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Subject: {ASSM} RP:"Omens" prt 1 D/s, nc, B and D, FMf+
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This is a fantasy story. It has no basis in reality. Even the names of the
characters are made up and have no relevance to anyone. It is for adult
readers only, of legal age, and deals with domination and submission of a
non consenting type. So don't read it if you are offended by this subject
matter or not an adult of legal age.


                                  "Omens"

                              A Halloween Tale

                                  (part 1)

                                 by Musker


"Jennifer, are you sure your going the right way?" A cautious voice waned
from the front seat of an old beat up sedan. A poorly maintained oil
burning vehicle on it's last leg slowly huffing and puffing it's way down a
dark winding gravel road out in the country.

"Of course it is Karol! I took the information right off the invitation and
used it to get specific directions from the internet."

"My oh my, aren't we turning into a first class computer geek." Such
euphemistic words came from the backseat right behind the driver. And from
a black woman who was trying to add a little levity to a rather uptight
situation, or person.

"You got that right girlfriend. And it's a lot better than being a simple
beautician I might add, Charlene!" Jennifer was too preoccupied with her
driving to see the humor in Charlene's comment and just responded with her
standard, knee jerk, right hook sarcasm.

"Now let's not get catty girls. We're all in the same boat tonight. And
from the looks of things, it doesn't look very good either. Besides,
Charlene is an excellent beautician. She did my hair for tonight and it
looks simply marvelous my dear!" Another backseat voice with a noted comic
impersonation took center stage in hopes of defusing a possible bitter
confrontation between friends that seemed to be brewing.

"Why thank you Maria. It's good to see that SOME PEOPLE can recognize the
difference between an artistic genius and a simple hack, as in computer
hack." Charlene was your typical proud black woman who wasn't going to take
crap from anyone. Even if it did come from the closest of her four best
girlfriends, all of which were sharing the same fate at the moment.

"Whoa there Little Missy. If it weren't for Jennifer's talents on the
computer, none of us would be here." The last voice to be heard from the
choir of five was a petite oriental woman sandwiched between Charlene and
Maria in the backseat.

"Little Missy? Oh come on now Su-Lee, aren't you pushing it a bit? I mean,
a Japanese cowgirl with a pseudo John Wayne accent for heaven sakes." And
that from the one who started it all, minus the state of alarm, was Karol.
Karol in her usual group participating razzing.

"That's BEAUTIFUL Japanese-American cowgirl Su-Lee at your service Ms.
Nurse Good-bar. Just like Charlene is your GORGEOUS African-American Queen
Nephirtity, and Maria is your RAVISHING Hispanic-American Contessa of the
Flamingo Dance."

"I prefer simply Maria thank you very much."

"And I'm Nurse Good BODY! Not Good BAR, unlike the movie. And since I'm
Swedish, then you can call me VOLUPTUOUS Swedish-American Nurse Karol ready
to take your temperature, listen to your heart, or give you one of my world
famous naughty massages." Karol picked up on her two backseat friends
joking nature and did her best to carry it on by making a little fun of
herself in the process.

"Well Ms. Good BODY, wasn't there suppose to be a pair of slacks to go
along with that nurse's uniform? Or do you want everyone to know your a
natural blonde?" This time even Jennifer was able to recognize the light
heartiness of the present situation and offered up her own quip per quo
little dig.

All four girls started to laugh out loud on that last remark. For they all
seen Jennifer's point when Karol got into the car.

"Well, Ms. Pussy Girl, from the looks of your costume I would say if your
not careful tonight your liable to BUST right out of there." This time,
Karol's comment elicited a round of Ouu's and Ahhh's from the backseat
audience.

"That's SEXY American's Super Hero Kat Woman to you citizen, as in
Meeeeeowww Sugar!"

Once more, the solemn atmosphere was swept away with open laughter by all.

