7 comments/ 17426 views/ 0 favorites The Strangest, Worst, and Best... Ch. 01 By: LuciousBi-Writes4U The Strangest, Worst, and Best, Halloween I've Ever Had PART I ~The Initial Shock Have you ever had one of those nights when you went to a party and had such a great time that you remembered only the highlights? Well, that's the way Halloween 1998 went for me. My fiancé and I handed out candy 'til around 9:00 pm. It was a big evening we had about 100 or so trick or treaters that night. We gulped down a pizza between doorbells and started to try and get ourselves dressed. We had been invited to a costume party. And we were going to be leaving home for the party around 9:00. After an hours drive to the home of our parties host, we parked on the curb and started up the walk. We had to go through a graveyard of tombstones, zombies and ghouls to arrive at the front door. We knew that this night was sure to be unforgettable, at least that is what the invitation lent us to believe. Have you ever been invited to a clothing-optional Halloween costume party? Us either. We were interested to get inside and see this curious event for ourselves. Ushered in the front door, we were immediately given the grand tour of the house, top to bottom. We knew that the colleagues throwing the party were professed Pagans, whatever that is...we thought! Well, we were soon to find out. As we entered their bedroom, it was full of black and blood-maroon crushed velvet and satin. There were animal skins for bedside rugs, and the bed itself was of black iron with a pentagram in the center of its headboard. There were ceremonial knives and pewter candleholders in the shapes of skulls on each of the bedside tables. There were pictures of maidens with black leather and red lips adorning the walls. With dungeons and priestess and wolves of pure white. Hanging above the bed was a black iron chandelier, one that held real candles, from which wax had clearly been dripped...no doubt on the nightly occupants of the bed. From the four iron posts of the bed hung many things of interest. Chains, whips, collars of spikes and leashes. And from the other an empty Dom's mask with a zipper flap for a naughty smile stared deeply into my soul. Who are these people I thought to myself...and how did I end up here, in this their crazy lair? After the tour we were escorted out the back door, bypassing the hot tub and heading for a roaring fire. There were at least 30 other people standing in a circle around a concrete fire pit made into the ground. It made my mind wonder what other rituals took place out here when it wasn't being used for just a friendly Halloween party. At that very moment when we were left to mingle with the other guests as our hosts went back to greet more new comers—my fiancé and I looked at each other... "Time to start drinking?" My guy asked. "OH...HELL YES!" I quickly replied. It was colder than normal for Halloween that year. It was only about 48 degrees or so outside and quite breezy. My tiny skirted, V-cut to my belly button Spiderella costume and fishnet and black satin hose didn't do much to block the wind. Hubby had gone as a gangster, white hat and tie included. We stood there watching all these weird people mingling and talking, we knew only the couple who had hosted the party—not a single other soul there. As the breeze blew up my tiny skirt and hit my g-stringed ass—my hand lifted my bottle to my head. I was so cold I was pounding down those little bottles of white zinfandel. I drank at least 8 with in an hour. Finally I needed to pee and we needed to get more alcohol from the car...so we slide back through the house making a pit stop at the restroom. As we were walking out to retrieve our booze I asked my fiancé if he had seen what the girl standing next to him had been wearing... "No. Wasn't paying attention to her even though she was trying to strike up a conversation with us." He replied. "Why? What did she have on?" "Basically nothing..." I replied. "Unless you count the g-stringed chain male thing that was under the cape. She was standing there with her tits hanging out the entire time we were talking to her! I can't believe you missed it." "Guess that's what the invitation meant by clothing optional..." He laughed. "God knows I couldn't be out here in the cold with bare nips hanging out...that's for sure I can hardly stand it in this skimpy little costume." I complained. The Strangest, Worst, and Best... Ch. 02 The Strangest, Worst, and Best, Halloween I've Ever Had Part II ~ The Surprises Continue We headed back around the corner to the back yard and to the warmth of the fire. And when we did my fiancé finally did notice the other girl's outfit and sneakily pointed out a few others that were barely dressed across the fire pit from us. There was an older bald, fat guy wearing nothing but a leather pouch with a zipper straight down the front...it was the most disgusting thing I'd ever seen—or so I thought... The hosts called us all inside to get comfortable before the games started. Some were playing pool others talking on the sofas. The rest of us who were just coming in made our way around and took spots on the floor...with 40 people or so in one small living room it was definitely standing room only. But we felt we had gotten the best spot right in front of the roaring fire. One of the hosts made an announcement that if we needed more drink or to take a leak to go now before the fun and games began. There was a bathroom very close to us but of course the line was a mile long so I snuck upstairs remembering that the one we'd seen on our little tour was much larger anyway. Curiously the girl that had tried talking with us at the fire pit followed me up. We waited for 2 others and then when I went in she asked if she could go at the same time as me...that she only wanted to check out her hair and makeup in the mirror. What the hell I thought who gives a damn...I was buzzing pretty well by then anyway. After I peed and washed my hands I was standing beside her messing with my hair when she leaned in and kissed me. And I mean really kissed me...even putting her hands under my skirt to grab my ass and pull me into her bare breasts. She was nice and all, but in her 40's and life didn't seem to have been to kind to her...she definitely showed her age through her face. Not that I mind women kissing me, I am bi after all but I was in my early 20's and at 5'3" and 100 lbs with 36DD's to sport I was in the best shape of my life and knew I could do much better than that. In fact I was waiting on a call from my female girl-toy of the time to give her directions to this crazy event. So I told the 40ish red head that we'd better hurry downstairs so we didn't miss anything. Once I was back in my spot on the floor beside my fiancé I told him what had happened. And he just started to laugh. "Guess I better go with you the next time...all these nuts around here