It was a lonesome night when he entered the pub, leaning on his walking stick. The lights were dim and he could see that it was all empty. The floor shone as if it was just laid that morning and all the rickety tables were clean. He trotted his way towards the individual stools.
Sitting down, he saw a woman appear out of thin air. She had wholesome breasts and that was the first thing he noticed. With a deep cleavage where she could grow flowers if need be, she stopped by his stool, battling her jet-black eyelashes.
“What would you like to have?” Her voice was the mating call of the tigress and distracted him from his careful contemplation of her bosoms.
“Uh… Uh huh! I would like… anything you give me.” He failingly tried to flirt but it had all come out to be quite silly.
He looked at her face as a seductive smile played on her luscious lips. He took her whole persona capturing every single bit of her from top to bottom in a matter of few seconds, while she stood still with that astonishing smile.
He gasped as she started to remove the straps of her burgundy gown. Taking in every moment of her fingers as they glided across her body, he could feel the heat in his crotch.
It took her but a minute to get out of her rumpled dress. She was naked for him to take but before he could speak anything, she went to the bar and made a concoction for him. He waited eagerly rubbing his testicles and soon, she returned with his drink.
“What is it, darling?” he asked hurriedly.
“Zombie- mixture of this and that,” she revealed.
He eagerly finished the drink in one gulp and he was out before even a single thought could cross his mind.
“One must not go out alone on Halloween,” said the naked woman as she disappeared along with the dead body.
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* For Trifecta: Week Ninety-Eight.
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