Then Jennifer made the following point, "But hey. I'm not the only one
responsible for us being here you know. If it wasn't for Charlene
overhearing a couple of house cleaning clients discussing the Halloween
bash at the salon, and Karol's confirmation of that same party while as
receptionist at that medical building, then the idea would never have come
up in the first place. AND, if it wasn't for Su-Lee's magic fingers in
borrowing an invitation from one of her clients so I could use the computer
to make copies for each of us, then none of us would be here. So we are all
in the same sticky wicket, if you catch my drift ladies."

"Oh noooo! It's starting to rain out. I don't know about this. I'm starting
to have second thoughts about this whole thing. I mean, it's so dark and
nasty out." Once again Karol's voice was wrapped with concern as to whether
it was a good idea to proceed with their group's little dirty deed for
tonight.

"Well DUH! It's suppose to be dark and nasty out. It's fall for cripe
sakes. The clocks were pushed back an hour so it gets darker sooner. The
temperature is much colder as we go into winter. And the trees have lost
their colorful leaves making them look rather spooky now. So what did you
expect? It's typical fall Halloween weather Ms. Good Body." Again there was
a bit of jabbing sarcasm in Jennifer's voice as she tried to relieve
Karol's and the rest of her gangs tension in her own unique way of stating
the obvious.

"Oh my gosh! Look out there, in the sky. It's a full moon! Mother Maria
protects us all!" Maria's voice was definitely in a state of alarm as she
stared out of her window and into the black sky with only a big bright moon
casting it's sinister rays down upon them.

"Oh good grief Maria! Are you going all superstitious on us now?"
Jennifer's stern comments where now directed to another of her frighten
crew.

"Well, I did consult with my spiritual adviser before I left and he said
that I should be very careful tonight. In fact, he said I probably
shouldn't even go!"

"Your priest said that Maria?" A questioning Su-Lee asked her friend as if
she really believed a religious counselor would say such a thing like that
to her.

"No Su-Lee, Maria's spiritual advisor is some invisible guy she talks to
when she pulls tarot cards." Jennifer's voice was definitely openly
condescending this time.

"Hey Jen, you better be careful or Maria will put a hex on you." Again,
Charlene tried to relieve the harsh tension with humor that didn't want to
die in Jennifer.

"Oh! And your the one to talk Charlene." Commented Su-Lee minus her western
draw and antiquated cow poke pun. "Weren't you the one with the two hundred
dollar phone bill from calling all those psychic hotlines?"

"That's different Su-Lee. I was dating a couple of guys and I just needed
some "special" information to help me pick out the right one. Besides, I
have seen you throw those I-Ching sticks of yours on several occasions my
dear occult friend."

"Will you guys get a hold of yourselves! It's just a nasty night that's
all. No need to consult tarot cards or tea leaves or chicken bones as to
what's going to happen tonight. If your really want to know what's going to
happen, then just ask me." It was Jennifer's turn now to try and stop the
negativity that was building up behind her.

"Well Ms. Pussy Galore, use your special powers and tell us what fate has
in store for us tonight, but keep your eyes on the road. The last thing we
need right now is to drive into some muddy ditch. Maria did a great job in
designing my cowgirl costume and I don't want to get it dirty before we
crash that party."

"Ok girlfriends, here it goes. My fake invitations get us into the most
exclusive and elitist Halloween party in the entire state without a second
look. We circulate amongst the rich and famous guests showing off our young
voluptuous bodies made all the more seductive in our sexy costumes. Thanks
to Maria's artistic handy work with needle and thread I might add."

Everyone openly thanked Maria for doing her part in getting the Halloween
five to this point of their unholy quest.

"Hey pussy girl! Don't forget me too." A slightly perturbed Charlene spoke
out.

"I was just about to mention you Queeny. AND, thanks to the steady hand and
creative mind of our dear ebony friend, and goddess to all beauty parlors
across America, CHARLENE! For taking our innocent peaches and cream, girl
next door complexion and hair style and turning us into top notch, in your
face, glamour women. Women of sublime luring attraction that would easily
make the cover of every fashion magazine this side of the Mississippi."

