Thigh-high fishnet stockings in a creepy spider web pattern? Check.
Fuck-me shoes with 4" stiletto heals? Check.
Purple lipstick, nail polish and eye shadow? Check, check and check.
Sexy French Maid costume?
She'd bought every single accessory needed to make a run-of-the-mill French Maid costume into a spook-a-licious Halloween costume just for the First Annual Haunted Ball at the Stardust Club. Everything except for the costume, that is.
She opened her closet and stared hard at it's drab contents as if a suitably sexy costume might just spring out from the hangers full of sensible but boring office clothes. Heck, she didn't even own any sexy undies! Why had she thought she could pull off "hot Halloween temptress" tonight when she'd never managed to do so at any other time in her life?
She eyed her collection of pretty but sensible white cotton bikini panties and equally pretty but sensible stretch lace bras. Then an idea came into her head. She was no vixen, but she could pull off a fantasy girl-next-door!
Ten minutes later, she eyed herself in the mirror:
Thigh-high spider web stockings? Check.
Fuck-me stiletto heals in a shocking shade of purple? Check.
Purple lips, eyes and finger tips? Check, check and check.
Pretty white lace panties and bra? Check.
Hair done in cutesy Pippy Longstocking braids? Check.
And that was it. It may not seem like much of a costume, but it was very Halloween-looking. She slipped on her plain black half mask, plain black trench coat (which would be ditched at the door of the club), slipped her invitation (which she'd saved for months to buy) into her pocket, and then picked up the over-sized envelope, stolen from a cheesy birthday card and hastily marked with black and purple Sharpies. It now read "naughty secret."
After all, the girl next door with a huge naughty secret was a fantasy most men chased at some point, right?