The Live-In Chef Ch. 08

Hey, nerds, Dakota here! Sort of a gear shift with this chapter. I hope you like geeky shenanigans because this episode is full of them. This goes out to anyone that ever read superhero comics and got hot thinking about the 'bad' guys. There's partying and goofy roleplay and, of course, plenty of group activities. Also, Meghan is back and she's an absolute menace. Enjoy!

With the Halloween party fast approaching, Kasey made sure to immediately ask Meghan and Carson if they could come and then checked her phone obsessively until they responded.

I had no idea u were a geek like that, was Meghan's response. Im in but if anyone in the group dresses up as the clown, Im leaving. Who's still available?

Deal, Kasey texted back. Then told her who had chosen which character.

Perfecto. I already know who I'll be then. You'll love it. And so will Mr. Lance ;)

Carson called about an hour later. He was old-fashioned that way.

"Hey, got your text. Um, Batman? Really?"

"Batman villains," Kasey corrected, pacing inside her small apartment that was over the Lance's garage. "You know, Catwoman, Mr. Freeze, Bane..."

"Yeah, I know. I didn't realize you were a fan. You're nerdier than I expected."

"What, girls that put out on the first date can't be nerds?"

"No. I mean..." Kasey could feel Carson blush on the other end of the phone.

"First of all, it's Batman. Everyone loves Batman. He's the basic bitch of superheroes. Also, everyone is a nerd these days. It would be weird if someone wasn't a fan of some superhero or fantasy thing."

Carson was silent on the other end for a moment. "Star Trek or Star Wars?"

"Star Wars. But I did have a sex dream about Jean Luc Picard once."

Carson laughed. "I think everyone has a sex dream about Picard at least once. Okay. Lord of the Rings or Game of Thrones?"

"Are you fucking with me? Lord of the Rings, all the way. You'd think Game of Thrones because of all the sex but actually my stepdad made me sit through the whole Ring trilogy when I had my tonsils removed a few years ago. Ten out of ten when you're tripping off codeine but I'm not quite at the dressing-up-as-an-elf-for-comic-con level. But, I did listen to Fellowship on audiobook."

"Damn. You really are a nerd. Well, okay. And I'm down to go to this party thing. Which villains are left?"

Kasey told him, then added, "But no Joker. Repeat after me: no Joker."

"No problem there. He's so overdone."

"Agreed."

"Okay. I don't have enough time to get ripped like Bane but I'll figure something out. You're sure your bosses are good with me tagging along?"

"Oh, yeah. And we've got another friend coming. It's gonna be a blast."

"Alright."

"Hey. So did I pass your nerd test?"

"With flying colors."

"Now it's my turn if we're comparing geek credentials. What's your Hogwarts house?"

"God damn it. I knew it!"

"What?"

"I knew this would come up eventually."

"Why?"

"No, it's fine. Just that every girl that I've ever known that's even remotely nerdy ends up asking me that question."

"Is that bad? Everyone knows their house. It's basic astrology for nerds. Nerdstrology."

"No, it's fine, I guess."

"Carson?"

"It's just that no matter what dumb quiz I take..."

"Carson? Answer. The. Question."

He let out a sigh. "... I'm Hufflepuff."

Kasey was silent for a long moment, having stopped pacing. "Oh, honey. I'm so sorry."

"It's fine. I've learned to accept it," Carson said in a manner that made Kasey believe it was not fine and he did not accept it. "How about you? I didn't lose my virginity to a Slytherin, did I?"

"Fuck no. I may be a slut but I'm not an evil slut. I'm Ravenclaw, which suits me just fine."

"That makes a surprising amount of sense. So, did I pass your nerd test?"

"Not at all. But you have a cute butt so you get a pass."

Carson laughed. "That's me, getting by on my looks."

***

Kasey spent the rest of the week in nervous anticipation.

She drifted through her classes in a daze and, in her free time, browsed Pinterest for inspiration for her costume. That Thursday, she even invited Meghan over to watch the '97 abomination that was Batman & Robin. It took them several hours to watch the whole thing because they kept distracting each other with sex. They both agreed that 90's George Clooney was, in fact, a dreamboat despite him being the worst Batman ever put to film.

On the day of the party, Kasey was beside herself with anticipation. It was silly that a mere party would make her feel that way but it was, she realized, not just any party. It was the first public event she'd be attending with the Lances. Not only that but her friends would be going too. Her two worlds would be colliding. What if Carson took one look at her bosses and told her to fuck off? She'd explained that she was nonmonogamous but it was one thing to hear that and another to meet the people you were nonmonogamous with.

