Trick or Treat, a Halloween Quickie

Here's a little tricky (and naughty) treat for you this Halloween.
I wrote it in one sitting, just as a lark.
Nothing serious.
I don't think it's the sort of thing Amazon would ever let me publish with them, and so I thought I'd give it to you guys as a gift for the season.

There's two more episodes coming, while we wait for Halloween's night.

Enjoy!

“C’mon, one more stop and then we’ll be going back home.”

The kids stopped and turned, staring at Angela.
She stared back. She was tired and her feet hurt. Being selected as the surrogate mother-slash-watchdog for the children’s Halloween outing had been the proverbial last straw after a hell of a week back at the office. She was still wearing her office blouse and slacks, her hair made in a tight twist.
“Oh, mum,” Stella, her own daughter, sighed.
She was dressed as a little witch, with a pointed black hat, a wig of gray hair and a long skirt that showed the stripped stockings and the pointy shoes. She leaned on her broom and gave her mother a disappointed look.
“It’s still early!”
Angela scowled.
At eight, Stella was the older of the bunch.
By her side, Maisha was staring into her bag of treats, like she was trying to assess the loot of the night. With a pair of velvet cat’s ears on top of her black curly hair and pencil-drawn whiskers on her cheeks, she was a beauty of a black cat. Her tail had come off about a block back, and she had placed it in her tote bag with the candies.
“We can shry shere,” Tim said, his plastic fangs hindering his pronunciation. He was wearing a black cape and had his hair slicked back, and was a convincing seven years old Dracula.
Angela stared at the lonely house at the end of the lane. It was a black silhouette against the dark blue night sky. The windows were a glaring orange, and the lane was marked by short and stubby orange candles, their flames a-tremble in the light breeze.
“It looks scary,” Julia observed. Tim’s blonde twin sister, she was wearing a Hogwarts uniform, complete with a black cloak. She carried a school bag and a magic wand.
“C’mon,” Angela said with a sigh. “This is the last stop, I’m sure it will be quite fun.”

#

The door opened with a sinister creaking sound.
A woman stood in the door frame, orange light at her back. She was tall, in her late fifties but very fit. A flowing mane of black hair fell on her shoulders, and she was wearing a red sequined dress and a pair of glue-on horns on her forehead. That, and her dramatic makeup made her look positively devilish.
“Trick or treat!” shouted Maisha, jumping up and down.
The woman’s heavily rouged lips cracked in a cruel smile. “My, are you a wonder,” she said, in a low voice. “What are you dear, a kitty?”
“I am a black cat!”
The woman in red looked Angela in the eye and arched an eyebrow. “Aren’t they wonderful?” she said.
Angela sighed. “I can’t wait for them to grow up,” she said.
The woman in red laughed. “I have here something for you, my little monsters,” she said.
From a stand by the door she took a tray with a dozen black chocolate cupcakes, each with a pumpkin-colored twirl of cream and a dusting of green sugar grains.
The kids went “Wow!”
“One each!” Angela admonished them.
“They are completely natural and gluten free,” the she-devil said. She offered the tray to Angela.
Reluctantly, Angela picked one and quickly put it in her mouth, the dark chocolate already melting in her fingers.
“They are good!” Tim said.
Angela had to agree. They were very good.
Her head swam a little, and she had to prop herself against the door frame to keep her balance.
The woman in red was smiling her cruel smile.

#

Stella swallowed her cupcake, and took a deep breath, the sugary taste of the cream mixing on her tongue with the bitterness of the dark chocolate.
She felt slightly dizzy. She looked down and saw the ground run away from her, the tip of her shoes becoming sharper, until the swell of her boobs blocked her view and she arched her back, her corset creaking.
Her head was suddenly flooded with new ideas, and memories.
“Shit!” she said. She ran a long-nailed hand through her gray-dyed hair. She was feeling a mounting euphoria and her heart was beating faster and faster.
“Got a cigarette?” she asked. “I’ve a headache that’s killing me.”

“That’s the pills kicking in,” Julia said. Her eyes were large and dazed, and there was a nasty grin on her black lips. Her lower lip was pierced with two silver rings, and strands of purple hair escaped from underneath her hood.
Tim was quick to hand Stella his packet. She gave him a lewd grin and bent at the waist, picking the cigarette butt between her dark lips and at the same time giving him a good view of her cleavage, squeezed up and enhanced by the black leather corset. She placed a hand inside his open white shirt as he lit her up, feeling his slick pecs. She appreciated the bulge in his tight leather pants as she took a deep toke.
“Just what I need,” she purred.
“Don’t I know what you need, you slut,” he growled.
She bent her head on one side, offering him her neck, and he bent to bite and kiss her. “Turn me into a vampire!” she sighed, smoke escaping from her nostrils.
“Get a room you too!” Maisha snapped.
In a black leather jumpsuit and high-heeled thigh-high boots, she was an aggressively sexy cat-woman, her face made up so that her eyes looked twice their normal size. Black filigree cat ears rested on top of her huge white-streaked afro, and vertical-slit amber contacts completed her costume.
“You jealous?” Stella chuckled, leaning against Tim. He grabbed her ass and pulled her closer.
Maisha laughed out loud. “Why should I?”
She put an arm around Julia’s waist. Julia’s black velvet cloak opened, revealing her yellow thong and her black and yellow Hogwarts tie, and her silicone-enhanced, bouncing boobs.
Julia laughed, and locked for a long minute in a deep kiss with the dark-skinned cat woman. She pushed her hand inside the jumpsuit, squeezing Maisha's melon-sized jug.
“Looks like we are not the only ones in need of a room,” Stella stage-whispered in Tim’s ear. He was fondling her ass and she was rubbing her tits against his side. She felt his hand slide down along her thigh, where the miniskirt stopped. He ran a finger inside of her hold-up striped stockings.
“C’mon,” Angela said, with a chuckle. “We don’t have all night!”
She turned to the demon-woman and gave her a wink. “I’d love to stay some more,” she said, “but there’s this all-nite long horror marathon at the Odeon, you see—”
“Of course,” the woman in red said, her eyes running up and down Angela’s body. Angela’s smile broadened. “Maybe you’ve got a light?” she said, lifting a cigarette.
The others laughed. “C’mon!” Maisha said.
Angela shushed them while the woman in red brushed a match against the strip and then offered it to her between two fingers. Angela leaned into the flame, her boobs almost spilling from her mesh tank top, her fishnet-stockinged thighs squeezed together. She sucked on the flame. “You might come with us,” she said, straightening her back. "Have a little fun." Her blue lips left a thick mark on the orange filter.
The devil-woman gave Angela an appreciative look. Angela blew a cloud of smoke in her direction. “Why not? Its better than waiting for kids to come ask for candy, right?”
“Yeah,” the devil woman said, stepping on her porch and pulling the door behind her. “I’m sure we’re gonna have lots of fun at the movies.”
Angela tossed back her head, shaking her short punkish hair. “We’re gonna take up the back row.”
“And do some tongue wrestling,” Julia chuckled.
She offered two pills to the devil woman. "To give you a spin."
The devil woman grinned, picked them up. She stretched out a long, pointed tongue, and placed the two pills in its center, and swallowed them.
"I think I'm in love!" Angela blurted.
“Let’s get the party started,” she said as the she-devil grabbed her ass.
The others cheered, and off they went into the night.