A Ghost's Story for Halloween

"That's OK," answered James, "If you lose you can be my Leia slave for the rest of the party."

"I don't have a Leia costume."

"Then, you'll be my naked Leia slave." sneered James. Then he added, "And you will be totally naked like something from Lord of the Rings, no hair anywhere, not even on your head."

"In your dreams," snapped Sierra, "because you are going to loose. And when you lose I will have you naked and totally shaved at the end of my chain for the rest of the evening."

A little push and loudmouth Tom stepped up again, "I can settle this," he said. "All I have to do is look it up on my phone. Are you guys serious about this bet? If you are, the one that is wrong ends up naked and shaved right here, right now. You really want to do this?"

I was getting ready to throw in a big push when James and Sierra both yelled "Yes!" at the same time. They might have ended up at this point even without me.

Then James added with what he must have thought was a sexy leer, but looked more like a bad imitation of Groucho Marx, "I'll even loan her out and let her serve food and drinks for the rest of the night."

Sierra laughed and sputtered, "No way, Jamie boy, it is you that is going to be serving drinks as a naked slave."

Tom waved his hands for silence in the room. "OK. Then this is the deal. The one who is wrong ends up naked, shaved - no body hair at all - and helping serve food and drinks for the rest of the party. Is that the bet?"

Both James and Sierra nodded.

Tom did a few quick actions with his phone and then made a drum roll sound while pretending to pound on a snare drum in mid-air. Then in his best imitation of some TV personality, he announced, "And the answer is......... YOU'RE BOTH WRONG!. Darth Vader tells Luke that he is his father, but he never says, 'Luke, I am your father.' Darth tells Luke that Luke doesn't know the full story of his father and Luke says that Vader killed him. Vader responds, 'I am your father.'"

Tom pointed to Sierra and said, "You said that Vader never told Luke, so you are wrong." He then pointed to James, "You said you had the exact quote so you are also wrong. YOU ARE BOTH WRONG!!!" Turning his back to them, Tom shouted, "What should we do about that people?"

Almost everyone in the room started yelling "They both lost. They are both naked slaves for the rest of the evening."

I didn't have to push to get that one either. Things were going on their own now. This would have been a really great party even without me.

Tom yelled out, "Somebody get some clippers and a razor, we've got some shaving to do!"

Darla ran upstairs and came back a few minutes later with an electric hair trimmer, a couple of razors and two cans of shaving cream. "I cut off the hair," she said, "then the guys shave Sierra and the girls shave James."

Both Sierra and James stood there like they were in shock. Someone started unbuttoning Sierra's costume and in a few moments her pirate pants fell to the floor. When Tom saw her bright pink underwear with a well-known face right over her pubic mound he cried out, "Well, Hello Kitty!, nice to see you." Sierra started crying softly and slid her panties down to the floor without being prompted by anyone in the room, including me.

In the meantime, three of the girls had backed James into a corner and were pulling off his jeans. He had no underwear under them and it was soon apparent that he had almost no hair to shave off. He looked like a kid just starting puberty rather than an adult in his mid-twenties. Most twelve-year old boys have a larger penis.

The girls pulled him back into the middle of the room and started slathering shaving cream all over his body. "I haven't even gotten down there and he's already popped a woody," laughed one of the girls. Another added, "or at least a splinter, its so small." The third continued the laughter and added, "I think he gets off having to strip in front of us. Maybe we should see if he's into pain."

"Not part of the bet," said Tom, "but maybe you can take him home later and play with him in private."

Within a few minutes James and Sierra were both totally devoid of hair and clothing and were assigned the task of getting whatever food or drinks anyone wanted. A little while later both came walking back through carrying trays of food. The only hair on their body was their eyelashes. Even their eyebrows were gone. While they were in the kitchen, someone had squirted ketchup all over Sierra and mustard all over James. Both had a little dollop of mayonnaise peaked on the top of their heads so that they looked likes some strange entree that had escaped the table. Both had tears wetting their cheeks but Sierra's inner thighs were also glistening with her juices and James pitiful little wiener seemed to stay at attention for the rest of the evening. There was no doubt that they were true masochists and definitely turned on by the public humiliation.

I didn't need to push them anymore, they were flying solo, and as I said, Debbie was just a matter of not letting her think too much about what she was doing, so I decided to try one more thing while the energy in the room was high.

Tom was just too tempting a target and since this was Darla's party, and she had been awfully fast with the clippers and razors, I figured they could be my final targets for the evening. I sort of suspected that they had the hots for each other anyway.

About a half-hour after midnight, when everyone was starting to get pretty buzzed and mellow, I helped Darla get the idea that maybe she and Tom should go for a walk out back behind the garage by the pool. Not a difficult push since she seemed like she needed something from him anyway.

The pool was already covered for the winter and everything was put away, but the hot tub hadn't been winterized yet so all she had to do was pull the cover back on it and she and Tom were set. No one would have known what they were up to except for one minor detail. Because of a new city ordinance last year, Darla's husband had to install a motion sensor alarm in the pool area. Normally an alarm sounded at the pool as well as in the kitchen, the living room, and in the bedroom upstairs if anyone went inside the pool fence. Additional alarms sounded if something caused the water to move.

Those bells and buzzers were shut off now that the pool was securely covered. The secondary alarm, however, the one that switched the televisions to the security cameras at the pool was still turned on. All someone had to do to activate it was press a little red button in the kitchen that was labeled "Pool TV circuit."

