The Halloween Party_(4)

I had been invited to my first college Halloween Party. I asked my friend Nikki to go with me. Her 5-foot 2-inch height and thin frame lent easily to her Olive Oil costume. Her long dark hair wound up to a tight bun on the back of her head. I grabbed my Popeye costume and we went home. We looked great! Nikki’s perky breasts were hidden behind the oversized white blouse she wore. Her knee socks rolled down to her calves topped a pair of army boots that completed the ensemble.

I pulled on the padded sleeves that gave me the bulging forearms. The sailor’s tunic and navy blue slacks topped my shiny black oxfords. The sailor’s cap and corn cob pipe completed my costume. We laughed at each other as we walked to my frat house. At the door, one of my “brothers” gave me the secret handshake and two glasses of “punch”. We both knew the punch was more alcohol than anything else.

Nikki and I looked into the other’s eyes and slammed the large glasses. We moved from room to room as I explained each display. The living room was a small disco with lights and music filling the room with bodies moving around in it. The dining room was an operating theater. A corpse made of food lay on the antique gurney we found in the local second-hand store. Two rolling carts filled with condiments stood near the ends of the table. On the sideboard were finger foods in various beakers. Through the opening between the kitchen and dining room, a mummy and a mad scientist were handing out drinks served in specimen bottles.

A black-light lit room painted with abstract forms in phosphorescent paint with chairs arranged around the outer edge of the room was next.

The next room was filled chains, ropes, and straps hanging from the ceiling and two ladies in dominatrix gear walked around slapping people with cat-o-nine tails.