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Nevada Day

... wondering if he was going to free me or not. Jacob stepped back in, costume back in place and began to release me. “That room is a private bathroom. If you wish to clean yourself off before you rejoin the party you’re welcome to do so.” “Thanks.” “Do me one favor.” “Anything.” “Don’t tell anyone about this. My desk is a secret I pride myself in. And despite what you’ve heard, I don’t usually fuck my secretaries. To be honest, you’re the first one.” I smiled. “I feel so honored.” I stood up and stretched my arms and legs. “You do look beautiful, naked.” I looked down and blushed. I forgot I was still naked. “The bathroom is over there?” “Yes. I’ll leave you alone to clean up and get dressed. Oh and one more thing.” I was gathering my clothes when he said that, and it made me pause. “What?” “I have a few surprises planned for later. Promise me that no matter what, you not reveal what we did in here.” “I promise,” I said, not wanting to be known as the office slut. I took my clothes into the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I could feel the lubrication leak out of my ass and, thankfully, I was able to clean everything up. I couldn’t believe my make-up was still intact. I got dressed and stepped back into the haunted office. The room smelled thick with the aroma of sex. The pillow was back in the coffin, and I stepped up to the mirror to give myself one last look. Aside from the glow of a good fuck, I looked normal. I stepped out and rejoined the party. I was shocked how loud the ...

... music was in comparison to the way it sounded in the office. I grabbed myself a cold drink and finished it quickly. With a second, fresh drink, I fixed myself a plate of food and ate. Sandra and Carla found me nibbling and joined me. “I think the Wolf-Man is Mr. Hoskins,” said Carla. “Why?” I asked. “He just fucked me in the conference room,” Carla said, proudly. I choked on my drink as Sandra said, “Impossible.” “It’s impossible I got fucked in the conference room by Mr. Hoskins?” asked Carla. “Not the fucked part, the Mr. Hoskins part,” said Sandra. “He fucked me in the copy room and was wearing the Frankenstein costume.” I began to bite my lower lip. Who did I fuck then? “How do you know it was Mr. Hoskins?” I asked. “He told me,” they both said in unison. “Sounds like one of you got lied to,” I said, hoping it was both of them who were lied to. “What about you?” asked Carla. “Did you get fucked?” “No such luck for me,” I lied. “I did check out the rooms. The graveyard gave me the creeps.” “Oh yeah,” said Sandra. “No one likes the idea of facing their own death.” The music stopped and we saw Frankenstein, the Wolf-Man, and the Phantom of the Opera step onto the stage. All three men were the same height and build, and I began to wonder what the deal was. Mr. Rocca stepped up and quieted the crowd. “I’ve been asked by Mr. Hoskins to say a few words. As you all know, tomorrow the great state of Nevada celebrates its 150th anniversary of statehood and the Hoskins’s family have ...