At that point all the women in the car where cheering one another on and
calling each other babes, foxes and the ultimate heart breaking Diva's.

"And what is the purpose of our most holy quest fellow sisters?" Jennifer
had them going now, just as if she was the anointed speaker at a religious
revival.

"Say it Cat Woman!" Spoke a clear commanding voice of Charlene.

"Yea! You go girl!" Another cheer for the cause was echoed by Maria.

"You go pilgrim!" All the girls took a pause with big smiles on their faces
trying to figure out which was funnier, Su-Lee's comment or the way she
tried to imitate the celebrity who said it.

"And the whole idea for looking drop dead gorgeous with oozing feminine
sexuality is to shimmy ourselves up to the RICH great looking MEN, and then
asking them for a job."

A dead silence permeated the car where the rain was clearly heard, until
Su-Lee spoke out with "Say What?"

"Yea honey, I don't know about the rest of you ladies, but this here ebony
goddess is out to catch herself one rich hunk of man flesh. A man who would
worship me from the tip of my gold painted toenails to the top of my
Queenly crown."

"You tell it Charlene. And this here cowgirl is ready to lasso her a first
class cowpoke with land and oil coming out of his wazzoo."

"Yea, and I didn't get decked out in a figure hugging flamingo dress to ask
for a job in some garment sweatshop. I want to be married to a successful
top rated fashion designer with passionate dark bedroom eyes just for me."

"Yea, and I'll take me any doctor who pulls down a hefty six figure yearly
income, with a great portfolio and a tight little ass to boot," said Karol
as she grinned and winked to the girls in the backseat.

The whole car of women began cackling hysterically like excited hens.

"So what's wrong with you Jennifer? Aren't you a greedy gold digger like
the rest of us?" Karol asked, not without having her own suspicion that her
friend had a secrete agenda.

"Of course I am. You think I would wear this abbreviated cat suit with my
boobs ready to pop out and my waist so tightly cinched that I can hardly
breath so I can present my resume' to some garage office computer geek? I
want one of those rich workaholic geeks. So I can spend their money and
have wild unbridled sex with my hot, muscle bound, pool boy. BUT, we need a
cover story in case we get caught."

The other women began making a lingering "OHHHHH" sound of revelation.

"But you said these forged invitations where identical with the real one."
A worried Su-Lee spoke out.

"And they are. Except there was a small little bar code on the back that I
didn't know how to transcribe. We haven't covered that part in my computer
class yet. So I just copied the one on the original exactly. Hopefully that
will be enough to get us in with no problems."

"Oh great! I knew I should have listened to my tarot cards when they
foretold of trouble."

"Yea Maria, and my psychic hotline adviser warned me of danger in the near
future too."

"Oh good grief! Come on you guys. You know all that stuff is so vague and
basically useless, especially on a night like Halloween where just about
anything can happen. It's all so ambiguous and without credibility. Right
Su-Lee?"

"Well, the I-Ching is a very old tradition and well know throughout the
world and when I read them just before leaving tonight..."

"Yea, right, and what about you Karol? Do you want me to turn the car
around too?"

"Welllll, this weather and full moon gives me the creeps. And what the
other girls have said does worry me some. But still, I mean, this is
probably the only chance we'll get to rub elbows with the rich and famous,
not to mention the possibility of getting lucky enough to really bag one.
And your cover story does sound like it will work. I mean, we're all going
to trade school and all, and will soon be graduating, and in need of a job.
So I think it will work, if we do get caught. . . Yea! I'm all for going on
and trying to beat the odds. Heck, maybe Halloween will be a lucky night
for us all anyway. Yep, count me in!"

"And the rest of you?"

"Ok, count me in too. My last psychic reader told me my ex-boyfriend was
THE one. HA! He was THE ONE all right. He was MARRIED with three kids. So
my last psychic connection was definitely a wrong number. Besides, I'm
looking too damn good tonight to waste myself on likes of just you four
girls."

