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WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual
activity between men and women. If you are too young
to read about sex please do not read this.

             A Halloween Trick

"So," he asked, "what do you do?"

"What do you mean?" she answered.

"Well, what do you do for a living?"

"I'm not trying to make a living," she answered.

The DJ had the sound cranked up. The bar was a chaotic
melee of beautiful people and wanna be's on a normal
night. Tonight, with so many people in their Halloween
costumes, it was a scene from a Surrealist's
nightmare.   Logan looked at her in the flashing
variegated light. She was in a long vampy black dress
cut quite low. Her décolletage was prominent and kept
catching his eye. She had painted her skin an
unearthly white color. Her coal black hair hung long
and straight. He tried to see if it was a wig. Her
lips were painted a dark blood red, the color of a
good Bordeaux. She had beautiful white teeth. Her dark
eyes were almost hypnotic. He found himself lost in
them if he stared too long. If it weren't for the
Halloween costume she'd be quite a looker, Logan
thought. My first line didn't work but too soon to
give up.

"Quite a crowd huh?"

She looked around and then back to him. "Actually,
there was no one here of interest, until now."

Yowza, yowza he said to himself. "Can I get you
something to drink?"

She smiled at him. "Oh yes. For now a Bloody Mary
would please me."

Logan pushed his way up to the bar and ordered the
Bloody Mary and a Grand Marnier for himself. 'How can
anyone drink that stuff?' he asked himself when the
barkeep set the Blood Mary down. Logan shouldered his
way back to the girl. She had found a small table
right off the dance floor. Logan sat opposite her.
"Prost." He held up his drink.

She clinked his glass. "Success," she said. 'Her eyes'
was all Logan could think of when she looked at him.
He tried to think of some romantic way of telling her
about her eyes. But he was lost in them again. They
were calling him. He stared into her eyes and they
seemed to grow, to expand as he watched. They were
bottomless pools of midnight black set in a pallid icy
landscape. Caverns that opened into another world.
They were incredibly seductive. He would follow those
eyes anywhere.

"What did you say your name was?" she asked.

"Huh?" He shook his head to clear it. "My name... Yeah,
Logan."

"Logan, I'm very pleased to have met you tonight," she
answered.

"Great. Uh, can I ask your name Miss...?"

"Mina. Mina Murray."

Logan's eyebrows furrowed. He thought he recognized
the name. Maybe a client? Did they have a Mina Murray
as a client? One of his professors at school? It just
didn't come back. He took a shot in the dark, "I'm
pleased to meet you. That's a bit unusual. You don't
often see a name like that." 

"It's an old family name. I wasn't born in this
country."

He smiled. "I thought so. I thought I heard some
accent. Very subtle. I hope you don't mind me saying
that?"

"No Logan. That is fine. It is true so why should I
mind."

"So, where are you from?"

"You mean, my birth? That is not so important. But I
consider myself a child of Romania." 

'That's it.' Logan thought to himself. That's who she
reminds me of. Who was that Romanian gymnast? Nadia...
Nadia somebody. He had fallen in love with her when he
was just a little kid. He hadn't thought of her in
years. The same dark eyes, the same round face. No
wonder he loved her eyes. Logan sipped his drink and
saw that Mina had pretty much finished hers. "Would
you like another?"

"No. I am tired of this place."

"Would you like to go somewhere else?" he asked
hopefully.

"Someplace quiet. Someplace we could be alone."

Logan felt a stirring below the belt. Someplace alone.
Maybe he was going to get lucky on Halloween. "I live
just around the corner..." Then in a panic he tried to
remember if he had cleaned up today. Oh Jesus. I hope
I don't have underwear draped over the sofa.

"That would be good." She stood and started toward the
door. Logan jumped up and followed her out of the
crowded bar. He caught up with her at the door and
held it open. The wind was swirling down the gorge
created by the buildings. It moaned and howled as it
writhed through the cracks between buildings. Logan
pulled his jacket tight around himself and then
noticed that she didn't have a jacket.

"Do you need a coat," he said over the whistling wind.

"No I am fine," as she walked on.

He shrugged. "It's just around the corner." They
walked in silence until they came to his building. He
unlocked the door and held it open for her. "I'm on
the third floor." She followed him over to the
elevator. When the door opened she moved away to the
side. He looked in the elevator trying to figure out
why she wasn't entering. There wasn't anyone in it.
All he saw was his reflection in the mirror at the
back of the elevator.

"I'm sorry," she said. "Sometimes elevators make me
nervous. I was trapped in one during a fire. I know
it's irrational but sometimes I just can't get in
one."

"Oh well, umm, we could walk up if you don't mind."
Logan pointed to the stairs.