Since you were going into the kitchen to see what was going on in there anyway, I sort of suggested to you that you might want to push that button just to see what it did. Nothing happened except that a little red light above the button came on indicating that the system was now active. So, when Darla pulled the cover off the hot tub and set it against the gate to the pool area, she triggered the alarms. Suddenly all of the televisions in the house were showing a four way split screen of the security cameras around the pool.

Three of the cameras were trained on the pool and showed nothing but a blue and white striped pool cover. The fourth camera, however, which showed the side fence of the pool, also included an almost full frame view of the hot tub and the area around it. The camera must have been mounted somewhere high because you could see most of the way into the tub itself.

Several men had been trying to watch something on the big screen TV in the basement rec room when suddenly the picture changed. A loud "What the hell is going on" was shushed down by a chorus of voices saying, "Keep quiet. Let's see what is going on here."

Soon everyone in the basement was watching in hushed silence as Tom and Darla kissed and fondled each other and then shed their clothing and climbed into the hot tub. The water was steaming in the cool air of late October, but neither of them seemed to notice. Soon they were generating as much heat as the hot tub. One of the men who was somewhat familiar with security setups like this one grabbed a remote from the table and moved the cursor into the hot tub frame. When he clicked enter, Tom and Darla were full screen on the big screen and every other TV in the house. In the full screen mode, there was audio along with the video.

Darla was saying, "No, no, in the ass, in the ass. I want you in my ass."

A voice from the recliner chair said softly, "Well, I guess her threat to divorce me over my working late with my secretary doesn't carry much weight any more."

Several men cleared their throats as they realized that David, Darla's husband had been downstairs the whole time. "Punch record," he said from his chair, "it will pick up the last half hour and keep going for another hour. I don't think they will last that long, though. I'll send you all a copy later if you want. I think Darla and I are going to be watching this together later. She is going to have to work hard to make up for this. This isn't a stupid shopping spree. One blow job is not going to buy her forgiveness this time."

One or two people left the basement, but most stayed staring at the screen as Darla and Tom thrashed in the water and both reached their orgasm together. After several more minutes in the hot tub, Darla stepped out and got a couple of towels from a small box next to the tub. As she and Tom dried off and put their clothes back on, the microphone picked up her almost whispered words, "We shouldn't have, Tom, but God I needed that." Shortly after that, they walked out of camera range back toward the house.

David was waiting for them as they came back into the house through the patio doors. Everyone was standing around in silence wondering what was going to happen. A couple of the men moved over to where they could protect Darla or at least keep David from doing something that would land him in jail. But the precautions weren't needed. As Darla and Tom entered the room, David said quite loudly, "Lets give the stars of the evening a round of applause." and started clapping his hands.

Darla's eyes went wide as everyone started applauding and she saw the image of the hot tub on the living room television. Tom made a hasty exit back out the patio door.

David leaned close to Darla and said just loud enough for people standing nearby to hear, "In the ass, in the ass, you will get it in the ass as often as I want from now on, won't you Darla."

Darla looked down at the floor for a moment or so and then looked back into his eyes and answered, "Yes, if that is what you want, David. I thought you considered anal sex dirty and if I asked for it you would think that I was sick for wanting it."

David chuckled and replied, "I thought the same about you. That was the only reason I was attracted to my secretary. She has a hot ass and knows how to use it."

David reached out and pulled Darla into his arms and hugged her close to him. "Is that what has been coming between us? You wanted something that you needed and you were afraid to ask me for it? And I wanted something sexual and was afraid to ask you? We really need to talk about what you and I can do in bed. We have a lot of time to make up for."

There was another round of applause. This time real applause. Sometimes it feels good to get my jollies and save a marriage all at the same time. Eat your heart out, Doctor Phil.

Well, it is going to be light soon, so I am going to have to be heading back to the in-between. No, there isn't anything that makes night better than day except that almost no one believes in ghosts in bright sunlight. Its not worth the effort to push the veil if no one will give you the energy to do something. Besides, there isn't that much that goes on in the daytime anyway and it's not like need to get a tan or anything.

In any case, you have your ghost story for Halloween now. It has been a real pleasure talking to you.

No, we can't do it again sometime.

No, there isn't any one-time rule or anything like that. It's just that there is... one other reason why I was been able to come through the veil so easily tonight. I wasn't planning on mentioning this, but that migraine headache you have been fighting for the last several months.... It's not a migraine. It's a pulsing aneurism and has already started to leak. It will rupture in just a few moments. There was nothing that anyone could have done for you, or I would have told you earlier. You've been sliding into the veil for several hours now. The truth is that when you started pushing into the veil, I recognized you from last year and that's why I came over in the first place. The fact that you were watching my favorite porn site is why I stayed. And then, you asked for the interview. Well, you know where it went from there.

You're pushing pretty hard against the veil now. We should meet face to face in just a few minutes. While you are still there in first-life and I can draw some energy from your belief, I'll email this to your friend "W." He can enter it in the contest for you. Maybe you can hang around with me for a while in the in-between and see if you win anything.

And since you are going to be here anyway - or at least passing through, you might as well stay for Halloween. I know where there are going to be some really hot parties this year. It's not like anyone is going to stop us at the door, but you can come as my guest and I will show you the ropes, so to speak. Just think of it as a free, live, high-quality porn site that you don't have to pay membership to access... if you don't count dying as a price of admission.

You're starting to fade pretty quickly now. I'd better send this while I still have the power to push the keys. See you on the other side.