A few of the girls were quietly giggling with Charlene's last comment.

"Me too. I'll give it a try. I can always say I just wanted to improve my
accounting career by broadening my client base. Everyone already believes
orientals are sincere workaholics anyway. Ok Jen, count me in too."

"That just leaves you Maria. What do say?"

"Oh my. You know I love you all. Heck, ever since we meet in high school we
where all more like sisters than simply good friends. But I do have my
reservations in this though. Omens are there for a reason you know. But, if
the rest of you think we'll get out of this on the upside, one way or the
other, than I won't rock the boat either. I'm in too."

"Great! Wonderful! And just in time because here we are."

"My god! Look at the size of that place!"

"Place girlfriend? It's a frick'n mansion, a castle even."

"Well gang, the only thing I'm looking at right now is the front iron gate
and those two security guards in front of it."

"Oh my gosh! Look at them! They do seem to have a way of mixing Halloween
with security around here."

"Yea, talking about your G.I. Joe meets Babes in Toyland theme!"

"Look what the car in front of us is doing."

"Oh I am Karol. It looks like that candy cane soldier boy is holding a box
out to the occupants of that limousine."

"Look!" Cried Su-Lee "They're putting their invitation into that box."

"Yea, and take a good look at that black desert storm guy standing in front
of the limo with his rifle slung over his shoulder. Mmmmmmmm what a
beautiful hunk of man flesh is he!"

"I would be more mindful of that rifle Charlene. It sure does look real and
very deadly," said a serious Karol.

"Did you see that? On that box, a green light came on. And look, the gate
is opening for them."

"I see Maria. And that makes us next in line. Well, cross your fingers
girls. It's do or die time." There was a slight waviness in Jennifer's
voice as she took her foot off the brake and slowly moved forward.

Their car came to a halt where that other limo did and the huge military
man took his position in front of it. His expressionless face and solemn
eyes peered straight into the souls of the occupants.

Jennifer began to roll down the window and noticed the rain had stopped.
She was looking directly at that box in the white gloved hands of the toy
soldier boy. Her eyes slowly rose taking his red and white uniform in and
when she reached his face she was surprised by what she saw.

The soldier boy was really a girl in a kind of shiny water repellant toy
soldier's uniform. She was completely covered, from the top of her black
piped hat with chin strap right on down to her white rubber shoes. Her face
was made up completely like a doll with clownish red circles on her cheeks
and big red smiling lips. She wore a red tunic with a strap running over
her shoulder and down across her chest to where her belt was. Her pants
were white and matched her gloves and shoes to a tee. And even though she
was dressed as a male she still had the silhouette of a well formed and
well endowed woman.

The part that really surprised Jennifer was this woman's eyes. For they had
a very agonizing and pleading look about them. Even though they were
heavily made up into a happy bright eyed doll look. Jennifer could tell
that there was something this woman wanted to say to her. She tried to talk
to the soldier girl, but she only stared back at her with those eyes of
impending doom.

"What's the problem Jennifer?" Asked Karol as she leaned over towards
Jennifer trying to get a look at what the hold up was.

"I'm trying to communicate with this soldier girl, but she won't speak to
me."

"Oh my gosh!" Exclaimed a startled Charlene who's position behind Jennifer
allowed her to see the reason why. "Look at her mouth Jen. She can't talk
to you because her mouth is sealed closed."

Jennifer looked closer at the girl's face and could see that there was no
definition, no pucker to the girl's smiling lips. The lower part of her
face was completely flatten out by tape wrapped tightly around her head.
Then someone added make-up to match her skin and then a pair of brightly
smiling lips was painted on.

"Oh my god!" Jennifer said as she quickly put her hand over her own lips in
a frighten response.

"What is the problem ladies?" The military man asked after moving to
Jennifer's open window next to the gagged girl. The toy soldier girl
immediately took a subservient pose with down cast eyes as soon as he
entered the picture.