you're liable to be attacked!" He said with a proud grin. The games were about to begin, the woman of the hosting couple took the floor and told us that she had a big surprise for us that evening...strippers...one male one female...completely nude...and we'd better get out our dollar bills. "Well...the night is looking up..." I said to my fiancé. "Hope she's a hottie!" Unfortunately the guy went on first by himself. Now this was all new to me. I had never seen a male dancer in person before...much less one that was completely nude. He was skinny as could be...kind of a beanpole and not at all what I considered cute. And he seemed REALLY gay. Remember the old fat man outside that was the most disgusting thing I'd ever seen before...well I was wrong. Watching this stick boy who looked like he had aids or did too much cocaine dance around shaking his pencil dick in everyone's faces was worse. Especially since he was completely limp. He did this dumb little hip thing that made it arc around in a complete circle making disgusting slapping noises when it hit each side of his body. The funny thing is that the redhead from the bathroom was really impressed by it all and as she shoveled money at him he pinched and rolled her bare nipples. They sat together making out the rest of the night as a matter of fact. At one point she was on top of him rolling around on the hosts carpet. I thought they were going to fuck right there. The revulsion behind me and another drink down I had my fingers crossed for the girl to be hot...and she was. Long blonde hair swinging as she pranced around. Money started getting thrown on the floor everywhere. I hadn't gotten mine out yet because I SO desperately did not want Mr. Limp Peter guy to try and dance in my face.... yuck! But out of all the 40 odd people in the room and all the others that had money laying on the floor in front of them...she spotted me grinned a devilish little grin and came over and danced for me. She leaned down to kiss my check and whispered that I was the cutest thing she'd ever seen. And she loved my costume. She danced around for others and them when it came time for her main attraction in the center of the floor she grabbed a can of whipped cream, a bottle of Hershey's chocolate syrup...and my hand ...on my knees she lead me out into the middle of the floor in front of all these strangers...but she could tell I was bi a mile away...if you are you just can...it's like we send off some weird vibe or something. She had me lick the chocolate and whip cream off her like she was a human sundae. The old, fat bald guy was about to loose it and he started throwing hundred dollar bills for me to get naked in the floor with her...as drunk as I was I was not gonna have pictures of that show up on the internet the next day! The Strangest, Worst, and Best... Ch. 03 The Strangest, Worst, and Best, Halloween I've Ever Had Part III ~The Disintegration When the entertainment wrapped up she kissed me and said she had to clean up and get dressed...but she wanted to get my number later. I had seen her earlier when she had arrived and knew that she was there with her boyfriend as well. But at that point I thought she was just another party guest, I had no idea they were going to have strippers. I guess it was the fire coupled with the chocolate and whip cream mixed with the pizza and too much white zinfandel and all the excitement—whatever it was I had to get outside and get some fresh air...I was getting over heated. We got up and started to the front door of the house I was dizzy all the sudden and started to use the wall to balance. Forgetting that there was a bathroom door coming up. It was completely open and when I went to lean on the wall I fell straight into the bathroom floor! My fiancé being the great cool guy that he is quickly jumped into the bathroom behind me and shut the door. I don't think anyone else even noticed. We stayed in there for a few minutes and I splashed some cold water on my face. We were kind of hoping that the crowd in the hallway would die down as some of the other guests made their way back outside to the fire pit...and I heard the host say that she was about to open the Jacuzzi as well. I got my balance and we headed back into the till crowded hallway and made our way to the front door. The rush of cold air felt great...and I leaned against the car and had a smoke. Then I just needed to sit down so we got inside the car. My cell phone started to ring. It was my present girl toy and her boyfriend asking for directions to the party. As I was talking to her I suddenly threw the phone to my fiancé and tried to get the door open... I was too late. And I christened the door panel of my new convertible. After that I heaved and puked out the window for over an hour before I could stand the movement of the car. The only thing I remember after that was that I hung my head out the window of the car like a dog all the way home. When we got to my fiancé's house he literally had to carry me up the steps and put me into bed. I laid there for hours watching the ceiling fan...which while off seemed to me to be self-propelled. Every time I closed my eyes the room spun. The next morning finally arrived and I got up and drank enough water to take some Tylenol...two minutes later I was puking again...the toilet went completely pink with white zinfandel...after 6 hours and all the throwing up I'd already done. I finally got some food down around 4:00 that day...put the old adage that a wine puck I the worst puke of all definitely held true for me...all these years later and I still can't even stand the smell of white zin! About a week later we were driving somewhere else and we went by a road and my fiancé said, "Look babe...there's your favorite road..." I looked at him strangely and said, "I've never been down that road in my life...I don't know what you're talking about..." "He started laughing as hard as he could... "You threw up down there for like an hour Halloween night...you don't remember? " I don't remember anything from the time we left their drive way until you opened my door to carry me inside" I replied. That was the drunkest I'd ever been, and ever have been. That would definitely be the worst Halloween part. The half dressed Pagan hosts and guests, and the limp male stripper would be the strangest Halloween I'd ever had or seen...and playing with the little hot stripper while my fiancé and a room full of other people watched and drooled would definitely be the best Halloween on record for me! WHAT A CRAZY NIGHT! To say I learned a lesson or two would be an understatement. To say I saw things I've never seen since and hope I'll never see again would be putting it mildly. And to say that I loved the hell out of the girl-girl play would be redundant at best. I don't know what you think...for me this was definitely one party that will go down in the books as the weirdest one ever!