Page 29 of Hallow’s Eve
Before I knew it, Hallow put the tiger mask back over my head, took me by the balled-up dress at my wrist and led me down the stairs. At the bottom of them, he picked me up. He strode through the people all humping each other until we got to an opening. Placing me on my feet, Hallow took the dress and tore until it came off my wrists. He laid the dress out on the soft shag carpet.
I imagined he’d sit down and bring me on top of him, like I noticed a lot of couples were positioned, but Hallow laid me down on the dress. Good thinking. Who knew what grossness lived in the carpet? He steered my bound arms up and over my head. His nude body coated mine, and I could feel his erection hard against my thigh. Memphis had done an excellent job. Thinking of it made me fifty shades of jealous.
Holding himself over me, Hallow cocooned me from the others who wanted to reach out and touch my skin. Every once and a while someone got through and rubbed my boob as Hallow’s free hand roamed all over me. In the mask, he wouldn’t be using his mouth. Hallow’s fingers drummed on my clit, before a finger slipped inside of me.
Oh. I gasped. Was this really happening? Memories of him eating my pussy earlier surfaced and helped calm my nerves. Hallow had made me feel amazing then. That was before we discovered Earl dead. I banished all the dead bodies out of my mind and focused on how I’d felt with Hallow in the breakroom. I let my jealousy toward the blonde who’d just had her mouth wrapped around Hallow’s dick fuel my resolve. I never imagined I’d be losing my virginity like this, forced to in the middle of a Halloween orgy just because of my dad’s poor life choices, but I could do worse than Hallow. I reasoned, if it’d not been him that brought me in to see Kingpin, I could’ve been gang raped and sent back to Arkansas as mincemeat. And if Donette hadn’t opened her damned mouth about my dad none of this would be happening. I was going to kill her for telling my business. If these bikers hadn’t known I was a virgin, Hallow could’ve just pretended. Though, I didn’t know if he would’ve even thought of that since I couldn’t very well suggest it.
Why did he bring me here in the first place? Hallow worked his fingers gently through my wet pussy and wiped the question out of my mind. Yes, most of me wanted this. What a perfect way to just get losing my virginity over with. My mouth bound, I couldn’t argue and stop him. Hallow had no choice, evidently. I ignored the part of me that whimpered for what ifs. As I convinced myself of the inevitability of the situation, my eyes closed in the mask as I imagined us anywhere but here. Did it matter if we were in the middle of a bunch of people? It was dark, and I doubted these strangers would remember anything in the morning. To them we were just a unicorn and tiger getting it on. With his hot skin pressed against mine and his fingers stroking my clit, soon Hallow made the people in the room completely disappear. A craving for him swallowed me whole. Desperately, I wanted him to do just as Kingpin said, fuck my brains out. My breathing quickened as I waited for Hallow to replace his fingers with something much larger, to break through and claim me like he said he would. One long finger turned to two and finally slipped in me.
Oh. Lordy.
Hallow only got rougher with his hand. Forcefully fucking me with two fingers, he went further inside of me than anything had before. There was no reason to be so rough or was there? It dawned on me he was trying to make me bleed without taking my virginity. How sweet of him. My body responded as I opened my legs and actually let myself really get into it. No reason not to enjoy it. But suddenly Hallow stilled. His fingers slipped away. I watched him out of the eye holes. He heaved up his mask to look down before he put the mask back on.
Just as suddenly, the fleshy head of his cock jutted against my clit. Without warning, in one big motion his dick broke inside me. Hard. I cried out into the bandana. Hallow shoved again, and I bit down as his dick actually ripped inside of me, all the way in. Drawing up my knees, I tried to ease the pain. I had no idea it was going to hurt so bad. Hallow didn’t wait, he secured me by my shoulders and became a machine, hammering my insides. After that, a blur of pain translating to ecstasy took over. Hallow filled me full of dick while his hands were all over me. Then I realized, it wasn’t all his hands, but I was too far gone to care about who reached in to cop a feel. My body belonged to the man tearing up my pussy. My brains weren’t just fucked out, they shot out of my skull, hit the wall, slid down and landed on the floor in a gooey, gory mess. I’d thought I’d had orgasms before, but they didn’t compare to the swell that rushed through me now. Eventually, my fucked-out brain exploded and landed in bits all over the crowd. I tried to see Hallow out the holes of the mask. The sight of the unicorn head jerking above me crowded my vision. Hallow came too as he towed his big dick out of me. I felt a warm rush of liquid on my belly. The echoes of satisfaction consumed me, and I drifted in a river of serenity. But then Kingpin came into view, capsizing my boat of bliss. The fucker stood above us, watching. How long had he been there? When he walked off, Hallow took off his mask and mine. Taking down the gag, he asked me, “Are you okay?”