"Why is that girl's mouth gagged!" Commanded a now composed and noticeably
upset Jennifer.

"Why?" The military man asked with a loud ominous tone that all the girls
in the car could easily hear. Maria and Su-Lee both grabbed one another's
hands because they where so frighten by it and because they could see very
little as to what was going on.

"Are you sure you women folk belong here? This is a VERY private party, and
only those people who know what IT is about and have the correct documents
are allowed inside. Your question tells me that you are unaware of the
party's' liberal guidelines and thus I must order you to show me your
invitation NOW or leave!" He then held out his massive hand right in front
of Jennifer's window just under her nose.

Charlene whispered to Jennifer to give him the forged invitations, and
DON'T act scared. Jennifer was far from scared, practically fuming was more
like it. But she saw the wisdom in her friends advice and handed the five
cards to the big bad soldier boy in front of her.

Maria whisper to Su-Lee that maybe it would be better if they just went
home now. Charlene over heard her comment and gave them both a very stern
look that told them 'Over my dead body we will!'

The man took the invitations and placed them one at time through the slot
in the box. That is when Jennifer was surprised a second time. For in the
process of sticking the cards in the box, she noticed that the girls arms,
which were holding up the box in front of her, were in fact fake! They
moved as if they were nothing but padded brackets hanging from her
shoulders and covered by her tunic sleeves and white gloves.

While they all waited, and hoped, for the green light to come on Jennifer
took another sharper look at the girls tunic. She then noticed a slight
bulge in her shoulder area as if her arms were forced behind her and bound
there. The rectangular back pack must have been hollowed out for her arms
to be hidden in for some reason.

Jennifer pondered the manner in which the girl's arms must have been bound.
No doubt her lower arms were bent at the elbows and forced up behind her
back near her shoulder blades in order for that small back pact to cover
them. That must be a very painful position to have them placed in. And ten
times that when she wondered how long this poor girl must have been out
here in the nasty weather like this. No wonder she looked upon Jennifer
with forsaken eyes.

Jennifer quickly looked at the muscle bound GI. He was not encumbered in
anyway. In fact, he looked quite resourceful and most capable of
dispatching her and her friends in short order if given the chance. She
began to wonder what sort of party they where really get themselves into
this night.

That's when the light on the box flashed on. But it was a yellow light, not
the green that glowed brilliantly before them all.

"Oh my gosh Jennifer, it's yellow. What does that mean?" Spoke a frighten
Karol.

"Look at the Marine!" Yelled a startled Su-Lee.

And all the girl looked now to the military man with their eyes ready to
pop out of their heads.

The soldier took a step back, removed his rifle from his shoulder and held
it in front of him pointing it right at the girls in the car.

Maria and Su-Lee quickly put there arms around one another and tightly
closed their eyes. Charlene was trying desperately to open her car door,
which was stuck shut on the rusted sedan. Karol was frozen in her seat, her
mouth opened wide as if in the middle of a scream, but without a single
sound coming out. Jennifer looked to the girl for help and saw her eyes
riveted on the glowing yellow light as if trying to make it turn green for
the hapless women.

Then as if by magic, the yellow light turned green.

The GI went back to his normal nonchalant pose with his gun hanging from
his shoulder. He stepped to the gate and opened it wide enough for their
car to pass through.

The girls slowly released their built up energy. Karol was now able to
breathe and close her eyes. Charlene sat passively in her seat, a long hard
angry stare met the calming G.I.'s dead on. Su-Lee and Maria continued to
hug one another, but this time in smiling relief. And Jennifer look at the
girl one final time. This time she saw only compassion in her eyes. As if
saying good luck, you will need it.


                   (Meanwhile, up at the castle.)


"Oh Madame Rouso, you always throw a most wonderful parties no matter what
the occasion is."

"Why thank you Ms. Waneright. That was a very nice thing to say. I am glad
you find them to your liking." Madame Rouso felt a gentle tap on her arm.
"Excuse me please."

