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HALLOWEEN PARTY
Hosted by yours truly, Mark Hoppus
Date: October 31.
Time: Dusk until dawn.
Location: The Hoppus residence. You all know where it is.
Food and drink will be provided.
You MUST come in costume. Failure to do so will result in you being pepper-sprayed.
The invitation is short, sweet, and to the point. A Halloween party at Mark’s house—he sent this email to nearly every person in the school, but it was hardly needed anyways, because we all know Mark Hoppus. Most of us have been to his parties before—they’re practically legendary. His family is pretty rich, so his house is large and perfect for these types of things, but surprisingly, he’s not snobby about it at all. He’s friends with pretty much everyone. And if Mark Hoppus is hosting a Halloween party, then it doesn’t matter what the circumstances are—we’re all going to that party.
Today is Halloween, a Friday, and my friends and I are standing by the lockers in the hallway, right before first period, all discussing what our costumes are going to be. I haven’t said a word about mine yet, though. Mine is going to be a bit special.
"So, Kellin," says Jack, as if reading my thoughts, "why haven’t you said anything about this yet?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Because it’s a surprise," I tell him, smirking a little at the thought. "It’s gonna bespecial. Hey, do you know of any hot guys that might be there?”
"I knew it," Justin teases. "You’ve got some weird gay mating call planned, don’t you?"
That just makes me smirk even more. “Something like that.”
"Well, almost everyone in the school’s gonna be there," Gabe says, "but it’s not like you’ve had much success finding someone who happens to be single, attractive to you, and into guys.”
I can’t help it—I giggle at that last bit. I’m way too fucking excited for this. “He won’t have to be into guys, necessarily. I could probably be his girl if he wanted me to be.”
Justin snorts. “You probably could.”
I’m not kidding about finding a guy, though. It’s been a while since the last time I got any action—you know, not counting my own hand—and, well, what can I say? I’m kinda sexually frustrated.
Don’t judge.
After school, I try on my outfit, smiling to myself when I see my reflection. I won’t lie—I think I look pretty hot. This is what I love about Halloween: I can wear whatever I want, and everyone will just accept it, because it’s Halloween.
"Kellin!" my mom calls. "Your ride’s here!"
"Okay!" I call back. She doesn’t know what I’m wearing, either, but she also doesn’t know that I have to wear a costume. If she doesn’t see me, she’ll probably just assume that I’m wearing what I normally wear.
After one more glance in the mirror to reaffirm that everything looks perfect, I grab two things that I might (hopefully) need for tonight and make my way downstairs. Justin’s car is parked in the driveway, with Justin in the driver’s seat, Jack riding shotgun, and Gabe alone in the back. I open the door to the backseat with a wide smirk on my face. “Hello!” I say cheerfully.
My friends’ jaws drop as I sit down next to Gabe. After a moment of silence, Jack blurts, “Well, fuck me in the ass and call me Sally.”
"Sorry, but I’m a bottom," I reply smoothly, "so you’re gonna have to find someone else for that job."
I’m wearing a lacy black-and-blue corset, along with a matching lacy bra and panties that show some of my ass. I’ve also got black lace-top thigh-high stockings and black high heels. But that’s it—I’m going to the party in nothing but sexy lingerie.
"So, what are your costumes again?" I say, pointing at everyone in turn as I say their names. "Gabe’s a police officer, Justin’s a zombie, Jack’s a football player…" Then I point at myself. "And I’m a Victoria’s Secret angel."
"Wow," Justin says, laughing a little and shaking his head in amusement. "You really weren’t kidding about being some guy’s girl, were you?"
"Nope," I say, holding out the two things I grabbed before heading downstairs. "Gabe, can you do me a favor and hold onto these? I don’t really have any pockets, so. I’ll come back for them when I need them."
Gabe makes a face. I’m holding out a condom and a small bottle of lube.
"Dude, I don’t wanna know when you’re having sex," he groans, before sighing, taking them from me, and putting them in his pocket.