Completely weakened, I simpered. I was too pleased and winded to say a word. Hallow wrapped the dress around me and carried me out of the throne room. A live band still played although it had to be well past three a.m. now. A metal version of “The Time Warp” flooded the massive building. As we passed through the front room again, I saw it for the first time. The ceiling wrapped with fake cobwebs and big plastic spiders, as I let my head fall back. After all, I was still under the spell of some good dick. The colorful neon lights mimicked those of Broadway and lit up the webs. Straightening my neck, I found folks were dressed up much like at Bootsies but on a much larger scale, like Hallow’s costume had been larger than life. But bikers in their leathers dotted the crowd. There was a stage for the band flanked by two stages for strippers. Nude women bobbed for apples on stage while more spun on poles in nothing but hats. A few wore cowboy hats, but a couple danced in pointy witch hats. Hallow strutted by buck naked but no one seemed to mind. A few women made catcalls at him when they pulled themselves from their gambling to notice. They weren’t just playing poker like I saw Grady do in the back room at Bootsies a few nights, this was organized with women in skimpy uniforms running the tables.
“You hungry?” Hallow asked as we passed what looked like an all you could eat buffet.
I eyed all the food salivating before I noticed a toe. A woman laid out on the buffet table covered in Halloween candy. A couple of bikers ate smarties off her breasts as she cackled.
“No,” I answered weakly. I found my voice though I was still out of breath. “Hallow, Ford.”
“Ford?”
“Ford is the killer.”
“How so?”
There wasn’t time to explain. “He is. Trust me.”
“Then my brothers, Dimple and Riff are in danger.”
“Yeah, I guess so.” Donette, Celie, everyone else was in danger too if they put two and two together.
Hallow turned to carry me up the stairs.
“Where are we going?”
“We were going back to my room for some privacy, I’m not finished with you, but now, I have to warn my brothers.”
“You live up here?” We reached the top of the stairs.
“Only temporarily. I told you I’m new.”
Hallow unlocked the door to reveal a room with two queen beds situated like a hotel. “I have a roommate, Thorn. You met him. He’s rarely here.”
I nodded as he sat me down to my feet and untied my hands. Holding my dress out in front of me, I studied the rips. There was no way I’d be able to wear it.
Hallow quickly dressed in jeans, a plain black t-shirt and his leather motorcycle vest. And voilà.He looked exactly like the biker who I bumped into at Bootsies the night before. Sexy AF. Go figure. I’d been so upset when I found out he omitted the fact we’d met before and that he was a biker, but now I blamed myself. How could I miss this? I blamed work in general. I saw so many faces. But none were as hot as Hallow. I’d not given him much thought before, but not only had I been working, I’d been threatened by his ex. Speaking of which, he handed me some jeans, a t-shirt and some canvas shoes. “Steph left some things here. They might fit. I figure you don’t want her underwear.”
“You figure right.” Naked as the day I was born, I took the clothes. They were clean and folded and that was good enough for me.
“You might want to jump in the shower while I make some phone calls.”
As he’d said it, I’d been stepping into the pants and saw the blood streaking my thighs. My stomach felt sticky too. I took his advice and found the bathroom while he talked into a landline. He didn’t have his cell. Everything on him, he’d left in that throne room. I didn’t want to go back there. My phone laid in the break room at Bootsies. My locker with my purse and apron in it was open too. I’d have to replace my debit card for sure. I had no idea what time it was, but my Gran wouldn’t miss me until she woke like clockwork at seven a.m. Pleased it was clean, I found everything I needed fairly easily in the small bathroom except shampoo and conditioner. I took a quick shower using the men’s body wash for everything. Relaxing under the spray, I thought about Kingpin saying I’d have to get a big tattoo up my neck. Over my dead body. How the hell would I become a famous country singer with a neck tattoo? As I washed my delicate parts, they throbbed with the reminder of Hallow taking my virginity. The ache felt nice. It’d been a long time coming. I fought back any regrets. As I toweled off, my mind was still on what had happened in the throne room. I might’ve not realized the gravity of the situation early on, but I was no dummy. Hallow had saved me from a worse fate. And like Grady had said, I needed to get laid. Life was too short. Grady, he was dead and gone. The waterworks started. That’s when Hallow decided to come into the bathroom.
“Don’t you knock?” I sobbed out.
