Ghost Riders in the Halloween Sky - A Halloween Story - Sex Stories

Ghost Riders in the Halloween Sky - A Halloween Story

... with a tray containing four double margaritas and a large glass doggie bowl. He set the margaritas carefully in front of each girl and then set the bowl on the floor just in front of Shirley’s knees.

Delia reached down and removed Shirley’s handcuffs. Then she said harshly, “Drink up, slave, You have to keep up with us.”

Shirley put her hands on the floor, bent low and began lapping and slurping at the giant doggie margarita.

A tall, very pale woman with long black hair walked out into the area in front of the stage. “Masters and Mistresses, Doms and Monsieurs, and those of you sneaking a look at the kinky side of life, welcome to open night at Desert Mystique.” She laughed slightly and continued, “Open night means you can attend on the invitation of a member. Most nights are closed to members only, and special nights require a special membership.” She looked around the room and said, “We have a tradition of competitions here at our club on open nights.” She smiled at the table next to the four girls. “We find that is a way to ease someone into the kinkier side of what we do here.”

“So,” she said loudly, “we are going to begin with a game of trivia.”

She waited for the buzz of conversation to die back down and said, “The servers will be distributing the playing tablets. The rules are rather simple. The first one to buzz in with the right answer wins a token worth 5% off your bill for the evening. If you buzz in and you are wrong, however, you pay a forfeit. ...

... And that forfeit is an article of clothing.”

She laughed and said, “But since Desert Mystique is the kind of club it is, each table can designate one person who will have to pay the forfeit.”

She put her hand behind her ear and said, “What’s that? You are wondering what happens when the designated forfeit runs out of clothes? Well then, she... or he... has to come up here on stage and receive a punishment forfeit. And then they stay up here on stage and take part in more of our little shows. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

Delia, Tawleena, Susana, and Frederika screamed out, “Yes!”

Shirley merely mumbled, “No.”

“OK,” the pale MC said, “here is the first question. Who was the first President of the United States?”

Delia immediately buzzed in. A light shone brightly from the top of the tablet. The MC pointed to the table and said, “Your answer?”

“Jefferson Davis,” Delia said firmly and laughter filled the room.

“Someone owes us an article of clothing,” the MC said wiggling a finger at the table.

Shirley reached for the frilled headpiece, but Delia said curtly, “ Shirley, take off your dress and give it to the server.”

The server stood calmly waiting while Shirley rose up on her knees and then took off the short black dress. That left her with the frilly headpiece, the black velvet bow tie, the frilly panties, the hyper-pushup bra, and of course, the fishnet stockings and stiletto heels.

Another table buzzed in. A man’s voice called out, “Thomas ...