The Halloween Collection by Indie Eclective

huffed. “I’ll
be by after work to pick it up.”
    “Brains.”
    “Whatever.” Ralphie rolled his eyes as he
headed for the door. He turned back to see the clerk still staring
at him with a glazed-over expression. “And try not to touch it too
much. I’m wearing that jacket tonight, and I’ll have a hard enough
time getting laid without the smell of rotting flesh all over my
clothes.”
     
    * * *
     
    Ralphie had sat at his bar stool for over an
hour waiting for Raven to show up. Witches, fairies and French
maids squealed past him, completely oblivious to his presence. He
thought that maybe it was because he’d refused to wear a costume,
but deep down inside he knew that wasn’t the reason the girls
ignored him.
    They’d ignored him because he was a mutt.
With the exception of zombies, werewolves were at the bottom of the
immortal totem pole. Most mortal girls didn’t want to take the
chance they’d get Parvo, or worse, strapped down with a litter of
bastard were-babies.
    Ralphie sighed into his empty beer mug. The
one thing that could make him feel even more inferior would be to
have Dr. Baker rip out his manhood.
    “Hey.”
    He looked up, momentarily stunned to see
Raven smiling at him. Strange, but his keen animal senses hadn’t
noticed her enter the club. Yet, here she was, dazzling him with a
tight black velvet witch costume that accentuated her large breasts
and curvaceous hips.
    “Wow! You look…amazing.”
    He angled his head as his gaze roamed her
backside, or more importantly, her perfect ass. It looked so
pillowy soft and tempting. Ralphie shook his head, trying to clear
his mind of lustful thoughts .
    Besides, Raven wasn’t here to screw him.
He’d thought a lot about it on the way over here and it was all
starting to make perfect sense. Buster had paid her to distract him
from girls more on his level so he wouldn’t get laid.
    He wished it wasn’t so, but girls like Raven
didn’t fuck dogs. They were more interested in chasing after
pasty-faced vamp cock. Too bad, because all he wanted to do was get
behind her and pound the heck out of that soft velvet.
    “Thanks.” She batted her thick black lashes
while playfully chewing on her lower lip. “Sorry I’m late.”
    “That’s okay.” He patted the vacant stool
beside him. “Wanna drink?”
    She shook her head. “No.”
    “You don’t drink?”
    One black brow arched. “Not alcohol.”
    “Okay.” He shrugged. “Wanna dance?”
    “I’d rather fuck.”
    Ralphie nearly choked on his own spit. He
scratched the back of his head while eyeing her warily. “Well,
there’s plenty of guys here I’m sure would be happy to…”
    He gasped as Raven yanked him off the stool.
In the next instant, she pressed her lips against his while rubbing
her generous bosom against his chest.
    Ralphie’s erection sprang to life, and he
moaned as she thrust her tongue inside his mouth, the coppery scent
of her saliva blending with his leftover beer residue in an erotic
dance of pleasure. When she reached a slender hand down to stroke
his bulge, he thought he’d died and gone to doggie heaven.
    She pulled back and eyed him with a feral
hunger.
    “Wanna go to my den?” he rasped.
    She tilted her head, as her blood-red lips
broke into a sly smile. “I thought you’d never ask.”
     
    * * *
     
    Ralphie was so horny, he couldn’t get Raven
home fast enough. Unfortunately, the transit bus was especially
slow, and it took over an hour for them to be dropped off, and they
still had to walk five blocks to Alpha’s parents’ house.
    “Sorry I can’t afford a car,” he’d said to
Raven for at least the tenth time over the past hour.
    “That’s okay.” She squeezed his hand and
smiled.
    He briefly wondered what had happened to the
evil demonic bitch he used to work with, but then he shrugged it
off. All that mattered was that he was going to get laid by a girl,
not a pillow.
    He frowned while thinking of his special
wench, and he hoped she