"Thanks!" I say, grinning. This should be an interesting night.
Mark’s house is packed by the time we get there, cars parked all up and down the street. At the front door, Zack Merrick is standing with a clipboard and looking like he’s wearing a security guard uniform—that must be his costume.
"Guarding the door all night, huh?" Gabe says as we step onto the large front porch.
Zack shakes his head. “Nah, I’m switching off with some other guys later. We’ve all got the same costume on.” He raises his clipboard. “This is to make sure everyone else wearing a costume. So far, I haven’t had to pepper-spray anyone.” His gaze shifts to me, and he raises his eyebrows. “Uh…Kellin…?”
"I’m a Victoria’s Secret angel," I say. I have a feeling I’m going to have to explain myself all night. Oh, well—it’s worth it.
The house is adorned with Halloween-themed decorations, along with bright lights and loud music playing throughout the whole place. Even some of the food in the kitchen is Halloween-themed, such as the chocolate cupcakes with orange frosting and spider-shaped sprinkles. Mark really goes all out when it comes to these types of things.
I hang out in the kitchen for a little while, eating and talking with different people, some friends and some strangers. Nobody in particular is sparking my interest, though, and nobody is making an effort to show their interest in me, either. The house’s large, wide-open living room has been transformed into a dance floor, so that’s where I head next.
Heads turn my way when I walk in, but it doesn’t bother me. Let them stare. I hope they like what they see.
I stand near the wall and scan the groups of people. Right when I’m thinking that maybe I should just give up, a flash of movement in the corner of my eye catches my attention. I glance to the right—best decision ever.
Leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest is a guy I’ve never seen before. He’s dressed as a police officer, like Gabe, only this outfit seems a lot more real—maybe his dad is a cop or something. He’s a bit on the short side—about the same height as me—but he’s a hell of a lot more masculine than I am; I can tell that just by looking at him. I don’t get too long to stare, though, because his gaze is trained on me, and when I meet it, he raises his eyebrows.
At first I think he might be disgusted at my choice of clothing, but then he makes his way over to me, and I realize that it might actually be just the opposite.
Score.
"Hey there," he says, his lips quirking up on one side. "Nice outfit."
I match his expression. “Do I sense sarcasm?” I joke.
"No, I’m completely sincere," he replies smoothly, his gaze trailing up and down my body—okay, yeah, he’s definitely checking me out. "You’re a pretty one," he notes.
"I try," I say, my smile widening a bit. "So, you got a name, Officer?"
"Vic," he says. God, even his name is hot. “You?”
I shake my head. “Not yet. You’ve gotta earn the right to know my name.”
Vic clicks his tongue. “You’re a little bitch, aren’t you?” he teases, a spark in his eyes and a smirk playing upon his gorgeous lips.
"That’s right," I say. "Is that a bad thing?"
"Absolutely not." He steps closer to me. "It makes things a lot more interesting."
The music switches to a song that’s fast and suggestive, and Vic raises one eyebrow. “Want to have a little fun?” He motions toward the crowded dance floor.
Now I’m full-on grinning. I kick off my heels and push them against the wall, then turn back to him. “Of course.”
He takes me by the hand and pulls me out, until we’re immersed in a sea of sweaty, moving bodies (sounds like an orgy). When it comes to these types of songs, it’s a lot less dancing and a lot more grinding and making out. Judging by the mischievous glint in his eyes, Vic seems to have this in mind, which is perfect, because so do I.
I grab him by the collar of his police uniform and kiss him roughly, and he kisses back, slipping his tongue into my mouth. He presses his body against mine, and I start moving against him. His hands are on my hips, brushing against the hem of my panties before shifting to my somewhat-exposed ass. I tangle my fingers in his hair, my lips quickly moving against his, and then we’re grinding against each other, his hands expertly roaming my body. I’ve needed this for a while now.