A man wearing sun glasses and dressed as a character from the movie "Men in
Black" momentarily interrupted the hostess's conversation and whisper
something in Madame's ear.

"You said FIVE of them?" Madame Rouso questioned the expressionless man who
only nodded his head yes.

"I see. Get me as much information on them as you can and tell me when they
are here."

The man nodded in the affirmative and left.

"Is anything wrong Madame?" A not completely surprised Ms Waneright asked.

"No my dear. However, it seems your fears were valid about your temporary
missing invitation. It appears someone, or some ones, have used it to make
copies and decided to use them to crash my party with."

"Oh my goodness! I must apologized Madame for my clumsiness. If I had been
more cautious and paid more attention to details, then this would never
have happened. Perhaps I should follow my children's advice and start
tapering off my work load. I am getting too old now and obviously not quite
up to the level I use to be. Again Madame Rouso, I do sincerely apologize."

"Now, now, Sandra. No need for that. You have been too good a friend to me
to apologize for something as meager as this. But I do care about you dear
lady. And if you really feel like taking it easy, I know your children will
do a fine job of relieving some of your burden. Time for you to live and
experience life to the fullest my friend. And don't worry about these party
crashers. I have a little plan for these unwelcome guests."

Both women smiled and began laughing with one another. The eyes of one
filled with of devilish thoughts.


                          (Back at the car)


"God, I'm glad that's over with. I almost pissed in my pants"

Su-Lee and Maria looked at one another and began to laugh.

"And what are you two laughing about!" Inquired a sneering face Charlene.

Su-Lee answered back between giggles "Well, if Karol did wet herself, how
would anybody know?"

A second or two went by, then Charlene began to chuckle and laugh too,
followed by Maria and Su-Lee again. Then it finally dawned on Karol who
only bit her lip and replied "Not Funny" between clenched teeth and smiling
lips as she squirmed in her seat. Her practically bare butt up against the
plastic car seat.

Jennifer had quickly written off their hair raising experience with the GI.
But she still felt a little moved by the way the toy soldier girl looked
at her. As if it was another omen of ill tides approaching them. But she
let that feeling pass too. Since her forgeries were good enough to get them
in, then that's all she cared about. Besides, the rich often lived
eccentric lives, and that girl's costume was probably nothing more than
someone's weird and humorous taste. Nothing that unusual, or for them to
worry about.

Right now Jennifer was too engrossed with what laid before her then to care
about what was going on behind her. And soon the rest of the girls were in
the same state of awe that she was in.

The drive up to the mansion was on a lazy "S" shaped road. The road was
lined with highly crafted, very sinister looking pumpkins with no two
having the same image. They were all lit up by flickering lights that made
them even more eerie.

As they approached the mansion the girls were all captivated by how huge
and romantically evil it looked. It was like something out of the days of
old with it's ornate brick work, spiking gambles and evil smiling
gargoyles looking down upon them. The mansion was also lit up with scary
faced pumpkins in the windows too, all gazing out at those who dare enter
this abode.

Jennifer put the car in park and left it running right where the valet
stood in front of the main entrance. The girls exited the car without any
of them giving the fifteenth century dressed coachman a second look, except
Jennifer. She gave him her keys with a smile and walked away. He, on the
other hand, gave her and the rest of her bunch a good long look. He was a
bit bewildered at how such, supposedly, well off progeny could be riding in
such a shabby old junk. But he simply did his job and parked it out back,
far and away from all those luxury cars.

In keeping with the fifteenth century motif two well dressed doormen were
at the quick with opening the two monolith wooden doors for the young
ladies. And whether it was because the girls were so taken with their good
luck and fairy tale surrounds or because they were in the mood to play
the roles of rich bitches on the prowl for sugar daddies to the fullest,
not one of them said thank you to the bowing gentlemen who held the door
open for them as they passed by.

Once they entered the mansion they hardly had time to drink in the highly
styled and lavished foyer before they were greeted by a fury of women dress
as prim and not so proper french maids. Hat and coat girls they were who
quickly took there outer wraps and scurried away with them.

