Show
her a good time, but make sure you end up in the Bonnets' play room." Hearing
some commotion behind them both, Phil and Principal Sweetling turned to where
Stede Bonnet was greeting Julie Parker and her date; the only other truly
handsome dude in town.
"Aw, shit. Watch yourself, Phil.
It's the fucking fuzz."
* * * *
As Lacey headed downstairs, he was there. The hottest man on the island, police officer, Jamie MacLeod. Lacey
couldn't take her eyes off the man, as he returned to his date with a couple of
glasses of spiked cider. Julie Parker, one of Lacey's slowly growing list of
friends, waved, making sure Lacey saw who she'd brought. The man looked
in her direction, smiled, and then went back to talking with Julie. Still,
Lacey felt his eyes wandering towards her as she started down the stairs. It
was as though he had some sort of animal magnetism; she wouldn't have been
surprised if fiery sparks had been flashing back and forth between them. Of
course, maybe it was just wishful thinking on her part. The guy really rocked
her.
Feasting on MacLeod's physique as she
descended the staircase, Lacey caught one heel of her tall red boots, and
almost stumbled, making a foolish spectacle of herself. She noticed MacLeod's
costume was a modified version of his police uniform, torn, but complete with
badge, gun and handcuffs. He seemed to be going for the look of a current
cinematic werewolf heartthrob, but all she saw was one incredibly gorgeous
looking bad boy. As she got to the foot of the stairs, he looked her way again,
saw her staring, and smiled. Oh my god, with that light brown hair, those deep blue eyes ...Lacey felt like her knees were knocking, her legs
turning to jelly.
"Everything come out all right,
Lace? You look scrumptious, by the way. Here ya go, Hon." Meeting her at
the foot of the stairs, Philip thrust a huge glass of red wine in her face,
totally oblivious that her naked look of lust wasn't for him.
She'd been about to tell Philip she
wasn't feeling well, and wanted to go home. She'd been looking forward to going
out with her handsome boss; maybe sharing a kiss or two, even a little more if
he was really nice; but Phil had made her feel like a piece of raw meat
sticking her with this flimsy costume. Listening to the snide comments of the
other guests as she waited in the bathroom line, she'd realized most of the
other teachers thought she looked like a slutty tramp. The few males in line,
leered at her, blatantly wanting a chance to fuck her. Yet seeing MacLeod's
smile, she meekly took the offered wine, and drowned her angry words.
* * * *
As the evening progressed through
apple-bobbing, and all the Bonnets' other silly Halloween games, Philip made
sure Lacey’s wine glass was never empty. One thing about Stede; he kept a good
wine cellar. Lacey appreciated fine wine, and within the hour, Phil noticed her
"Ice Princess" facade beginning to melt. Of course, Sweetling's
little potion might've helped her on her way. It disturbed Philip a little bit
when his good looks and charm alone weren't enough to sweep her off her feet,
much less into his arms, and onto Mr. Happy. A couple times he'd caught her
sneaking doe-eyed peeks at that island cop, MacLeod. So much for the bitch's
good taste. The guy's a penniless nobody, Hon. You could have me, you
stuck-up cunt.
Positioning himself behind her, Phil
waited until Lacey finished her wine, and wobbled the glass onto a tray of
empties. He quickly snared her wrists, and dragged her arms behind her, making
her his prisoner. When she began to moan, he moved in close, and whispered
maybe he should borrow officer MacLeod's handcuffs.
"No, Phil—don't. I really don't
like feeling tied up or helpless."
"Okay, babe, okay. Just kidding
anyway. Jeez. Our kinky cop's probably planning on using them on Julie, anyway.
Unless, she snaps them shut on him." Interesting development. Well,
Lace, you're shit out of luck, cause a little more of Doc Sweetling's magic
brew, and you
her a good time, but make sure you end up in the Bonnets' play room." Hearing
some commotion behind them both, Phil and Principal Sweetling turned to where
Stede Bonnet was greeting Julie Parker and her date; the only other truly
handsome dude in town.
"Aw, shit. Watch yourself, Phil.
It's the fucking fuzz."
* * * *
As Lacey headed downstairs, he was there. The hottest man on the island, police officer, Jamie MacLeod. Lacey
couldn't take her eyes off the man, as he returned to his date with a couple of
glasses of spiked cider. Julie Parker, one of Lacey's slowly growing list of
friends, waved, making sure Lacey saw who she'd brought. The man looked
in her direction, smiled, and then went back to talking with Julie. Still,
Lacey felt his eyes wandering towards her as she started down the stairs. It
was as though he had some sort of animal magnetism; she wouldn't have been
surprised if fiery sparks had been flashing back and forth between them. Of
course, maybe it was just wishful thinking on her part. The guy really rocked
her.
Feasting on MacLeod's physique as she
descended the staircase, Lacey caught one heel of her tall red boots, and
almost stumbled, making a foolish spectacle of herself. She noticed MacLeod's
costume was a modified version of his police uniform, torn, but complete with
badge, gun and handcuffs. He seemed to be going for the look of a current
cinematic werewolf heartthrob, but all she saw was one incredibly gorgeous
looking bad boy. As she got to the foot of the stairs, he looked her way again,
saw her staring, and smiled. Oh my god, with that light brown hair, those deep blue eyes ...Lacey felt like her knees were knocking, her legs
turning to jelly.
"Everything come out all right,
Lace? You look scrumptious, by the way. Here ya go, Hon." Meeting her at
the foot of the stairs, Philip thrust a huge glass of red wine in her face,
totally oblivious that her naked look of lust wasn't for him.
She'd been about to tell Philip she
wasn't feeling well, and wanted to go home. She'd been looking forward to going
out with her handsome boss; maybe sharing a kiss or two, even a little more if
he was really nice; but Phil had made her feel like a piece of raw meat
sticking her with this flimsy costume. Listening to the snide comments of the
other guests as she waited in the bathroom line, she'd realized most of the
other teachers thought she looked like a slutty tramp. The few males in line,
leered at her, blatantly wanting a chance to fuck her. Yet seeing MacLeod's
smile, she meekly took the offered wine, and drowned her angry words.
* * * *
As the evening progressed through
apple-bobbing, and all the Bonnets' other silly Halloween games, Philip made
sure Lacey’s wine glass was never empty. One thing about Stede; he kept a good
wine cellar. Lacey appreciated fine wine, and within the hour, Phil noticed her
"Ice Princess" facade beginning to melt. Of course, Sweetling's
little potion might've helped her on her way. It disturbed Philip a little bit
when his good looks and charm alone weren't enough to sweep her off her feet,
much less into his arms, and onto Mr. Happy. A couple times he'd caught her
sneaking doe-eyed peeks at that island cop, MacLeod. So much for the bitch's
good taste. The guy's a penniless nobody, Hon. You could have me, you
stuck-up cunt.
Positioning himself behind her, Phil
waited until Lacey finished her wine, and wobbled the glass onto a tray of
empties. He quickly snared her wrists, and dragged her arms behind her, making
her his prisoner. When she began to moan, he moved in close, and whispered
maybe he should borrow officer MacLeod's handcuffs.
"No, Phil—don't. I really don't
like feeling tied up or helpless."
"Okay, babe, okay. Just kidding
anyway. Jeez. Our kinky cop's probably planning on using them on Julie, anyway.
Unless, she snaps them shut on him." Interesting development. Well,
Lace, you're shit out of luck, cause a little more of Doc Sweetling's magic
brew, and you
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