Skin Deep (21 page)

We left a large area for dancing and did a
little bit of decorating in the smaller room, setting up the
snack/drink area so it was ready for the food to be put out when it
was time. We had enlisted my mom and Jenna to help with the food,
and Allie and I had each made a few things, too. I’d been up late
the night before making buffalo chicken dip, which I know isn’t
scary or Halloween themed, but it is orange colored and frankly, a
party isn’t a party without that shit!

We also set up a bar area and Leah agreed to
come in and “bartend” for us for a bit. We had gotten the things to
make Black Apples, which is blackberry schnapps, apple pucker, 7up,
and sweet & sour mix (Yum!), Axe Murderers, which is (Drunk
City) amaretto, gin, rum, Southern Comfort, tequila, Triple Sec,
vodka, 7up, grenadine, and pineapple juice, Ghostini’s, which are
simple but delicious martinis made with vodka, melon liqueur, and
sour mix, and my favorite punch of all time! It was called simply
Halloween Brew and was vodka (I went big with the 110 proof), 7up,
lime sherbet, and dry ice to make it look like it was smoking.

Once we finally got everything ready to go,
we rushed back to Allie’s house to get ourselves dressed. We had
found long, billowy, hooded cloaks to wear over our costumes so we
could hide them until we were ready to surprise everyone. Well, not
really everyone. Our goal was to drive the guys insane, and I think
Allie and I were definitely on point.

We headed back to the hall about fifteen
minutes before everyone was due to begin arriving. My mom, Jenna,
and Leah were all there already, setting up the food and getting
drinks ready. They raised their eyebrows at us when we refused to
show them our costumes, but didn’t say anything.

My mom was dressed as Julia Child, wearing a
button up blouse and long, slim skirt with a gravy spattered apron
tied around her waist, brown curly wig, and a bottle of wine
sitting at her side. She also had a rolling pin and spatula tucked
into her waistband.

Jenna was wearing a long, black trench coat
that she kept tightly closed. She looked beautiful with her hair
perfectly coiffed, and her makeup flawlessly done. We asked her
what she was supposed to be, and we lost it when she simply reached
down and tore open the coat (which she had apparently modified with
Velcro) to reveal a flesh covered body suit with stuffed pantyhose
attached to resemble long, stretched out boobs with pasties on the
nipples that hovered around her belly button, and an afro wig
attached to her pelvic area.

Leah was…well, not creative. But I guess if
it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. She was wearing her red and white
high school cheerleading uniform, but she had modified the skirt so
it was barely covering her ass, and turned the top into a bra.
Instead of wearing sneakers, she had on thigh high red boots with
stiletto heels that were at least six inches tall. She looked like
a high school hooker. She had installed herself behind the table we
had designated as the “bar” and had even put a small jar in front
of her that said ‘TIPS’ in heavy black letters.

Allie looked at me and whispered, “She does
realize that we’re throwing a party with an open bar and she’s not
really working, right?”

I shrugged. Ten to one, that jar would be
full twice over by midnight.

People began arriving and Allie and I stood
by the door, greeting them as they came in. We kept our hoods
pulled low so no one could really see our faces. We had just
abandoned our posts to head over to Leah to get drinks when we saw
Leah’s jaw drop and heard her gasp, “Oh, holy shit!”

Allie and I spun around and we grabbed onto
each other to keep our knees from buckling at the sight standing
just inside the door.

Luke was standing there in a tight, ribbed
black tank that was tucked into camouflage pants. The pants were
tucked into black combat boots that laced up his shins, and he had
a camouflage ball cap turned backwards on his head. Silver dog tags
gleamed against the darkness of his shirt where they lay against
his chest. His tattoos stood out in stark relief on his skin and he
looked dangerous and sexy and I wanted to jump him where he
stood.

Jackson was standing beside Luke, shirtless,
with faded, ripped jeans slung low on his hips. He had steel-toed
boots on his feet and a tool belt around his waist. He had a hard
hat on his head that had something written on it, but I couldn’t
quite make it out. I also saw that he had varied items shoved into
the loops and pouches of the tool belt. He smirked and took a
couple steps toward us so we could see the details of his costume.
His hat said ‘Women’s Tool Kit’ on it and his belt was filled with
condoms, flavored lube, and various vibrators. Oh. My. God.