"Did you see that Maria?" An astonished Su-Lee asked her dearest closest
friend.

"Yea, they sure were efficient and aren't they suppose to give us a ticket
or something so we can get our coats back later?"

Su-Lee just made a face of non-connection with her friend Maria and then
asked the same question of Jennifer.

"You mean the way they were dressed, and gagged?" Spoke a knowing Jennifer
as if it was an every day occurrence to see four young blonde women who all
looked exactly alike. With each dressed in white trimmed, very short, very
tight, black latex maids uniforms that displayed their frilly white panties
and full robust bosom in blatant view. And each gagged just like that
soldier girl, complete with red smiling lips.

"Yea! Aren't you a bit, scared?" A reluctant Su-Lee inquired as she
wondered why Jennifer was so casual about it.

"Don't worry your pretty little cowgirl head over it. It's just part of the
weird and ostentatious lifestyle of the filthy rich. They like to add that
certain 'Je ne sais pas' for the holiday. Besides, it has nothing to do
with us so don't sweat it."

A man in black stepped up to the ladies and welcomed them to the party. He
presented himself as Edward and asked if there was anything he could do for
them.

All of the girls took an immediate liking to the tall, dark hair and
incredibly handsome young man. Karol immediately took charge and introduced
each of her friends to him. She made certain to flash a big smile and make
eye contact with the dapper gent before, and after, each introduction. Then
after introducing herself, she walked up to the obviously interested man
and in a voice dripping with honey asked him if he could direct her to the
powder room so she could freshen up.

Edward smiled in a coy little boy way that made Karol's heart beat just a
little bit faster and then pointed to a door on the far side of the foyer.
Karol was so close to him now that she could smell his sexy after shave.
That's when she mouthed the words 'Thank You' to him and slowly slithered
away. He too walked away, to the party, but only after wishing the rest of
the ladies a pleasant time this evening.

The rest of the girls followed Karol to the powder room chatting to one
another about how it didn't take her long to get into her seductive sex
kitten mode. They also speculated that if Edward was the simple welcome
wagon then expectations where high as to what other extravagant eye candy
waited for them inside.

In the spacious powder room the five party crashers were acting like
giggling school girls at the prom as they each primped in front of the wide
mirror and gave themselves a real final going over.

Su-Lee was trying different positions with her cowgirl hat to find that one
look that fit her overall appearance and perky personality. She thoroughly
liked her costume that Maria modified for her. It was a two part outfit
all made in light brown kidskin. The top was a leather fringed halter that
made her small breasts still look impressive while the bottom was a hip
hugging, very short leather fringed skirt. She liked the way the dress
showed off her flat slim waist and very cute belly button. A few
accessories where added to make her look like a bonafide cowgirl. A pair of
western decorated high heel boots in matching brown. A pair of form fitting
kidskin gloves with the fingers cut off revealing her well manicured nails.
And the atypical scarf around the neck and cowpoke hat. Which she continued
to fiddle with.

Karol seemed mesmerized by the front zipper of her nurses uniform. Should
she lower it further showing off her full firm Swedish bosom to the max, or
keep it where it was and thus save the best for later? She was so
enthralled with her upper body presentation that she gave little concern as
to how many long hungry stares she was going to get from guys admiring her
long curvaceous legs. Legs made all the more sexy by her white ultra high
pseudo nurse's heels and VERY short nurse's dress. A costume that barely
cover her hips let alone her crotch, to which the only thing covering her
blonde bush was a tiny white G-string.

Maria was a first class act. She was the epitome of a sensuous Latin
Contessa. Her black lacy flamingo dress look to be molded on to her all
womanly body. It was parted in front to show off her firm attractive
dancers legs and shiny black heels. Her tanned Hispanic face and black
flowing tresses gave her that passionate south of the border great lover
look. A look that made men hearts melt and their libido hard and throbbing.
She was practicing a few selected poses and mannerism that magnified
tremendously the erotic effect of just her costumed alone.