She distracted herself by cleaning her apartment and then doing some housework for the Lances while they were at work. It was a Saturday but both of them were working a half day.

When she could take it no longer, she started getting ready.

Her first task was to dye her hair.

Originally, she contemplated buying a wig but, as far as she could tell, they all sucked. They were all either too expensive or looked terrible. And even the terrible wigs were pricey. Hair dye wasn't exactly cheap but she justified a new hair color that she'd keep for weeks easier than a wig she'd wear once. Besides, it was a fun change.

She used her own bathroom for the transformation. She was a novice with the process but had watched and read several how-tos to make sure she got it right.

After letting the hair dye set, she hopped in her shower for nearly twenty minutes to wash the excess color off.

Once she was fairly sure she wouldn't strain every damn thing she owned with dye, she toweled herself off and stared in the mirror.

Her chestnut hair had been transformed into a deep crimson. It was thoroughly unnatural but, she had to admit, she looked hot as a redhead.

Though she adored her natural hair color, this was college. It was supposed to be a time for experimentation. At that thought, she giggled at herself.

"You literally started fucking your bosses, their friends, and everyone else you could but dying your hair is 'experimenting'," she said to her reflection. Then, after regarding herself some more said, "I'm so getting laid tonight."

She still had the rest of her costume to put on but it was fairly simple. The trickiest part was doing the body paint using her off-hand and a mirror for hard-to-reach places. While that dried, she did her make-up using a few more online tutorials.

When she finally put on the costume itself, she couldn't help but smile widely.

She'd modified the green corset and an old green one-piece swimsuit with several feet of plastic ivy vines (only 8.99 on Amazon) that she used a hot glue gun to attach.

She wrapped more of the fake vines up her calves and halfway down one arm, holding them in place with clear hair ties. The green body paint formed vines as well, with strands going up her arms and legs, with one around her neck and up behind one ear. She used a hair clip with a pink plumeria to pin her hair and the end of the vine together, giving the illusion of having a flower tucked behind her ear. With a light green sheen of eyeshadow across both eyes and the bridge of her nose, combined with vibrant ruby-red lips, Kasey was wholly transformed.

She was Poison Ivy.

"Oh, yeah," she said to her reflection. "You're totally getting laid."

***

Kasey wasn't sure what she'd expected when Charlotte told her that Jason was going as The Riddler.

She'd known that character as either the gimp-mask-wearing Paul Dano from the latest movie or Jim Carrey's character from before she was born. And she found neither attractive.

Jason, however, had his own spin on the character.

He came out wearing a dark green pinstripe button-up that made him look taller and thinner than he really was. He wore pleated pants that matched his shirt, black suspenders, and a black tie that made him look part prohibition-era gangster. On his tie, near the top, he'd pinned a gold question mark as a tie clip. He wore the shirt with the sleeves rolled up over his forearms, which caused Kasey to practically purr. He wore black leather gloves and a narrow black mask that covered just the area around his eyes. He topped the outfit with a bowler hat, adding a bit of old-world flair to his gangster-like take on the character.

Charlotte's costume was much simpler but even more compelling.

She was going as Catwoman as made obvious by her skintight black bodysuit. It was the same one she'd bought from the sex shop and looked like it was originally meant to be part of some BDSM attire. It was pleather and had several shiny zippers on it, including one down the front that Charlotte had only zipped halfway, making a V almost to her navel and revealing generous cleavage. It was clear she wasn't wearing a bra and Kasey was sure her large tits would pop out at any moment. A pair of black high-heeled boots and cat ears completed the look.

"Holy moly," Kasey said when she saw them. "You guys look hot!"

"Speak for yourself, sexy lady," Charlotte said, checking her out. "You look positively delicious."

Kasey did a pirouette, showing off her figure.

Jason was grinning ear to ear. "You two look like every promise I made to myself when I was thirteen."

That caused both women to laugh.

Jason told her to pack an overnight bag as they'd rented a nearby hotel room for after the party. Kasey did, packing extra clothing in case.

They piled into Jason's Tesla and he drove them downtown while Charlotte played dance music to get them in a partying mood.

He parked in what initially looked like the middle of a warehouse district. Looking around, Kasey grew nervous. But soon she noticed there were plenty of people and what she thought were warehouses were actually bars and nightclubs.