As the music gets faster, so do his movements, eliciting small noises from me, noises that get lost in his lips. We’re all hands and tongues and hips, moving against each other, and it’s getting me really fucking horny.
When the song ends, he breaks the kiss and takes me out of the crowd, leading me over to where some tables and chairs have been set up and people are sitting around and hanging out. Vic pulls a chair out and sits down, pulling me on top of him. We don’t need to say anything, and we don’t care how public we’re being. This is a Mark Hoppus party. People are bound to get down and dirty.
I wrap my legs around him and grind even harder against him, causing him to lean his head back and sigh loudly. I return my fingers to his hair, kissing his neck and giving him a lap dance like I’m a stripper or something. My panties are so tight against my hard cock as I move back and forth, biting and licking at the skin of his neck. His hands are back on my hips, moving me even faster.
I want him to fuck me.
I slow down a bit and lean in close, my mouth right next to his ear as I search in my mind for some sort of Halloween-related pick-up line. Finally, I breathe, “You know…the Ouija board thinks we should fuck.”
Vic raises his eyebrows at me again. “Oh, it does, does it?”
I nod. “Personally, I think that’s a great idea.”
Vic keeps running his hands across my body. “I didn’t bring any supplies,” he says slowly, his gaze clouded with lust.
"I did," I say, getting off of him and standing up before he can say anything. "Hold on."
Luckily, Gabe is in that same area, sitting at a table and hanging out with some people. I rush over. “Gabe,” I say breathlessly, resisting the urge to touch myself because I’m so turned on (though it’s not like my panties can really hide it anyways). “I need…”
Gabe gives me a confused look, which is quickly replaced by one of realization. “Oh. Oh, okay.” He laughs a little. “I didn’t think you’d actually find someone.”
"He’s hot," I whine, knowing how sexually frustrated I sound. "Oh my God, Gabe, he’s so hot. Please.” I hold my hands out desperately.
"Didn’t need to hear that," Gabe replies, pulling the condom and lube out of his pocket and giving them to me. "Now go, you sexual deviant."
"Thank you, I love you, you’re the best person ever," I say all in one breath, turning and rushing back to Vic. When he sees the supplies in my hands, his eyes widen, and then a slow smirk spreads across his face.
"Hey," he says, "I’ve got an idea, if you’re up for it."
The seductiveness in his voice sends chills down my spine. Yes. I’m up for anything. “What is it?”
He raises one eyebrow. “Have you ever tried role-playing?”
—
The conversation is surprisingly short and simple. Vic tells me his idea, and it sounds so hot and sexy that I can barely contain my excitement. He asks me what I can handle and how far I’m willing to go, and I assure him that I’m fine with everything he has mentioned and that I’ll tell him to stop if I need him to. We don’t have to say anything more—it’s as if we already know each other enough to understand.
I’m still horny as fuck as I walk upstairs and down the long hallway. There are probably other people up here, behind the closed doors of some of the rooms, but I’m not focused on that. I’m focused on Vic, on the thrill running through my body.
When I get to the end of the hall, someone pops out from the last door on the left, grabbing me by my wrists and pinning me against the wall. “Stay still,” Vic commands, his voice low and hot in my ear. “You’re under arrest.”
I turn my head to look at him, making my eyes wide and innocent. “What for, Officer?”
Vic pulls out a pair of real-looking handcuffs and attaches them to both my wrists, tight enough that they rub against my skin. “Indecent exposure,” he replies simply, that ever-present smirk still dancing on his lips. “That’s very inappropriate attire, I’m afraid.”
"Please don’t do this," I plead, getting fully into my role. "I’ll do anything if you’ll just let me go."
Vic raises an eyebrow, spinning me around so that I’m facing him, my hands still restrained behind my back. “Anything, huh?” he says, his gaze making its way up and down my body. The scenario might be fake, but the lust in his eyes is absolutely real.
"Anything," I insist.
