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Halloween was always my favorite time of year. Girls got to dress as sluts and guys simply got to enjoy the view. My costume that year wasn’t all that creative. I was simply going to be a construction worker, I had a jean vest, yellow hard hat, and a tool belt equipped only with an old hammer I had found laying around my house. My friend Bill was having a party that night and it was supposed to be legendary. I showed up around ten that night and the house was already packed. It didn’t take me long to find Bill and congratulate him on a great party. He was already drunk and having a great time so I looked around for a few other friends. I found Tom outside on the deck, hanging out and talking with a few girls so I came up and introduced myself. Amanda, Lucy, and Kate were the girls Tom was talking too and they all looked spectacular. Amanda was a blonde dressed as a nurse, Lucy a brunette dressed as an army soldier, and Kate was dressed as a dark angel. It was pretty apparent Tom was interested in Lucy, he couldn’t keep his eyes off her, and so I decided to focus my attention on Amanda and Kate. It was going pretty well as the party progressed, then there friend Kim showed up. Kim was a dark haired Asian girl dressed up in a secretary, nothing special about her outfit. She was quieter than the other two and seemingly put a damper on the mood. I offered to get them all drinks, when Amanda grabbed my hand,
“Get me an extra strong one” she asked.
“Sure” I responded, smiling at her. It took me only a few moments to find the bar and pour three mixed drinks. Vodka and soda was all that was there so I poured three quickly, the third with a large amount of vodka. When I returned to the three girls I found Amanda was taken by a new guy who had shown up, leaving just Kate and Kim. I handed them two of the drinks, accidently giving Kim the one with all the vodka.
“This is horrible” she said instantly.
“Oh don’t be a baby” responded Kate. “It's not that strong, you just don’t drink that often. Drink up and you’ll be fine.” Kim didn’t look happy but she drank up anyway. The night progressed slowly and me and Kate were getting more and more friendly until suddenly Kate looked away, holding her stomach.
“I think I’m going to be sick” she muttered as she darted away. I didn’t want to see her throw up so I turned away. I thought Kim would follow but she remained leaning against the rail. She had been quiet for awhile now.
“Are you ok?” I asked.
“Ya” she responded with a giggle. She was hammered I realized as she stood up, no longer resting on the rail and began to sway. “I have never been drunk before” she whispered to me, leaning in close. It wasn’t until that moment that I really looked at her. Before my attention had been on just her friends with but her close, I realized she was good looking. Long black hair, a beautiful smile. The problem was her secretary outfit did more to hide her body than show it off. I wanted to see more of her I realized.
“So how come you’re not dressed like your friends?” I asked, not sure how she would respond.
“Me?” she responded. “I could never dress like that. I could never show so much skin.”
“Why not? Why don’t you take off your jacket?” I questioned her. She was drunk so I figured why not. She rose to the challenge magnificently. Without hesitation she undid her jacket and put it on the railing. She stood there with a white blouse, clinging to her tight figure. Her long black skirt clung to her legs and without her jacket I realized she had a great body.
“How bout that?” she asked, meeting me wandering eyes. I couldn’t resist and pulled my phone out of my pocket and snapped a quick picture of her. “What was that?” she asked, stumbling over too me.
“Just texting my friend” I said, lying shamelessly to her. “Why don’t we head inside and sit down?” I offered, wrapping my arm around her waist.
“Sure” she said, leaning her head on my shoulder. Alcohol was clearly getting the best of her as she allowed me to lead her into the house. I’d been to Bill’s house before, so I steered us to a small room on the side of the house. He normally smoked a hookah there but during parties kept it closed so I knew we would be alone. Together we stumbled in the room and I shut the door. “It's hot in here” Kim said, sitting down on the couch.
“Why don’t you take your shirt off then” I responded sarcastically, sitting down on the chair across from her.
“Good idea” she slurred, reaching up to begin unbuttoning her blouse. This was the last thing I had expected but I wasn’t going to stop her, so I sat back and watched the show. It took her awhile since she was extremely drunk but in the end her shirt ended up next to her on the couch and she leaned back wearing a beautiful black lace bra and her long skirt.
“You should take the skirt off too” I suggested, hoping for the best.
“Ya” and was a struggle Kim rose from the couch and reached behind herself, unzipping the black skirt. She raised her hands and let the skirt fall to the ground. Before me stood one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. Long black hair fell across her shoulder, small breasts were supported by a black bra, lace contrasting her pale skin, and her panties matched the bra, wrapped tightly to her ass with lace on the edges. “What do you think?” she asked, trying to pose.