She clung onto Jason's arm instinctively anyway.

With a woman on each arm, Jason led them across the street to a three-storied brick building. There was no sign for the establishment except a folding chalkboard out front announcing the All Hallow's Evening Halloween Party. A burly bouncer stood next to the door with his arms crossed, indicating they were in the right place.

A few people were milling about the front, all in costume.

A woman dressed up as a licentious Tinker Bell posed for a photo with a scantily clad cowgirl.

There was a foursome dressed as the Scooby-Doo gang with the Velma and Daphne characters in too-short skirts and the Shaggy character wearing a green shirt that read, Ask me about my Scooby Snacks.

But there was no sign of Carson or Meghan. Kasey checked her phone again, growing anxious.

"I'm sure they're not far behind," Charlotte said.

"Hey guys," a feminine voice said from behind them. "Fancy meeting you here."

It was Duane and Jessie. Kasey didn't recognize them at first in their costumes and did a double-take.

They were dressed as Vikings, with Duane shirtless and wearing what looked like fur-lined shorts. He was a big, bear of a man which didn't seem to match his profession as a lawyer but, with his full beard and closely shaved head, he certainly looked the part of a Viking warrior. He'd worn a sort of leather shoulder armor on his left shoulder that strapped around his chest to keep it in place. His bare skin was decorated with symbols in blue body paint, including a line of thick runes going down his right arm.

Jessie, his police detective wife, was dressed to match her husband. She was doing her best Barbarella impression, wearing an actual chainmail bikini that was trimmed in fur. Kasey recalled that she did Crossfit and had the body to match. She was ripped.

"You look so fucking hot," Jessie said, pulling Charolotte in for an enthusiastic hug.

"Speak for yourself," Charlotte replied, motioning to her friend's costume. "It's like fifty out here."

"It's practically still summer," Jessie shot back.

"Nonsense, I can see your nipples through your, ahem, armor."

Jessie looked down and then shrugged.

Duane and Jason hugged as well, with Duane making a show of lifting Jason off his feet in a bear hug.

"You lucky dog, you," Duane said. "You got two beautiful women to come to a costume party dressed up for your nerdy fantasy!"

"Hey, it was my wife's idea."

Charlotte struck a pose, showing off her long legs and the way the black bodysuit hugged her ass. "What can I say, Michelle Phifer broke something loose in me in my formative years."

They talked for a few minutes before Jessie declared her undying desire for a drink, pulling Charlotte into the club.

Duane chatted with Jason while Kasey scanned the area for any sign of her friends.

"Looking for someone?" Duane asked.

"We were supposed to meet some other villains."

"Sexy villains?"

"Naturally. Gonna party like we killed Batman."

That got the big man to laugh. "If they're anything like you, I can't wait to meet them."

"Look who I found, wandering all alone in the bad part of town!" a voice said behind her.

She turned to see Meghan arm in arm with Carson, a wry smile on her exquisitely done-up face.

She affected the sing-song Brooklynn accent that so encapsulated her character: Harley Quinn.

"He was looking all lost like a puppy and I knew he was one of us!" she said, staying in character.

Meghan's costume was a play on the Margo Robbie version with a few changes. She dyed the tips of her pigtails; one side blue and the other pink and wore bright eyeshadow to match the opposite side. Instead of Robbie's "Daddy's Little Monster" shirt that was so iconic, she wore a two-tone pink and blue bikini top with a too-short, cropped varsity jacket over it. Matching two-tone booty shorts over torn fishnets with Converse sneakers brought the rest of the outfit together.

"So there I was, parking when your friend started talking in character at me," Carson explained. "I was worried my costume wasn't obvious."

"I know!" Meghan exclaimed. "He doesn't look like a penguin at all! But hubba-hubba!" She elbowed Kasey in the side with an exaggerated wink.

Carson Derico was dressed as the Penguin but not in a very obvious way. Thankfully, he didn't try the creepy Danny DeVito version from the 90s but instead made it his own. He wore a black tuxedo complete with a monocle. He also had a long Audrey Hepburn-style cigarette extender hanging out of his mouth, although he didn't smoke. Oddly enough, he matched the old-world aesthetic of Jason's Riddler and looked the part of a sophisticated gangster rather than a creepy birdman.

He was looking slack-jawed at Kasey though.

"You changed your hair," he started, dumbfounded. "It looks great."

"Thanks," she said, feeling like her face matched her red hair.