After a few more seconds of contemplation, Vic takes my arm and pulls me into the large bedroom he came out of, closing and locking the door behind him. “I’m going to let you off the hook with a mild punishment,” he declares, stepping closer to me and putting his hand in my panties. He takes ahold of my dick and strokes me up and down, and I gasp.
"You’re a pretty one," he says, the same thing he told me earlier. "Let’s see how well you fuck." He takes his hand out, and I whine involuntarily.
He grabs my panties and pulls them down, and I step out of them, sighing at the relief of no longer being constrained. He doesn’t bother with my corset or stockings; he just says, “On the bed, on your stomach. Now.”
The canopy bed is big and soft, perfect to have sex in. I lie down on my stomach, my hands bound so that I can’t touch myself, and wait for Vic to make his move.
"Hmm, how many?" he says. "I think ten is a pretty good number. Count for me."
My breath catches in anticipation. “Yes…”
His hand comes down on my ass, and I cry out in both pain and pleasure. “One,” I say.
Vic spanks me again, a bit harder each time. I close my eyes, moaning even as my ass starts to sting. I bury my head in the pillow, my voice coming out thinner and more desperate after every hit. It hurts in all the right ways. This is what I’ve been waiting for. This is what I’ve been craving.
"Nine," I gasp. Then Vic gives me a final smack to drive the "punishment" home, and my voice barely comes out at all as I moan, "Ten.”
Vic grabs me by my hair and yanks my head up to look at him. “What was that, you naughty little slut?”
I try not to collapse—I love being called a slut. “Ten,” I repeat, my eyes fluttering open and closed.
Vic nods approvingly, letting go of me and dropping me back down to the mattress. He unhooks my left wrist from the cuffs, but only so he can attach that end to one of the canopy bed’s poles. Then he pulls out another pair of handcuffs and bounds my free wrist back up, attaching the other end to the pole on the side.
"Now you can’t go anywhere," he says, "and you can’t touch yourself."
"I can try," I say, smirking and straining against the handcuffs just so I can figure out how tight they are. Vic pulls my hair again, a bit rougher this time.
"You’re going to obey me, you little bitch," he says, his voice turning me on even more than I already am. "You want me to let you off the hook, don’t you?"
I nod. “Y-yes, Officer.”
"Then you’d better behave." With that, I hear him start to take his uniform off, undressing quickly, but not quick enough for my taste. My dick is throbbing, aching to be touched. I whimper and move around on the bed, trying to get some sort of stimulation from the friction of my hips against the mattress.
"Stop that," Vic demands, grabbing me by my hips and pulling me up to my knees to halt my desperate movements. "If you misbehave again, you’re going to get another spanking."
I make a quick mental note to misbehave again.
I can hear him opening a condom and sliding it on before lubing himself up. He doesn’t give any warning; he just tightens his grip on my hips, and then he thrusts into me.
I nearly fall back down onto the mattress, but Vic’s hands keep me in place. He’s one of the biggest I’ve ever had, filling me up so fucking well, and even though it hurts at first because of the lack of prep, I find myself getting used to his size fairly quickly, moaning in pleasure as he starts to move in and out of me. My corset is tight against my body, but I’m not exactly free to take it off, and I don’t think either of us are too worried about it anyways. Plus, Vic seems to find it hot.
He pulls almost all the way out before ramming back in, giving me no time to relax. I lift my ass up farther, pushing back against him in an attempt to fit more of him inside me. He slows down and pulls out a bit, spanking me mid-fuck, and my body jolts a little before a ridiculously horny whine escapes my throat. “More. F-faster.”
Vic spanks me again. I try to bury my face into the pillow, but he pulls me up by my hair once again, always so rough and hot. “You should learn to respect authorities, whore,” he scolds, his voice right next to my ear.
I close my eyes and let out a soft moan, desperate for him to start fucking me again. “Maybe you should teach me.”
Vic bites at the skin of my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin and letting out a low laugh when I whimper. “Maybe if you’re polite, I’ll give you what you want.”