Charlene stood still in front of the mirror. Her pose was erect and proud.
Her eyes flowed over every inch of her tall, well endowed, immaculate form.
A femme fatale made all the more lascivious by the contrast of her rich
flawless ebony skin with her blinding white Queen of the Nile costume. Her
skirt was sheer and long, reaching all the way down to her golden high heel
sandals. The way the soft translucent material seemed to flow over her full
rounded hips and then drape straight down around her legs would make every
gazing eye wonder if she were in fact all natural underneath. Over her most
impressive full bosom she wore a simple white silk scarf that tied together
in back. The veiled like scarf was gathered in rows around her so as to
almost hide her excited erect nipples within it's billowy folds. Her hair
was jet black and hung down long and straight around her head, which was
topped by an Egyptian head piece of shiny fake gold. Her make-up was done
with expert pride with exotic blue green colored eyes and wet passionate
lips of scarlet red. Charlene was the very image of an Egyptian Princess. A
woman of refined sensual eroticism. And from the big smile that was now
forming, she knew it too!

Jennifer was busy adding the final touches to her long auburn hair. She
wanted to make sure people could still see her cat like ears on both sides
of her head. She too was very pleased with her outfit that Maria made for
her. Maria told Jennifer she patterned it off the standard Playboy Bunny
costume. All she did, was to remove the cotton tail and attach a long whip-
like cat tail, exchanged the cuffs and bow tie with elbow length gloves and
a small kitty cat jeweled collar, and then replaced the long bunny ears
with cute fury cat's ears. The rest of her deliciously sexy costume was
left the same. A tightly pulled in waist, a half cup strapless top that
barely covered her hard pert nipples, and a severely cut crotch area that
Jennifer was forced to shave her pubic hair prior to wearing it to keep it
from showing around it's edges. The final and most sensuous part of her
whole outfit was that Maria made it all from smooth luscious black velvet.
Even her gloves and cat's ears were made from that tactile exciting
material. Jennifer found it hard to keep from rubbing her hands along her
luscious hour glass shape. She could only wonder, with wicked delightful
thoughts, what it will do to some guy when she accidentally rubbed up
against
him and greeted him with a sexy "Meeooow".

Just about then Su-Lee asked if everyone was ready. The gang of five gold
diggers eagerly answered "YES Ma'am!"

Then one after the other they all walked out of the powder room with
excited confidence and headed right for the entry way to where the party
was in full swing.

They all stood in the passage way and gazed for a moment at the magnificent
splendor of people, food, decorations and fine artistic furnishing that
laid before them.

It was Jennifer who took a deep breath through her nose and asked her eager
friends if they could smell it. Each one took a healthy whiff and looked
back to Jennifer with questioned looks. For there was a kaleidoscope of
aromatic flavors that matched the cornucopia of colors and sounds that
loomed before them.

Jennifer's reply was short and sweet. "Opulence. Pure, obscene and decadent
opulence!"

The other girls formed an all knowing smile and looked back into the party
like kids left alone in a candy store to gorge themselves in.

"Well ladies, I think it's time we got it on!" Said Charlene as the Queen
of the Nile was the first to venture forth and into the lair of hedonism.
Followed by a lewd strutting Kat Woman. Then a small stepping hip swinging
Nurse Good Body. And finally a fiery dark Latin woman with her root'n
toot'n spunky cowgirl friend right next to her.

A few seconds later two men in black stepped into the same passage way that
the five ladies just left. One, Edward, was seen speaking into a small
hidden microphone on his lapel. Then they too entered the room maintaining
an unobtrusive safe distance behind the five smiling, euphoric, gold
digging, party crashers.

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Part two

The girls find the party guests a bit on the particular side. When Madame
Rouso meets the Halloween Five will she believe Jennifer's crafty excuse
and let them go? Or does she make them an offer they just can't refuse?

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