"Our Kasey cleans up nice," Jason said. He thrust out his hand, grabbing Carson's. "Jason Lance. You must be one of her classmates."

"Carson. Derico."

Jason looked at him up and down, momentarily confused. "You're Ferd's and Leanne's boy?"

"Sure am," he said, glancing at Kasey, "they're my parents."

"Last time Charlotte and I ate there, your dad was beaming about how proud he was to have his son going to the Stone Academy. It's great to meet you."

"Aww shucks, mister," Carson said, affecting a kid's voice. "I sure do hope to make them proud."

Jason laughed. "Okay. Okay. I get it. You're no kid. Do they know you're here?"

Carson shook his head.

"Probably for the best. You might want to keep it that way."

Duane cut in. "He looks sharp. You wear that tux well."

"Thanks. Honestly, it's my grandfather's. I'm just borrowing it."

"Ahh, that's a slick move, my guy," Meghan said, putting a finger to her temple. "Poison Ivy here is going to be all over you then."

"What do you mean?"

"Shut it, clown girl," Kasey said, blushing harder. Then to Carson, she said, "I think you look great."

"Miss Mitchel," Jason said, finally acknowledging Meghan. "It's good to see you again. Glad you could make it."

Meghan couldn't help but keep up her act, "Oh, that's not all I'll make, Mr. L." She bit her lower lip, moving close to him. "You seem like a fella that asks a lot of questions, am I right?"

That got a wry smile from Jason, who pulled her close. "What gets longer if pulled, fits snugly between breasts, slides neatly into a hole, and works well when jerked?"

"Mmm, your cock!" Meghan said, louder than necessary.

Jason looked mock-horrified at her. "It's a seatbelt, you dirty girl. But I like where your head's at."

"You nerds are too much," Duane said, shaking his head.

By now a line had formed for entry but Jason walked up to the bouncer and spoke briefly with him. The bouncer simply nodded, shook his hand, and let them all through. Kasey, Carson, and Meghan still all got carded and got black Xs sharpied on their hands. That was fine by Kasey as she didn't feel the need to drink to have fun here.

The fun was all around them.

Thumping music from a DJ dressed as Tarzan was compelling go-go dancers dressed in neon body paint to dance under black lights. The dance floor was sparsely populated for now but there were three cages, suspended in the air, where other dancers--two women and a man--were writhing practically naked. In one corner was a mechanical bull, with a scantily clad fox girl riding it to cheers from onlookers. There were costumes inspired by movies, comics, and TV shows but plenty of people were doing their own thing. One woman, a tall and curvy blonde, wore a bikini covered in Jolly Ranchers, black letters on her belly read, "Suck for a Buck." Another woman, dressed as a sexy schoolgirl, was currently taking up that offer and was licking candy on the woman's breast.

They met up with Charlotte and Jessie at the bar. Charlotte gushed over Meghan's and Carson's costumes and insisted on a big group selfie. Jason bought them all the first round of drinks, with bottles of water for the teenagers.

"Your guy friend is handsome," Charlotte whispered to Kasey, leaning close. "Is he the aforementioned boyfriend?"

Kasey smiled and nodded.

"Attagirl. Does he know? About us?" Charlotte made a circular motion with her hand.

"Sort of. I don't know if he fully understands. He seems okay with it so far."

Charlotte looked over at Carson with a predatory gaze. "Well, any friend of yours and all that. I'd love to play a bit with him if he's up for it. And you."

"I don't want to trick him. He's a little on the innocent side."

"No tricking allowed," she agreed, crossing her heart. She pointed to her husband, "Jason has been looking forward to seeing Meghan again and while she's an absolute delight, I'm afraid I need a little more meat in my diet."

"As long as you bring him back in one piece."

Charlotte laughed. "I promise nothing."

Meghan came up and grabbed Kasey from behind. "Come dance with me!"

Kasey grabbed Charlotte and she, in turn, grabbed Jessie. Soon the women were all dancing to the vibrant house music. Meghan was the best dancer of the bunch and the others gave her space to let loose as she twisted and swayed.

Jessie grabbed Kasey as her dance partner and pulled her in. Her hands were immediately all over her body, running over her low back and moving with Kasey's swaying hips.

"I fucking love your hair!" she yelled at Kasey over the music. She played with it as they danced, running her fingers through which caused Kasey to practically melt. She couldn't help but feel up Jessie in her chainmail bikini, running her hands over the warm metal.