My stubbornness doesn’t want me to obey, but I’m too aroused to hold back and instead tell him exactly what I want. “Please fuck me, Officer,” I beg. “Please. Go rough a-and fast. I wanna—wanna feel you deep inside me. Pretty please?”
I can’t see his face, but I swear to God that he’s got that sexy smirk back on his lips. “Thank you,” he says, and then he slams into me.
It’s so worth the wait. He grabs my hips again, crashing them against his in time with every thrust. He nearly picks me up off the bed each time, pulling at the handcuffs and surely leaving marks on my wrists, but I don’t care, not even trying to hold back my moans. He’s not showing any mercy, and I love it.
Vic changes his angle a little bit, hitting me right where I need him to. “Oh—myGod,” I gasp, my eyelids fluttering open and closed and my body starting to shake.
My knees nearly give out as he keeps going, his breathing harsh and uneven. I buck my hips in time with his, moaning even louder as he fills me up completely, hitting that spot over and over. “You’re so fucking hot, you slut,” he groans. “You like that? You like my cock in your pretty little ass?”
"Y-yes," I pant, my breath hitching. "I—I like it a lot, Officer."
I don’t tell him that I’m getting close, but he’s probably figured it out, judging by the way he slows down unexpectedly. “No,” I whimper, my dick pulsing with need. “Please…”
Vic teasingly licks at the spot on my neck that he was biting earlier; I’ve probably got a hickey there now. “Have you learned your lesson, my pretty little cumslut?”
Cumslut. Just when I thought he couldn’t get any hotter.
"Yes, I’ve learned my lesson," I assure him breathlessly, tugging at my handcuffs in a vain attempt at breaking free and touching myself.
Vic grips my hips even tighter—that’s definitely going to leave some marks, too. “If I let you come, do you promise never to do anything inappropriate like this ever again?”
"I promise," I gasp, moving my hips in a desperate search for some sort of stimulation. "I promise, Officer. Please—please let me come. I promise."
Vic thrusts into me faster. I can feel him loosening up a little bit, and then he’s coming inside me, letting out quite possibly the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard. “Oh, fuck…”
He slows down a bit as he rides out his high, and then he wraps his hand around my shaft and pumps quickly. I throw my head back, eyes closed as the much-needed euphoria overcomes me. “Oh my fucking—Vic,” I cry out as I come, breaking out of character and using his first name. Vic gives me a few more strokes as I come back down, and then he pulls out of me, finally letting me collapse on the bed.
For a few moments, it’s just us and our labored breaths. Then Vic reaches up and unfastens both pairs of handcuffs, letting me rest my hands on my pillow. “So,” he says, “did I earn the right to know your name?”
"Oh, you earned a lot more than that," I say. "It’s Kellin."
"Kellin?" Vic repeats.
I nod. “Mm-hmm. Kellin Quinn. That’s who you just fucked.”
He smiles. “Kellin Quinn. I like that.” He runs his hand across my ass in a sort of affectionate manner. “You okay? Want me to get some ice?”
Normally I don’t like to be taken care of, but this time, I just nod. My wrists, hips, and ass are all in some sort of pain, not to mention my upper body, which is still constricted by my corset. I’ve done this before, though, and it’s always been worth it. This time is definitely no exception.
"Quick question, though," Vic says. "What is your costume, exactly? Some sort of lingerie model?”
I smile. “Yep. A Victoria’s Secret angel, to be exact.”
He laughs, trailing his fingers across my bruised hips. I can’t help but feel like now I’ve been marked as his. I’m not really complaining about it, either.
"It’s official," I say. "This is the best Halloween ever."
Vic grins widely, probably the first genuine smile I’ve seen from him all night. “I’d have to agree, Kellin Quinn,” he says. “Gotta admit, that Ouija board did have a pretty good idea.” He winks at me, pulling it off flawlessly. “We should do this again sometime.”