Mina smiled. "Yes. I'm sorry I'm being silly. Let's
walk up." Logan led her over to the stairs and
followed her up. On the third floor landing he was
huffing but she appeared not to notice. "Thank you for
humoring me. I hope you find it worth it." 

His mind raced. I hope that means what I think that
means. "No problem. I like the exercise." He led the
way down the hall. He opened the door to his
apartment, glanced in quickly to assess the state of
disrepair. Looks ok. Thank God. "Here's my place." He
stepped back.

She glanced in and then stepped into his apartment. As
he followed her in she looked back and commented,
"Very nice. It has a very masculine feel, earthy. I
like it."

"Thanks." Earthy? What the hell does that mean? As
long as I get laid I don't care. "Can I get you
something to drink?"

"No. Not yet," she said smiling enigmatically. "Soon I
will want something from you." The look in her eyes
sent a chill straight down to his loins. He felt his
cock begin to swell. Mina looked at the swelling and
smiled. Logan went from slightly embarrassed to horny
in a nanosecond when he saw that smile.

She walked over to the window. "I like looking at the
night. It feels so comfortable. The light is
reflecting on the glass and hiding the night. Perhaps
you might turn out the light?"

All right! "Sure." Logan quickly hit the switch. Light
from the street was enough to make out the shapes in
the room but the detail became blurred and indistinct.

Mina turned from the window. "You don't look
comfortable standing there. Why don't you sit?" She
was a velvety dark silhouette against the window but
her eyes sparkled in the dark. Those eyes. "Please
sit."

Logan walked over to the couch and sank back into the
soft cushions. His eyes never left hers. He was
magnetized by those coal black orbs. She walked over
and stood before him. The rest of the room
disappeared. All he could see was her. All he wanted
to see was her. She gently knelt before him like a
supplicant in some arcane ritual. She pushed his legs
apart and reached for his zipper. "What do we have
here?" she asked as she pulled the tab down. "Do you
want me to...?" as she leaned back.

"Yes. Please..." Logan said quickly, afraid she might
stop. Her hands massaged his thighs moving slowly
toward his open zipper. As they neared he felt his
desire rising, felt himself stiffening in response.

"Yes," she crooned. "Hmm. I can feel the blood
rushing." Her eyes gleamed hungrily staring at his
open zipper.  Logan couldn't believe his luck. Damn,
he thought. She really wants my cock.

She reached into the gap and drew out his half erect
cock. Her hands were cold, maybe from the walk he
thought, and slowed the stiffening. "Oh no. It must be
full." She looked into his eyes again. "Think about
what you want me to do. Do you want me to suck it? Do
you want me to suck your cock?" She said it quietly.
The hunger in her voice made it was incredibly erotic.
He knew from the hunger in her voice that she wanted
his cock. 

Logan moaned. "Yes." He wanted her to suck his cock. A
picture of her leaning forward and taking his cock in
her mouth filled his mind and the blood leapt into his
cock. In three heartbeats it was engorged with his
blood, stiff and standing straight.

"I want to suck your cock," she crooned. His cock got
even harder. It bounced in rhythm with his heart. Her
eyes locked with his and he was falling into them,
lost in a whirlwind. His head was spinning as if he
had drunk a case of beer. He heard her voice from far
away pleading, "Please let me suck your cock." He
couldn't answer. He had lost control of his body. "You
want me to. I can tell." He watched her head lower to
his lap and felt the first wet touch of her mouth on
his cock. His head spun. He was getting dizzy and a
great lassitude enveloped him. A desiccating weakness
surged through his body and he passed out.


The sun beat down on his eyelids. He moaned and
gradually opened them. The morning sun poured in
through the window. Logan was still on the couch in
the living room of his apartment. He was weak and
disoriented. Shit, he thought. I didn't drink that
much last night. What a hangover.

Logan sat up and nearly passed out again. He tried to
stand but was too weak.  Out loud he said, "That's it.
I'm never drinking again." Unfortunately, it was a
promise he had made too many times to be taken
seriously. He sat for a while gradually feeling the
blood come back to his head. Finally, when he felt
strong enough he stood and stumbled to the kitchen. He
drank three glasses of water and then two glasses of
milk before his thirst was slaked.

He sat down at the table and tried to remember the
previous night. Did I drink that much? Through the
haze and cobwebs he remembered. The girl. That's
right. I brought a girl home. I got a blow job. How
could I forget a blow job? As he remembered his
attention drifted down trying to recall the feeling.
There was a vague feeling of discomfort. He looked
down. His zipper was still down but his cock had been
replaced in his briefs. He rubbed his cock and nearly
yelped. What the...? He reached in and pulled his briefs
aside. He pulled his flaccid cock out through his
zipper.

Logan's heart skipped a beat. He felt faint again and
had to grab the counter to stand. On his cock he saw a
ring left by Mina's blood red lipstick and right below
the ring two small puncture wounds.



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