“You look great” I answered truthfully, my eyes wandered up and down her body. I slipped my phone out of my pocket again and began taking pictures. This time she didn’t seem to mind, but instead posed. Again and again the camera flashed, each time a new angle of her body. “You should take the bra off too” I offered.
“No,” she responded quickly. “Then I’d almost be naked.”
“Just cover yourself with your arms, that way you still covered” I told her. “Please” I said, stepping close to her.
“Ok” she whispered meekly. One hand went up to cover her chest while the other reached behind her body and undid the bra. It too fell to the floor besides her skirt. Once done she raised her second arm as well and covered her chest, making sure it was well hidden.
“Smile” I said, taking a close up of her face with the camera. A few more pictures and she had relaxed again. “Why don’t you hold up your hair so it doesn’t block you face? She complied and I knew I could get her to move her other arm soon. After a few more pictures, she did without me even asking and I loved the view. Her perky little nipples stood at attention and she showed them off proudly now. My phone was nearing the limit of its pictures so I took one last full body picture of her topless and smiled. I stepped in closer to her now and held her in my arms. Her body practically molded too me. My dick strained against my pants and I wanted to fuck her so badly. I leaned into kiss her when suddenly the door opened and two drunken people fell through the door.
“The cops are here” one of them shouted as they lay on the ground. “We have to hide” I don’t think I’d ever seen a drunk person sober up as fast as Kim did in that moment. One moment she was more than willing, half naked in my arms and the next she was grabbing her clothes and disappearing through the door, leaving me speechless. Knowing the cops were here, I calmly walked out the door and into the backyard. I was twenty one so it didn’t matter but I still didn’t want to chance anything. The backyard was clear so I walked onto the street and called a friend. It didn’t take me long to find a ride and another party, but nothing that followed compared with Kim.
The next day I was dragged awake as the clattering of dishes in the kitchen woke me from my slumber. I rose slowly and looked around, my phone caught my attention and the first thing I did was begin looking through my text messages, making sure I hadn’t sent out anything inappropriate. It only took me a few moments of thumbing through my phone to remember Kim and I quickly opened my pictures. I sat back as I began to click through them one by one, each one showing a beautiful girl undressing. Halloween night was the first night I had met Kim and with these pictures I wouldn’t be forgetting her anytime soon.
My day wasn’t anything special except for the hangover that followed Halloween; I just enjoyed hearing all my friends’ stories of what they did, or what other people said they did. I kept the story of Kim and I to myself, instead exaggerating the tale of my escape from the police. The next week followed much of the same routine, school and school work. I was looking forward to the weekend when my roommate came to my room, interrupting my homework.
“Ben, some girls here for you. She’s waiting down stairs.”
“Thanks” I said, closing my homework and heading downstairs. To my shock Kim stood there, fidgeting in the middle of the living room. “Hey” I said hesitantly, not expecting to have seen Kim again.
“We need to talk” Kim said immediately, clearly upset about something.
“Sure, let’s head up to my room” I offered. I turned and moved back up the stairs with Kim following. I got in my room and shut the door after Kim walked in.
“Do you remember what happened on Halloween?” Kim asked quickly, probably afraid of the answer.
“Ya” I responded, a smiling on my face. Kim’s pale face turned beet red instantly, apparently she remembered that night as well. “Why” I questioned.
“Do you still have those photos?” She asked, lips quivering.
“Yes” I answered, starring her straight in the face.
“You have to delete them,” she practically screamed.
“No”
“What?” she gasped.
“I’m not going to delete them, it’s very simple.”
“You have too!” She screamed. “You have to delete them” Throwing her fists she fit me in the chest. It was a pathetic attempt at intimidation, so I smiled while she was in agony over this.
“I don’t have to do anything” I stated again, grabbing her fist that hit my chest. “But you have to do something.”
“What? I don’t have to do anything. You’re going to delete those pictures you bastard!”
“That’s where you wrong,” I replied. This time though I grabbed her hair and forced her against the wall of my room. Very quietly I looked her in the eye, “What’s going to happen is very simple. I was going to leave those pictures on my phone and just look at them occasionally, but nothing else with them. Now though, you’ve pissed me off. If you don’t want me to send those pictures to every one of your friends you’re going to do exactly what I say, when I say it. Understand me, bitch?”
Shock filled her face as the realization of what I just said sunk into her mind. A guy she had met once had control of her life from that moment forward; those pictures could ruin her plan for the rest of her life.
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