit bunch, and all of us were young and hungry to build a name for ourselves in creative media. We served mainly as an advertising agency, while also engaging in short film projects for corporations, venture capitalists, and even some up-and-coming filmmakers.

Every year, the company held an in-house party on the Friday of Halloween week. It was the only day when Ben and Henry Brighter, the owners, allowed alcohol. A lot of high quality food was catered in, too, so it's a pretty big deal. In short, this is way bigger than the Christmas party. Everyone dresses in costumes, and the party always ends with a 'Best Costume' contest. I'd been with the company for two years, and both times I'd been, Don Hutchinson won that award.

Olivia Mays figured the only reason Henry and Ben allowed this annual office party to exist is because one or two of the girls inevitably dresses in a sexy costume. Last year, I almost did, coming as a sexy witch, but I chickened out at the least minute. The girl who shares my cubicle came dressed as a Hooters waitress, though.

This year, Amanda Wilkins brought up the idea for a new contest, something like a Secret Santa of costume contests. There were six men and six women in the company exactly, so it was easy to sell everyone on the idea. Each man would select one costume for a girl to wear, and each woman would choose a male costume. We would each write our choices, and then shuffle the cards, randomly assigning them by gender. No doubt, this would serve as an excuse to embarrass our colleagues, and push the envelope on our good-natured fun.

Amanda and June guessed that all the men would pick "sexy outfits" for us ladies to wear. We were all prepared for that, and frankly, we all could get away with it. Like I said, I almost mustered the courage to do it last year myself. I'm sure not one of us objected to the idea, and it was an easy sacrifice to make, knowing we got to choose costumes for the men to wear.

All of us committed to coming up with absurd ideas, too. Lillith picked "Baby Huey" for her choice, while I came up with "Fabulous Hair Dresser." Most of the guys in the company are macho and sporty, so these choices were going to be a hoot to witness. Dressing as a sexy cheerleader - or some such lame thing the boys might drum up - would be worth any mild embarrassment, just to see them in these highly emasculating outfits.

We were all gathered in the meeting room and had finished writing down our choices on index cards. Dan Turner collected the ones from the men and handed them over to Amanda. She passed ours to him. "No going back on this, right?" Amanda asked. "We won't have you boys chickening out."

Dan sighed. Ted Jennings and Frank Smothers were standing behind him, chuckling. "So long as you girls don't chicken out, either. Do we have your word?"

I nodded, along with others in the room, when Amanda and Dan shook hands, committing on behalf of both sexes. So imagine my disgust when I read the words on the card in my hand. It was so ridiculous, it couldn't be right. I'm not sure it even could be considered a costume. Before I got a chance to protest, Amanda screamed out, "Lady Godiva! Oh, come on, this is ridiculous."

"Wait a minute," said Penny Tilhurst, one of our best graphic artists. She is quiet, and usually keeps to herself. "Mine says Lady Godiva, too. She's that naked woman, who protested her husband's taxes. Rode on a horse, right?"

"That's right," said June, stepping forward. "And my card says it, too. Dan, you can't make us all go as Lady Godiva!"

"Uh, we all wrote down our own choices," he retorted. "There aren't any rules about you guys wearing the same costumes."

"Costumes?" screamed Penny. "There's NO clothing. NO costumes!"

"At least you won't have to spend much money on it, then."

I could tell Penny wanted to slap Dan, but I interrupted. "Do all of yours say Lady Godiva?" I asked, dumbfounded, to the other girls. They all nodded. I paused, fuming. "Well, mine says 'Cum-Loving Slut!'" I screamed, pounding my fist on the table. "You expect me to come dressed as a slut? What does that even mean?"

Amanda rolled her eyes at Dan. "Really, guys?"

Ben spoke up, "I wonder which will be sexier. Coming as a slut, or Lady Godiva? Interesting to see who will win the costume contest."

I noticed the other women giving each other evil glances, while the men murmured among themselves. I couldn't believe this. We were stuck. We had to go through with the challenge. I turned to Amanda. "What the hell am I supposed to wear?"

"What are YOU worried about, Wendy" she huffed. "At least you get to wear something."

"Oh, bullshit, Amanda. Dressing like a 'cum-loving slut' is a lot more fucking humiliating than going naked."

"Then just go naked."

"Yeah, but then I'll be disqualified from winning."

"Who gives a fuck? Do you wanna trade cards?"

No, I didn't. I wanted to prove that those men crossed the line. It took me an hour to convert an old pair of jeans into extremely skimpy and torn daisy dukes. They rode high up my ass, and the tear in the crotch proved I wasn't wearing panties. At first, I teetered with wearing something that would push my tits way up, but I settled on a half-cup corset and a sheer blouse over it. I wore my hair back so it wouldn't interfere with showing off my tits. Lastly, I concocted a mixture of flour and water and baking soda and made a paste. Throwing in a touch of vegetable glycerine gave it the sheen it needed, and after applying it on several areas of my face and cleavage, my costume was finished. I truly looked like a cum-loving slut.

Fuck those guys for making me do this, I thought, for making me go through with this. I arrived early the morning of the party, before any of the others. After racing through my emails, I went back to the entrance and knelt down on my knees, perched on the floor. I practiced opening my mouth. I even practiced my script. "Can I have your cock? Please? Will you cum on my tits? In my mouth? Please, let me have your cock!"

I was really getting into character, determined to prove to other girls how degrading this request was. Completely unprofessional of the office, I thought. It's one thing to ask a lady to play the role of Lady Godiva. It's another thing entirely to ask a girl to play the role of a cum-loving slut. Ted Jennings was the first to enter the building, wearing a cheerleader outfit. "Give me your cock, please!" I begged, loudly, pushing my tits up.

"Holy shit! You really are in character."

And I had no intention of breaking it. "Use my mouth!" I screamed, opening wide, while I stayed perched on my knees.

I'm not sure what type of reaction I should have expected, but seconds later, Ted was stuffing his fat cock in my mouth. Determined not to break character, I worked it like a porn star, not even stopping when Amanda, Penny and Dan walked in. As expected, Amanda and Penny were buck naked (lucky them), while Dan was dressed in a big cloth diaper and bonnet.

"Shoot it in my mouth!" I cried out, making sure I drew everyone's attention. I had every intention of accomplishing two things. One, winning the costume contest and two, proving that they had crossed a line. No one should be request such a lewd 'costume' for the party. "Don't you turn away!" I pointed to Dan. "You're next!"

The girls laughed at my dedicated performance, just as Olivia strolled in, adding one more naked woman in the room. "Jesus, she went straight to business," Olivia gasped. "Okay, we get it, Wendy. You win the contest. At least you had something to work with. All we could do is undress."

"I think you all look great," said Ted, then looking back to me. "But so far, Wendy's put more oomph in the character development."

"What do you want me to do?" cried Penny. "Blow a horse?"

"Hey, at least you don't have to beg for cock all day!" I sniped.

"Wendy, I would love to, but my character won't allow it! I can only protest taxes!"

Dan was dropping his costumed diapers while Penny ranted on about how it was unfair all the other girls had to dress as the same character. I suppose she was right. Maybe my character did have a winning quality.