I heard a choked sound beside me and looked
at Allie. I couldn’t tell if she wanted to laugh or drool as she
stared at Brandon. He was standing there in nothing but a pair of
leather flip flops and black Calvin Klein boxer briefs.

His costume, or lack thereof, broke us out of
our daze, and we smiled as they walked closer to us, moving out of
the way as more people came through the door.

“What the hell are you supposed to be?” Allie
asked Brandon.

“An underwear model, of course,” Brandon
replied, striking a pose and flexing his muscles.

I rolled my eyes and looked back at Luke. He
was peering intently at Allie and me, trying to get a good look at
our faces. I stepped back away from him and Allie followed. Without
a word we walked into the big room. Allie nodded at Jeremy, who we
had enlisted to help with our plan to bring the guys to their
knees, and he hit a button, filling the room with Kid Rock’s
So
Hott
.

As the intro played, the guys followed us,
attempting to get close enough to see what we were dressed in. On
cue (we worked this out earlier), Leah abandoned her bar position
and pulled all three of them back from us, pushing them into chairs
by the closest table. In the meager light afforded by the lamp on
the DJ table and the glowing vases on the tables, we could see the
guys look at each other in confusion, but that changed quickly.

Allie and I dropped the hoods of the cloaks
off of our faces as the lyrics began, each of us rolling our hips,
our eyes locked on our targets. Well, my target was Luke; I was a
little confused as to Allie’s, but I assumed it was a two for one
deal tonight, since both Jackson and Brandon were sitting there
and, well, she was hot for them both.

Kid was singing, ‘
You got a body like the
devil and you smell like sex
,
I can tell you’re trouble but
I’m still obsessed
’ and our audience had grown. Everyone at the
party had crowded in to watch what we were doing. I was getting
extremely nervous because, honestly, I hadn’t thought much about
other people seeing us do this. It was too late to back out now, so
I took a deep breath and continued.

The chorus of the song hit and we started
releasing the toggle buttons holding the sides of the cloaks
together, making sure we didn’t wiggle too much and reveal it all
too soon. It was hard to hold back because the beat and the words,
‘
So hot, I don’t wanna be your friend, I want to fuck you like
I’m never gonna see you again
’ made me want to dance my clothes
off.

Kid Rock’s voice trailed off and the beat
changed. We started moving a little bit more, both of us getting
lost in the music as Halestorm’s
I Get Off
started in. As
soon as she started singing the lyrics of the chorus, Allie and I
threw off the cloaks completely and started really dancing, rolling
and dipping our hips, our hands running up our bodies into our hair
as we moved slowly towards the guys.

Their eyes about popped out of their heads as
they took in what we were wearing. Allie was dressed in a black
leather strapless sheath. The hem of the dress hit the top of her
thighs, barely covering her ass, and she wore torn fishnet
stockings with spike-heeled, knee high black leather boots. Her
hands were covered with fingerless black leather gloves, and she’d
found a spiked collar to wear as a choker around her neck. She’d
spiked her hair out all over her head, and the purple streaks were
now fire engine red.

We’d both gone heavy on the makeup, rocker
chick style, and both had painted our lips blood red and glossed
them with my favorite MAC Lipglass (that shit is the bomb!). I’d
left my hair down but had pinned the sides back from my face. I
left my bang area down since they’re sideswept anyway, and let the
hair curve down over my eye a bit. It looked pretty damn sexy in
the mirror but was driving me nuts. I felt like I was blind in one
eye.

I’d gone all out on my outfit, and it had set
my savings back a bit. By the looks on their faces, though, it was
worth it. I was wearing a black satin corset that plumped my girls
up dangerously. I mean, they’re pretty good size anyway, but the
corset made them scandalous! It had red lace insets down the front
and laced in the back with red satin ribbon. I paired it with tiny
little pair of black leather shorts over red fishnet hose, and
thigh-high black leather boots. The heels on my boots weren’t spike
heeled, but were a little thicker and stacked. I picked them
because we all know how graceful I am, and I would probably have
broken an ankle in spike heels. I was still a little worried about
these boots, though, because they had a four inch heel.

