Nikki's Halloween Party - Pt. 9

Aubrey spun. The bathroom door was closed now. And sitting on the edge of the ornate bathtub was the party's host, holding a caramel apple on a stick in her hand, one obvious bite missing from the side of it. She ran a slender finger around her mouth and collected a thread of caramel, then deposited it onto her tongue, lewdly sucking her finger clean.

Aubrey gasped, her mouth working like a fish pulled from the water, drowning in air.

Nikki's legs, crossed, slid over one another as she stood and approached. Aubrey was very aware of the click of her heels on the marble floor, the way Nikki's legs folded before the other as she moved languidly toward her. She tossed the ravaged candy apple behind her. It landed in the tub with a thump! but Aubrey's eyes were on Nikki's, cool and gray.

"I'm trying not to take your running away screaming personally, but I have to admit that it feels directed at me."

"Please," Aubrey whimpered.

She had never felt so small or so scared as she did in this moment.

"Please, what?" Nikki said, feigning innocence. "What is it you think I'm going to do to you? Why do you think I invited you to this party?"

"You said there was some kind of sacrifice."

"Oh. That. I wouldn't worry about that part. It's really a formality. I promise you that nothing I have in mind would bring any physical or mental harm to you or any of your friends."

Nikki stopped, now mere inches from the tip of Aubrey's painted nose.

"What I want - Kitten - is something I am sure you would give me anyway. Especially when I tell you what's for sale."

Aubrey's fear still coiled in her belly, but curiosity was battling for attention. Her head leaned at a slight angle while she stared at the beautiful woman, eyes narrowing to divine what sort of trick this might be.

"Go on, ask," Nikki grinned.

"When you say for sale-"

"Uh-huh?"

"You're offering something?"

"No. I'm offering everything."

Nikki turned on one of her pointed heels and paced the room, gesturing grandly with her hands while she made her pitch.

"Aubrey, you have come here because you wanted a shot at the good life. You have always felt as if you deserved more than what you had. And one could hardly blame you. Just look at that tight little ass of yours. And those tits!" Nikki rolled her eyes dramatically. "Who wouldn't want a pair of luscious tits like that? Let me guess. No tan lines?"

Aubrey couldn't suppress a slight giggle.

"I knew it. But being born a stone-cold beauty doesn't get you everything. It gets you a look at the high life, so long as you are willing to view it from the arm of some man you're willing to spread your legs for and give him a taste of that fragrant peach between them. That's, pardon the expression, being a whore. And you are so much more. What no one has ever given you credit for, besides me, that is, is the brain beneath the blonde hair. You know the angles, Aubrey. And you are willing to play them. You are strong. You are sexy. You're confident. And you have a bigger dick than most of the men you encounter. All you need is the resources to play on the same field as the big boys and you'd have them eating out of your hand, just like Damian in there."

"And you're going to give me something that will let me do that? What? Money?"

"You're thinking too conventionally, sweetheart. What I can give you is deification. I can make it so that you are worshipped. Every man, woman, or anything else you desire will fall at your feet. You'll have as much power as any man. More, because you'll have your beauty, too. Beauty, brains, charisma, and a big swinging dick. What do you say?"

"What's the cost?"

"Now we're talking. Not much. Just your innocence."

"Not my soul?"

"What's the difference? Whatever thing it is that makes you some naive and hapless human, I get that. You keep your memories and desires and all that, I just get the sappy first birthday sweetness. And, let's face it, you ain't all that sweet, darlin'."

Aubrey chewed her lip. The offer was too strange to be real, but then she'd seen the ghostly partiers disappear before her very eyes, saw their oily black pools for eyes. She recalled thinking how she so wanted to be one of them when she thought they were simply rich suburbanites. Is that still what she wanted?

"What do you get out of this?"

"See?" Nikki grinned, "Always considering the angles."