I’d left my arms and hands bare, and painted
my nails blood red to match my lips. I’d also wrapped a silver
choker chain around my neck, and attached a thin, silver-studded,
black leather leash to it. I was currently running the end of the
leash down my body between my breasts while swaying, rolling, and
dipping my hips to the beat.

Allie and I looked at each other and she gave
me a small nod; then we turned our backs to the guys to continue
dancing. We had kind of choreographed our costume reveal, and it
wasn’t anything spectacular, just something to get a rise. We
miscalculated just what kind of rise we would get, though.

I squealed as my cloak was wrapped around me
from behind before I was lifted in the air and thrown over a hard
shoulder. I realized that it wasn’t too bad of a position to be in
when I came face to face with Luke’s lower back, just above his
deliciously tight, camo-covered ass. So I did what any sane woman
would do and reached down to yank his shirt out of his pants and
kiss the skin I bared.

I yelped as he smacked my ass, and then bit
him when he growled at me to behave. I started hollering for Allie,
trying to see where she was. A light came on and Luke set me on my
feet. I looked around and realized that we were in the men’s
bathroom.

I didn’t have time to see much more or to say
anything, because Luke pressed me back against the wall and slammed
his lips down on mine, pushing his tongue past my lips as he kneed
my thighs apart to press his thigh between them. I gasped into his
mouth as his leg pressed against my clit, and I thrust my hips
forward to increase the friction.

He pulled back from me and whispered in my
ear, “Can we leave now?”

I giggled. I couldn’t help it. “No, we have
to stay for the party! Umm…Luke, where’s Allie?”

He shrugged and grinned before saying, “Well,
if the two of you dancing around in basically no clothes did
anything to my brother like it did me, then I’d say she’s having a
good time. But its probably an even better time because Jacks got
to her before Brandon.”

“Oh, God!” I gasped, pushing away from Luke
to go try to find Allie. He chuckled and followed me out into the
small room.

He turned to get a drink from the bar as I
made a bee line for Allie, who I saw just coming in the door from
outside. She looked pissed, and she had leaves in her hair and her
lipgloss was missing. Brandon and Jackson ambled in behind her,
both looking smug, and I found Allie’s missing lipgloss. It was
smeared across their lips. Yes, I said their. As in Brandon’s. AND
Jackson’s. Whoa.

Allie stomped by me, brushing her hands
through her hair to dislodge the leaves. I gave her a shocked
smile, before whispering, “Yeah, I’m gonna need details later.” She
gave me a grim smile back and nodded sharply before disappearing
into the bathroom.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of
drinking, dancing, and fending off wandering hands. Every time I
turned around, Luke was sliding his hands everywhere he could get
them, and I noticed Brandon and Jackson doing the same to Allie,
even though she did not look happy about their attention. I felt a
little odd about Jackson being all over Allie, but I think it was
more just because of…well, you know. That night. Which I hadn’t
told Allie about yet.

But I was also just worried that she was
going to get herself into something that she might not be ready
for. Even though she was about as wild as they come.

The party was a success, and after we cleaned
up the hall, we all headed out. My mom and Jenna stayed behind to
help, but Noah had gone home to relieve the babysitter, and Leah
had left with the horse’s ass. No, seriously. There were a couple
of guys that dressed in one of those two piece horse costumes, and
she took the ass end home. He was pretty cute for an ass, though,
so I guess I couldn’t blame her. (And by the way, I was right. She
was holding onto the full tip jar and had a wad of ones stuffed in
her bra as she headed out the door.)

Allie was told by Brandon that she was coming
home with all of us and surprised me when she didn’t put up a fight
about it.

I woke up the next morning stretched out on
top of Luke. I couldn’t remember how I got there, but figured he
couldn’t be very comfortable. I slid slowly and carefully off to
the side and he shifted, turning onto his side with his back to me.
God, he’s so gorgeous.